Bab 25: Chapter 25. Mahoraga
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Mahoraga's eyes glowed intensely in a radiant blue, with subtle streaks of white. The damaged ground beneath him shook with each powerful step, showing the marks of the recent intense clash. His focused gaze was set on locating me, and with an impressive burst of speed, he swiftly moved across the worn landscape, leaving behind a trail of dust and debris.
His octopoid wheel had turned, and his thoughts seamlessly aligned. He embarked on a journey to resolve an issue and bring matters to a decisive conclusion.
Each stride carried a weighty momentum, the very ground beneath him yielding easily to the force of his presence. The remnants of fallen structures crumbled further as his form surged through the debris-laden battlefield, resembling the wake of a celestial comet.
Mahoraga showcased his exceptional prowess with each move. His motions resembled a graceful dance, a perfect blend of strength and speed that mirrored the dynamic energy of a fast-paced anime sequence. The scarred landscapes themselves retained the imprints of his powerful strides.
Bounding forward, he effortlessly hopped and executed swift kicks, clearing fallen trees that littered his path until he found his way to where I was. Skidding, he stopped as dust swooped into a giant, unevenly shaped, hole in the ground.
He stole a glance, entertaining the notion of leaping inside. If adrenaline was the current coursing through his veins, it signaled that this was the opportune moment he had been anticipating. It was the juncture where he could adapt, gaining an advantage over me.
Peering into the depths of the giant, unevenly shaped hole, Mahoraga's piercing gaze sought to locate me amidst the shadows and swirling dust. The walls of the cavity were jagged and uneven, the blue glow of his eyes casting subtle illumination in the structure.
Down in the depths, I found myself in a precarious position, surrounded by chunks of rock and intertwined with the roots. The uneven floor of the hole made every movement challenging, and the dust that lingered in the air obscured my visibility.
My heart pounded in sync with the pulse of the moment, fueled by adrenaline surging through my veins, urging me to escape the perilous situation I had unwittingly put myself in. The jingle of the coins reverberated in my mind, reminiscent of a monastery bell tolling in the distance.
The only discernible sight from my confined position was the faint glimmer of light at the surface. The subterranean earth exuded a comforting warmth, contrasting with the dampness that clung to my clothes, a result of the ocean water seeping into the hole.
The air beneath was heavy to breath, and I was running out of oxygen quickly.
<X/2400>
<Strength: 1800>
<Speed: 1600>
<Agility: 1200>
<HP: 2000>
From its forearm, Mahoraga manifested the Sword of Extermination - a blade enveloped in positive energy. The gleaming blade aimed directly into the abyss of the hole, its luminosity cutting through the surrounding darkness. Simultaneously, Mahoraga retracted its right arm, preparing for a powerful throw.
With one swift slash, the sorcerer within would meet his demise.
Just as his hand hurled forward to release the blade, a loud screech pierced the air, disrupting the impending throw. But it was no reason to stop, and Mahoraga continued his motion.
Suddenly, something pale and swift coiled around its arms and body, yanking it violently before it could release the blade. In a rapid sequence of plummeting motions across the rugged terrain, Mahoraga collided with the ground, impacting its chin and knees as it fought to halt the force pulling it.
It's blue eyes became cold and dead once again as it swang its Sword of Extermination to cut the threads tangled around it. One swift slash and the thread got exorcised, while the remaining parts recoiled to avoid further harm.
Mahoraga had been pulled towards the jagged edge of a fractured land mass with the closest one hanging below with deep and wide crevices. He hang on loosely as he looked around him.
The Earth's crust of the island had been shattered into fractured landmasses of uneven sizes and shapes. The once-solid surface had been torn asunder, revealing a mosaic of broken plateds and upheaved rocks. Splintered fragments jutted out at odd angles and cracks radiated in every directions like spider webs frozen in time.
Looking further into the exposed layers, he saw pale bodies of the Cursed Amazon warriors being pulled to a central location in the broken landmass where a dark figure stood. The bodies looked unconscious and were tied to threads, similar to the one Mahoraga had just cut through.
Using his mighty strength, Mahoraga threw himself up and onto the landmass he was hanging on. His power caused it to shatter and crumble further, causing it to plummet into the valley of broken plates.
The disturbance prompted the dark figure to turn and observe the source of the commotion.
Undeterred, Mahoraga turned to retrace his steps, the Sword of Extermination eager for a kill. However, the Oracle of Themyscira had spotted him, piquing her interest.
With a swift summon, circular-shaped structure propelled her upward like a trampoline, lifting her to a considerable height. Gracefully and safely, she landed before Mahoraga, only for the structure to vanish once again.
She stood before it, her squinted eyes seductively glancing at the grotesque beast. Her own appearance had not undergone significant changes.
Not one for chitchat, Mahoraga immediately sprang into action to clear the obstacle before it. It swung his arms fiercely, forcing her to move back as she dodged and beamed as if she was enjoying the violence.
With a playful smirk, she skillfully guided the skirmish through the shattered landscapes, teasing Mahoraga as he attempted to land a hit. The faster he moved, the more effortlessly she sidestepped, refraining from initiating any counterattacks. Her strategy seemed to revolve around studying his movements and exploiting his vulnerabilities.
Fueled by escalating frustration, Mahoraga, in a burst of anger, seized a heap of broken landmass, intending to hurl it at the elusive Oracle. The pieces crumbled in his powerful grip as he launched the makeshift projectile with remarkable force.
The Oracle's eyes glinted with anticipation as she effortlessly dodged the incoming barrage. She continued to dance around him gracefully as the broken plates beneath their feet echoed with each nimble step.
Seizing the opportunity, the Oracle maneuvered herself to a higher vantage point, looking down at Mahoraga with a satisfied gaze. It looked as though she had gathered enough intel to finally attack.
While swift and nimble, she knew she couldn't take two blows from Mahoraga. Being the heart of the Vengeful Curse, she was both the strongest, and, the weakest.
In her current state, she was physically weakened, granting her heightened speed and agility. However, once the complete manifestation of the Vengeful Curse took hold, she would undergo a transformation, gaining strength at the cost of some degree of speed.
However, her curiosity rested on whether she could exert control over Mahoraga, much like her ability to manipulate the Cursed Amazons.
Just as Mahoraga unleashed a series of powerful strikes, she extended her hand to test whether she could encapsulate it within an orb small enough to fit in the palm of her hands.
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In the outskirts of the hidden Paradise Islands, a team of top-tier Government agents, comprising members from the Bureau of Paranormal Affairs (BPA), assembled around the source of a massive disruption. An invisible force had pulsed from a central area in the ocean, causing unnatural disturbances in regions neighboring the ocean.
Agent Reynolds adjusted his sunglasses and surveyed the fractured landscapes through high-tech binoculars. The broken plates and upheaved rocks told a story of a supernatural clash that had unfolded in the hidden paradise. The Cloak around Themyscira had fallen.
"How is this not on any map?" He wondered more to himself than to the group surrounding him. "It's a miracle that our ship didn't capsize while patrolling this unchattered territory."
Agent Rodriguez, a seasoned field operative with a background in dealing with mystical anomalies, spoke into a secure communication device. "This is Rodriguez. We've got a serious supernatural event here. The island's integrity is compromised, and there's some powerful entity at play. Requesting backup from the magical division."
Foot soldiers had already landed on the island with advanced tactical gear designed for dealing with supernatural threats.
Static crackled for a moment before a response came through, "Copy that, Rodriguez. Magical division en route. Proceed with caution."
Agent Mitchell, a tech specialist, scanned the area with a device that detected energy fluctuations. "I'm picking up some strong energy signatures. This isn't your usual metahuman scuffle."
"Keep your eyes peeled." Agent Rodriguez advised his team.
Back on the ship, a tech specialist keenly observed the radar screen, detecting several uncharted airborne entities heading towards the shattered island. With a sense of urgency, the specialist reported to Agent Reynolds.
Agent Reynolds, maintaining his composed demeanor, received the report. "What do we have?" he inquired, fully aware that more anomalies were on the horizon.
The tech specialist quickly relayed the information, "Multiple uncharted airborne targets approaching the island, sir. Their trajectory suggests they are not conventional aircraft. We might be dealing with more supernatural entities or reinforcements."
"What do you know?" Agent Reynolds said knowingly. "More anomalies are on their way."
"Keep an eye on them and try to establish contact." He gave the order. "And prepare for a potential supernatural blood bath."
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