Stench of blood filled the air, with each grasp for air , it grew stronger. Asvard , now familiar with the turbulent journey, nothing surprised the boy.
Little goblin like creatures jumping on his face, he woke up shocked.
"There are stuff that still shock you I guess" Said prwyer with a chuckle.
"You're all beat up, rest up"
"There's no time to rest, I've to grow stronger, there's little to no time to rest" said Asvard with a heavy panting and serious tone.
"Did you have a vision? You don't look too good"
With a long moment of silence Asvard spoke
"A purgatory of death, He stood there. Alone."
"Who? Do you know him?"
With a heavy silence burdening both, Asvard didn't answer Prwyer and sat there while panting heavily.
Prwyer almost knew what he saw but wasn't sure about it. He kept quiet and walked away
"Don't think too deeply, it'll consume
It's like you can escape a maw twice"
Riddled sentences confused Asvard again , questioning everything .
Ashar went back go guarding the four.
A intimidating yet hollow presence, touched his shoulders
"A abyssborn? Since when did something like that exist here in MY LEGION "
Asgard froze , the madness creeped on him, fear resonated in his heart, he bowed down only to gaze up to the four who had awakened from their slumbers
Marking the fall of the almost non-existent peace that echoed for what seemed to be a few millenniums.
"Ashar, why did you spare it?"
Bowing down helplessly Ashar couldn't come up with any excuses to save the boy. He gambled
"I anticipated your presence my lord, for I prepared a small feast upon your great awakening"
Ashar wondered where the rest of the three were. Till he realised how deadly and dire the situation was.
A strong fist gripped his neck
" Fool , you dare to buy me with your ugly tongue? "
Pinning him on the wall , Kezkar stared at the long fields filled with the strange echoes
Snapping his neck, Ashar fell lifeless on the ground , the very void he held close to him consumed him.
Kezkar launching onto the bloodied skies following the guidances of the fallen .
"I should return soon or the geezer is going to speak some more of his nonsense"
An extremely strong punch to his abdomen, Asvard flew a little too hard breaking several boulders which formed over an eternity of cries.
Gasping for air, the already weakened Asvard tried keep get back on feet but the impact was too great for him even now.
Prwyer yelled
"Run, as fast, as far as you can"
Asvard turned to look, shocked, frozen
He saw a look on Prwyers face he never saw before
"Run you fucking bitch!"
A tall , silver haired, silver eyed man pushed Prwyer to his limits.
"What's happening!?"
Yelled Asvard back
"Don't let the hopes get buried in the shambles again!, Run!"
Consumed by his own mind
Asvard rushed to save Prwyer, but broke down on the ground, the punch from Prwyer to push Asvard away from Kezkar was the final straw to save Asvard.
Tearing his neck, Kezkar drank Prwyers blood.
Staring directly at Asvard.
Watching the devastated and confusing scene left Asvard completely broken and unable to decide what to do.
An extremely strong punch again on his stomach slammed him into the ground , the force creating a unfathomably large hole.
Grasping for air to sustain the little life left
Asvard struggled to breath through the pain
"Good stuff surviving that filth" Smirked Kezkar while staring at the almost dead boy.
"Those useless Rats gave up their pathetic lives for such as you?, Since when did The legion change this much?"
Asvard struggled to open his eyes but when he did, The void scythe and … Prwyers head .
Hell shifted again
The cries rained
The bloodied skies echoed rage
The dead spoke
Kezkar froze for a second, the tremendous pressure a moment ago was not something he could take lightly since he just awakened too.
He looked at Asvard
"Where did he go?"
A miraculous light purged through his eyes
Tearing off his arm, Kezkar froze again in utter shock
Something which could overpower him? The merged state of the four? The blade cherished by the Throne of blades?
Asvard , unconscious , activated the Mirage reversal at it's maximum output
"YOU FILTHY WRETCH, YOU DARE DON'T KNOW YOUR PLACE?"
Kezkar grew his arm back and charged at speeds the legion haven't seen in eons.
Both clashed
The pressure shook the legion for the first time in immeasurable years.
Kezkar knew Asvards body wouldn't last much while wielding such miraculously destructive powers.
"Let's see how long your miracles are going to protect you"
Charged with his strength , which gathered during his long sleep, Kezkar wasn't scared or worried in a bit
Asvard , his body started breaking down into ashes little by little, the power was too much for a boy already broken.
Kezkar used his profound techniques , created by throne of blades herself.
"Interesting" said Kezkar after witnessing Asvard reverse the technique and transforming it into abyssal energy for him to consume.
With each attack which could split the legion , Asvard consumed it like a beast hungered for eternity.
The intense battle continued for hours, days, weeks
The abyssal energy held his body back in pieces, preventing any kind of injury or tiredness.
Kezkar who had just awakened, grew tired with the prolonged battle, without completely gaining his full strength he knew he couldn't possibly win the battle
Kezkar tried to withdrew with his immeasurable speed , almost lost Asvard.
He grasped for air and begun to question everything that had occurred so far
The next moment he saw Asvard again.
Confused he attacked the so Asvard.
He was back, Right before the moment he flew
Extreme anger and helplessness crept up on him
Mirage reversal shunned and burned through variables, had reversed the very time in a realm of a ghosts. Marking the great shifting of hell which was not supposed to happen.
The power to reverse time in a realm where time itself didn't matter was a feat which could destroy a warriors mind , such as Kezkar
But something was different
Way different than before
Asvard grew sharp wings that resonated hell
Eyes which could capture void itself
Strength that could rival the four
Kezkar fell into the ground, helpless and tired he gave up, just how much can a sword endure?.
The unscathed sword of the blade of thrones lied there in it's true form , as a sword.
There was no more abyssal energy for Asvard to consume , The mirage reversal slowly diminished
Asvard slammed into the dark soil
A lifeless body without a heartbeat lied there
Slowly vanishing in the form of ashes
The toll of using Mirage reversal without grasping the truth and not acquiring it naturally meant instant death.
But he didn't vanish completely
It as if The art of mirage reversal was made just for him.
The legion grew silent and distant
Life in the area completely gone
The battle left the legion unlivable
The tragedy followed him everywhere
He couldn't stay anywhere too long
For his cursed fate will affect those near him
The boy truly couldn't rest
(To be continued…)