*this one chapter is hella late. It's basically close to 12 a.m. and I just finished writing. Gotta call it a day for now, even if I wanted to write some more and get closer to the sweet part. Still, enjoy, and take care. If this chapter is a bit sloppy, I apologise. I'm a tired guy right now. Peace out and Deus vult.*
Soon enough, Fu Xuan had returned from her duties, which gave them all the signal to gather and prepare for what was to come. He sat there, in the back, next to Tingyun, keeping a close eye on her for anything that could happen.
Discussions were smooth, their plan about to set in motion. March finally got the courage to deny their services, refusing more errands, but in the end, what they had to do seemed easier than leading the Cloud Knights into battle.
Following her, the group walked over to the elixir crucibles, some large gourd-like objects that emit smoke, never ceasing. Evemist Mansion—that's what the place was called. Mark's eyes simply followed the smoke, trailing along as it slowly dissipated in the air. Fu Xuan kept explaining about the entire strategy—the way the Astral Express, formed of short-lived species, was the trump card that the Sanctus Medicus couldn't have prepared for.
"Alright, off we go to turn off the smoke machines. We'll make sure to handle it in stride," chuckled Mark, trying to keep his feelings in check. His entire body was tense, feeling a bit of the strain left from when he lifted the aurumaton.
The lift took them all down below, with the smoke growing denser as they got closer. Tingyun was still with them for some reason, and everyone was worried.
"Miss Tingyun, you should go back. We're dangerously close."
She shook her head at Welt's words, giving them the usual smile she presented.
"Don't worry about me. I'm still young, maybe even younger than you, benefactors."
In this entire mess of a situation, Mark found himself avoiding battle, instead standing by Tingyun's side, falling in step with her. His movements were deliberate, calculated in such a way that to the untrained eye they'd merely seem like him letting the others take the front. The few mara-struck monsters that did roam the area were handled quickly by Stelle, who took them down before they could blink.
One by one, the elixir crucibles were stopped, the smoke going away, finally allowing them proper sight. Just one message, and Fu Xuan was down with the Cloud Knights following her. Everyone had gathered in the center, with the master of the Sanctus Medicus Disciples floating there, sparing them but a glance over her shoulder.
"Dan Shu..." muttered Mark, taking one step forward.
"There's still time to stop this mess..."
She turned to him, shaking her head in a slow motion.
"The inevitable is already upon us."
Heavy was the sigh that left his lips in that moment, his head bowed slightly. He hated watching as people went down the wrong path, unable to stop them no matter how hard he'd try. She wouldn't listen. In the end, grief has more power than logic could ever hope to have.
Stelle put a gentle hand on his shoulder, tugging him back softly. She understood him, despite his lack of communication.
"This is what you talked with her back then," she whispered, not wishing for the wrong people to hear it. March and Welt were close enough to catch hints of her words, looking over to his troubled face. Fu Xuan stepped forward as well, ready to apprehend her.
What followed was a matter of the Xianzhou, something that Mark had no saying in. He had already discarded more boundaries than one should, caring not even for those that Fu Xuan and Dan Shu represented. One of them clung to the age of old, to times when supposed miracles happened, to the promise of undying bodies, while the other had chosen the newer age, the one that sought to vanquish evil and willingly strive to be human.
Right before their eyes, battle ensued. Mara-struck soldiers and creations of the Abundance swarmed the place, leaping over the platform and right into the middle of the platform. Their numbers were roughly the same as that of the Cloud Knights, but they soon fell. The battle happened without outside intervention from the Express. They simply watched as the battle unfolded, the Luofu troops stronger than expected. They fought as one, in perfect unison, swinging their glaives from all sides, cutting down beast after beast.
"Damn... that's why the Sanctus Medicus had to fight dirty. These guys are no joke. They were just taken by surprise."
Their plan fell to ruin. Not one of them had become undying, not even with the power of the Stellaron. Dan Shu could only watch, her form weakened, promises made to her going up in the air.
With a shaky voice, pushed to the brim of tears, she spoke.
"Phantylia... the Disciples of the Sanctus Medicus have fulfilled our promise..."
She looked over to them all, her voice harsher in tone.
"You, Lord Ravager, must do the same... Now! Quickly!"
The name nearly sent Mark's mind into a blank, more memories than required clashing with the wall in his mind, thundering loudly against the fog that clouded what he knew. His legs were shaking, his nose bleeding as his vision doubled. He tried to wipe away at his nose, but it was useless. Stelle quickly supported him, but he shook his head, forcing himself to stand.
Tingyun spoke from the back, an eerie tone that differed like the night compared to the day from her usual cheerful demeanor.
"Tsk, tsk, little pawn, must you force me to intervene directly? I'm loath to flout my philosophy of destruction. Never mind. It would seem the time has come for other means of dismantling the Xianzhou from within."
In that moment, it all clicked together with the loudest possible noise. Mark's eyes widened, struggling against himself to keep it together before he'd lose more blood than his body held. She began stepping forward, the mara-struck turning into troops of the Antimatter Legion.
"Damn, you're NOT doing this!" shouted Mark, dashing at her with what little power of his own he could muster. His pipe fell with a loud sound, which only seemed to still as time froze.
While the others watched, he leapt at Tingyun's possessed body, meeting her gaze as she turned around, not expecting that to happen. Quickly, he pulled her to the ground, wrapping his legs around hers, holding her arms to her torso with his left arm wrapped around her body, using his right one to push her tongue inside her mouth and hold two fingers between her teeth. With his chin and chest, he forced her head against him, blocking it from snapping.
"You're not killing her, you hear me, you fucking heliobus!"
The blood still dripped out his nose, falling on Tingyun's dark hair. She bit against his fingers, trying to snap them off, but Mark didn't yield. The henchmen of the Antimatter Legion were closing up on him, but Stelle and March were quick to act. Ice arrows flew from their side, clashing with the hideous foes. Stelle's bat was quick to fall and strike them down. To their surprise, a Cloud Knight rushed in, cleaving his way through before grabbing Mark, who still clung to Tingyun's body. With a heave, he dragged them back to safety.
"Thank you for saving me earlier. It's not much, but it's how I could try to pay you back."
Mark smiled despite himself. The Cloud Knight he had healed went ahead and threw himself in the danger to try and snatch him out of it.
"Thanks, man," chuckled Mark, the taste of blood prominent on the tip of his tongue. Soon, Tingyun's teeth ceased their relentless assault on his fingers, the heliobus exiting her body. Limp in his hands, Mark checked quickly for a pulse, finding a truly weak one. He stood up at once, her body in his arms, handing her over to the Cloud Knight.
"Please, as fast as you can, take her back to Bailu, the dragon medic, or whatever you call her. Please, run as fast as you can."
He nodded, taking her frail body and moving away in an instant. Fu Xuan stared at Mark with wide eyes, looking at his disheveled form. His two fingers were bleeding, turning slightly purple from the pressure. He didn't care about it. They didn't fall off, which was good. With a smirk, he tried wiping away what remained of the blood on his face.
"It's fine, no worries. We've got bigger issues."
A voice rang out, loud and calm, the pressure coming from just the intense sound.
"I am Lord Ravager Phantylia. I have come with a single purpose: to set in motion the self-destruction of the Xianzhou."
Mark watched the flame float, hoping that it would just give up on Tingyun's body. Indeed, she kept blabbering about her monologue, mentioning two more names, Zephyro and Celenova, which once again forced Mark's body on the defensive. With a hand clutching his head, he tried to stop the pressure from building up, forcing his brain to physically stay together.
Soon, it all stopped, and the Antimatter Legion's troops went down as well. March and Stelle joined the group, both of them flabbergasted.
"W-wait, hold on a second... Are you really saying that Miss Tingyun was a member of the Antimatter Legion all along? And what was that fire that came out of her? Mister Yang, you're smart. What happened just now?"
Her eyes flew over to Mark, who didn't have many talking capabilities, yet his unusual knowledge recommended him as the one to receive those questions. He sighed, holding the bridge of his nose.
"Ah, that's not the case. I'm sure Mister Welt has a clue already. Tingyun was possessed or something. That thing you saw is a heliobus, some form of energy with life. It's odd to explain it since I myself am not fully sure what the hell they are, but this is a good explanation. Chances are, she was already in this state for a long time. Let's hope that she'll get better, since those fuckers put a strain so large on the creature that she might never recover from it."
Welt nodded, going along to complete his explanation with more information he held on Phantylia. Mark just remained silent, his vision still a bit blurry, partially from how much blood he had lost. Slowly, he managed to grab his pipe and hold on to it, using it to stand straight. A few deep breaths were all he took to slowly regain some strength. The next destination was Scalegorge Waterscape.
"Mark, you should head back and get some treatment. You're pale, even more so than usual."
He shook his head, too stubborn to listen to Welt's advice.
"Sorry, but I need to see this through. I have to make sure nothing extra happens."
Both their gazes were caught in conflict, with Mark unrelenting in his pursuit. Nothing could hold him from going ahead, not even his body. Stubbornness like that wasn't good in such a situation, yet he knew deep down that things would play out well one way or another. He could just watch and make sure things go well.
"Always the stubborn fool. This mentality will bring you to your doom one day, do you know that?" mumbled Fu Xuan, pretty angry at seeing his resilience in such a scenario.
"Sorry, but I'd rather die standing than live kneeling. I have to make sure this goes well... to the end. After all, it's my Trailblazing mission, right? My first official one."
He smiled a little, finding what glimmer of health resided within him, holding on to it as they prepared to embark on a starskiff.
*back with a new chapter. Hopefully I didn't screw up too much, but here we are. Let me know what things I should improve, since I'm still learning how to write specific things and scenes. I appreciate all the input you guys can give me. Until then, enjoy. Peace out and Deus vult.*
Scalegorge Waterscape, the place where the Vidyadhara reside, an oceanic region transferred from their home planet. The entrance was surrounded fully by what looked like a vast ocean, a body of water so large that it could easily get rid of any trace of Mark. He couldn't swim, so it was even worse for him.
"Well, I guess here we are. We even have a warm welcome, it seems," he smirked, watching as the henchmen of the Antimatter Legion came over to them, ready for battle. March scoffed, drawing her bow.
"Are we seriously going to have to fight every little time?"
Stelle shrugged, swinging her bat around.
"I think that's the case here."
Mark tried to use some of the power within him, but his body was too weak to handle it at the moment. The energy simply refused to move, remaining immobile in his core.
"Damn it... I guess you guys are alone this time as well."
With a smug 'hmph', Stelle took to the enemy, her bat ravaging ahead. They were mere minions, sent to try and stop them down, so her strikes were pretty effective. Mark simply watched the fight unfold, the small number that came to greet them was nothing but a visible attempt at buying some time. Phantylia knew they were coming, and she made sure to simply put on a show.
"I guess we have to wait for them to appear as well, right?"
Just as he thought about it, dragon-shaped water moved through the air, taking the entire enemy force by surprise, swiping them away in one clean motion.
"Phew, well, that was easy," chuckled March, turning back to the group. The General and Dan Heng had both appeared together, with the latter looking different. Everyone looked at him with confused expressions, while Mark shrugged.
"Yo, nice seeing you're fine and well, Dan Heng."
He looked over at him, the new presence totally different from the old one. While Dan Heng's usual self seemed to carry a cold air around him, this one's presence could totally crush someone. It was a form of high power, something old of ages more than he could count.
"You are Dan Heng, right? What's with the horns?"
He sighed, simply shaking his head slightly.
"It's a long story, March. It's me."
"So, you do have secret strength."
Jing Yuan stepped in, the same carefree smile on his face.
"Let us save the reminiscence for later, shall we?"
What followed was a quick speech from the General himself about the entire situation and how the Luofu was in their debt, asking once more for their help. Mark simply stood to the side and listened to the whole ordeal, aware of the words that came from him. Still, his mind had another focus, both on Tingyun and on what awaited them right in their next step. Jing Yuan looked over to him, putting a hand on his shoulder.
"I understand that you're deep in thought. As General, I can understand the weight that comes with having to oversee the entire battlefield, trying to keep every possible variable in your grasp. However, in this very moment, we have no choice but to focus on what's before us."
Mark looked at him and nodded, the words a good reminder to do something that was usual for others and foreign to him: live in the present.
"I see. Thank you, General. Let's proceed, then."
The group made their way ahead, where only Dan Heng could reveal the rest of the path. The whole group watched in awe as water surrounded him, dancing around his body in elegant motions. Bright, blinding light shone in his palm, causing the waves to rattle and shake, droplets of water slowly levitating up in the air.
Mark felt as the ground shook slightly, the waters parting like two large gates that opened, revealing the path ahead through the underwater remnants of where the Vidyadhara had resided once. He looked over the remnants, taking in the fantasy sight that was laid bare before him. Countless ruins met light for the first time in a long time.
"This place looks awesome..." muttered Mark, walking a few steps with a somewhat shy demeanor. It wasn't anything new, but compared to how it looked in the game, things were taken up a few notches. Jing Yuan ordered Fu Xuan to remain behind with the Cloud Knights, just in case something was to happen, while he and the Astral Express crew were to go ahead and fight Phantylia.
Mark followed the group, staring around the place as he walked behind. He felt weak, maybe too weak, but he kept on going. It wasn't in his character to stop something so important just because he didn't feel too well. After all, his life would only become harder and filled with more challenges.
There were a few seals that had to be undone, with some weird puzzles having to be completed in order to handle it and proceed. Mark had done them in the game, but with the others there, it was a piece of cake. The large image of a dragon, the roots of the arbor shaped like it thanks to the Vidyadhara Elder's powers. One last seal for Dan Heng to break. One last moment before Mark would witness a battle like none other. With one arm held up, the last seal came undone, and soon their steps took them to a whimsical place. It was a simple realm, with odd fog of different shades, from white to a tinge of blue, mixing together in a soft dance.
Roots from the Ambrosial Arbor were scattered here and there, some taller than normal trees. In the center of the place, an odd green flame with outer layers of blue. It was none other than Phantylia.
"Oh? Hee-hee, has the General of the Luofu chosen to grace me with his presence?"
March got annoyed, looking at the flame with an angry expression.
"That witch! She was here waiting for us the whole time. Show yourself, Phantylia!"
"And the benefactors too? Patience, patience, let me make myself presentable... but first, there is someone I need to talk with. His actions were... interesting, to say the last, almost as if he knew what I was about to do."
Mark's pulse nearly stopped. That line wasn't something he knew about, and the words pointed clearly at him. Stelle and March turned to look at him, only to witness the moment Phantylia clashed with his chest, entering his mind. Mark could feel his mind slip a little as the external influence tried to touch his mind.
Silence followed for a moment as Mark simply closed his eyes, prepared to wrestle for control over his body. His mouth moved on its own, against his will.
"This human... what an interesting place. His mind is an utter mess. Hm, strange, some memories seem to be missing. Just what are you?"
The words came out in his voice, and everyone took a few steps back, looking over to him, just in case he would attack. Surprisingly, his muscles didn't twitch. Silence fell around the place, a most deadly sense of tranquility before the storm.
Inside his mind, Phantylia threaded the same frozen plane where Mark had been back when finding his flame, back when he managed to subdue the Stellaron on Jarilo-VI. She moved around curiously, trying to search for the core of his mind, only to find it: Mark, standing there in the middle of nowhere, the blinding Light moving above like the sun, not melting the snow.
"This is it: you inner-most chamber of the mind. Let's see what's hidden in here."
As she came in contact with it, sparks ignited. The fire burned like nothing else, triggering different parts of his mind—different memories from his past, failures, regrets—the part that he hated most. All of it only made the Fire of Will within him burn higher, soaring to the very skies, engulfing Phantylia.
Outside, screeches and shouts came from Mark's own throat, which wasn't his in that moment. Still, he wanted to scream as well, to shout and rid himself of his senses. Despite closing his eyes, the images were bright, showing everything. The voices that had talked with him, the dark version of himself coming back to strangle him. The very thing that Phantylia had done was to trigger every possible stimulus for his wretched self.
The flame left his body, flying high up above the roots of the Ambrosial Tree.
"What are you!? You're no normal human! It burns! I'll make sure you pay for that, insolent vermin!"
With the power of the Abundance, she once again formed the towering body that they had fought in game. All eyes moved between the raging Phantylia and Mark, who was spasming as he fell to the ground, nearly hitting his head on the ground to make it all stop. Inside, the images only got worse, bringing fears and unlived futures where he had failed to light, showing them as reality. He felt each and every thing that crossed his mind.
"Mark! What is going on?"
March nearly rushed to his side, but Jing Yuan held her back.
"Something doesn't seem right. If worse comes to happen, we'll be caught right in the middle of it."
The Lord Ravager quickly formed her body, with large flowers blossoming around as well. Mark was still on the ground, mumbling different things to himself while she glared at him, the rage visible in her expression.
"You vermin! You're no damned human being, you freak! Perish!"
With one movement, her arm took up to the air, falling down like thunder. Everyone prepared for it, with Welt ready to use his walking cane, while Jing Yuan and Dan Heng prepared to strike together. It wasn't needed. A few large spikes made of ice struck up, moving through her flesh with ease, piercing it and stopping its descent.
"What the?" asked Stelle, turning back to see Mark. He stood up, but his gaze was simply lifeless. Pale in the face, with traces of blood barely visible beneath his nose, he looked more like a monster than anything else around. He was silent, his right hand pointed upwards, the empty orbs staring straight at Phantylia.
"I'll show you destruction, you wretched creature... I'll show you how nice of a place hell is in comparison with what I'll do to you."
"You dare threaten me, you arrogant insect!?"
He clenched his fist. Tens of tinier ice fragments burst out from her hand, freezing all of it to the point that it just broke off from the writs. It grew again thanks to the power of the Abundance, but the pain was slightly noticeable on her face.
"The things I had to see..."
He stepped forward, walking right through the others, focused on nothing but the enemy before him. The flowers tried to crush him, to use their sheer size to take him down, but large ice icicles formed in the air, pinning them to the ground. Mark's body was slowly freezing, the right half of him covered in ice, his sword stuck to his back while the pipe simply got trapped in ice next to it.
"The horrors of my own mind... they're not just of my making, but remnants of the Stellaron's influence... they're trying to drive me insane and escape my control..."
He kept walking, looking up at her with no shred of life left in him. His eyes were not what humans regarded them as, mirrors to one's soul, they were simply tools to aid him in bringing her vengeance.
"For the sin of bringing back these abominations to the Xianzhou, and for the sin of trying to trespass into my mind..."
His left side of the body was engulfed in flames that moved higher and higher, increasing in intensity. They didn't burn him. For him, they were there—a part of him, a mere extension of his will. The fire that burned within him, the very thing that pushed him to the brink of doing something great, the very thing that kept him powered at nights as he discovered how great different worlds he read about were. It was a simple desire that pushed him to achieve greatness that his world didn't hold.
Soon, what stood before her was not a man but a perfect mix of ice and fire, a being whose existence is a contradiction in itself. Unbound by fate, fueled by nothing but the need to change it and reach the perfect ending he held in mind. In that split second, he had chosen to be selfish and grab that ending no matter how much he'd have to ruin his body. In that very moment, everything within him disobeyed him, running on nothing but pure fear and scattered bits of insanity that threatened to come together and become one. He was in control, not of his powers but of his body, even if his mind was slowly slipping from his normal state to something far more sinister.
"...witness what horrors lie inside of me..."
With that, both the flames and the ice amped up, reaching high above her form, threatening to swallow her whole. Mark could feel his body cry out, begging him to stop, but the power didn't listen to him. With anger gushing out of her being, she grabbed him in her hand, trying to crush him. She brought him up to eye level, the ice freezing her palm, while the fire kept burning her flesh away with loud crackles and fizzling sounds as the fat beneath her skin heated up.
"Damn you, just die!"
Her palm contracted, forcing his limbs together. The pain was much, and Mark opened his mouth.
"Yes, scream, shout, and wail!" she laughed with a perverted sadistic sense.
Still, what came out wasn't sound. It was fire, and it slowly gathered up, crashing with itself. Slowly, a sphere formed between his teeth, burning ominously. Her eyes tried to look its way, only for him to breathe out a wave of his turquoise fire, pure and raw, in waves that engulfed her face.
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