บท 82: Saint Aflame
Going full speed certainly had its advantages, since Axio was already on the verge of having broken enough of the barrier's maintainement devices to allow Undying Prophet to break through, though he couldn't actually know that.
In fact, it was much simpler to simply rush through, however, Axio would have prefered to take his time, so as to spread more of his seeds of challenge and spawners, densely packing them together, this way everywhere alongside the borders of Amor, there would be his own, personally made battlefield in case he had to actually fight.
After seeing the pheonix knight burning through his living cover though, he prefered to not bother going slowly and he had been right, the greater forces of Amor had arrived and they didn't hesitate to attack anything that appeared as a threat.
Some of them had probably been somewhat famous people but Axio was running without stop, dropping a seed on the buildings of interest whenever he passed by one and demolishing them, the more he ran, the faster he seemed to get, even the elites didn't see anything of him, from their perspectives, the buildings were just imploding as a battle tower appeared, without any sign of the wretch having ever been there.
From above, someone had been overlooking the scenes from the insides of the clouds, they too, even with their absolutely incredible eyesight, hadn't seen the monster, he was going way too fast now.
But the sword saint didn't need to see the enemy to hit them, he flapped his wings powerfully, sending the clouds to disperse under the pressure as he took off far away of the path of destruction.
The sun was bright today, yet not blinding, the weather was gentle, not reflecting the dire situation below in the least.
It was a perfect time for children to play outside, to go to the market to buy a few things and speak with friends, but it was also an ideal weather to try and slaughter one another.
No biting cold, no overwhelming heat, just pleasantness as people and monsters tried to brutally rip each other aparts.
None of them actually understanding why this had to happen, monsters killed people for sure, but so did animals, beasts and other people, this was only natural and not a cause of this bloodshed.
No, it was because there was competition now, the last order of things had been broken when the monsters gained a ruler and became unified under her rule, her will was their will.
They were pitting their nation against the others, this was but simple war after all.
One that would be resolved eventually, there was no unjustified nor justified hatred at the root of this battle, only ambition.
Whose ambition was going to triumph? The Obsidian Queen's? Or that of the people that came before her?
This question stayed in suspense for now, it was not the time yet, the time was for the ambition of Axiolypito, Wretched Lord, sole exception to the pitiful wretch species and that of Amor's sword saint to clash.
One's was boundless, eccentric, narcissistic and self-centered and the other's was much simpler and noble.
One was seriously convinced to be a god above gods while the other remained down to earth despite the strong traces of draconic lineage coursing through his veins.
The sword saint was the one to begin this confrontation, believing to have what was necessary to bring the foe in front of him down, he spit an enormous cone and light red flames in front of him, before the place where the device was stored was even destroyed, though, his calculations were correct enough and his adversary stopped.
Axio looked at his hands, noticing that despite sucesfully avoiding damage from the flames that had cooked the surroundings, it seemed like something lingered on him.
A hunter needed to be able to track his preys down and as such, the sword saint, protector of the people and armed hand of the rulers had developped a technique to his fiery breath, to always be able to find those that he had marked.
He had never needed to use it simply because an enemy was simply too fast before however, even if faster than him, he would always be able to at least somewhat follow their movements and eventually get used to the difference.
Today, his instincts told him that he shouldn't even attempt to fight like he usually did, a dragon's instincts were above most others and he thus chose to believe in them.
The saint's affiliation with dragon's was obvious, his body was entirely covered in thick scales, scales that when they fell, had been used to forge his red suit of armor, encasing him in additional layers of defenses.
His eyes however, weren't like those of dragons, they were much more human, a clear indicator to what other blood he shared.
His tail was clubbed, striking the ground softly every second as he felt the reverberations through his body, the two wings on his back were spread out, displaying an intimidating posture as he loomed over the wretch.
He was gripping a single blade in his right hand, the other free of anything, the saint had no other weapons that this curved sword and himself.
As a hardened veteran, he quickly picked up on what sort of character Axio had, he was no honorable warrior, he was like the ones that waited for a battle to end before sweeping in to steal weapons and trinkets from the corpses while they warmed down.
A wretched little being, but one that shouldn't be underestimated, he could feel it, while he may lack conventional strength, he had plenty of power laying to his disposition.
His claws wouldn't even harm the saint's eyes but that wouldn't be what he would go for.
This fight needed to be ended quickly, lest the dragon-blooded man was caught in the vile machinations of the monster in front of him.
Without hesitation, he breath fire all over himself and his surroundings as he flew up in the air, keeping focus on the mark he had left on the wretch.
The saint had no words for what happened next.
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