Erupting volcanoes and bloodied skies echoed the dreadful battle. He laid there taking in his final breaths or so he thought.
The toll of forcefully using Mirage Reversal caught upto his undeveloped body of the abyss.
Before closing his eyes for the final time, a tall bold figure had appeared walking towards him. It stood there and gazed down on the fallen boy.
Asvard finally gave in and accepted his ressistance no longer mattered and his life was withering away but a sudden burst of pain spread throughout his body. The figure had stabbed the boy in his heart. With little to no energy to even scream, his consciousness faded with every moment, cursing this demonic fate till his final breath. He stopped breathing.
A strong gasp for air
Asvard woke up as if he were dead. He searched around his chest but there was nothing, the wounds were also healed, Just like from the beginning he had no idea of whatever was going on, he gave up on trying to figure out what had happened but he knew whatever that thing was had inserted something in him which kept him alive.
He tried getting up but the pain didn't seem to dissappear, the toll of Mirage Reversal wasn't something he could shake off.
The power he had could twist the very fate of a being who was born to defy fate.
Asvard wandered aimlessly through the corrupted plains, he didn't know what to do anymore nor could he find a reason to move on.
A thought shone up in his mind. To return back to his world. It's as if something had blocked of his ability to think of his own family and world. Asvard's eyes lit up, truly wishing for the curse of people dying around him to be something he had speculated and wasn't true, he wished , one last time for things to workout.
With a clear goal in his mind after wandering for who knows how long he started preparing,
He knew he had to grow strong to return to his world.
He got into prwyer's stance , honouring his death and legacy, absorbing the abyssal energy throughout the corrupted lands, activating Mirage Reversal through his own powers and not through his emotions.
Overtime he gradually took control of it and was on the path of mastering everything prwyer had taught him.
Time passed
He was close to reaching the pinnacle of power, dominant strength, untraceable speed, expiriences from life-death battles, a finely toned warriour who could control his emotions. With each passing moment, his loneliness forged a determined and
Unprecedented life form.
After years and years
Eons and Eons
Asvard finally felt it was truly time to overthrow his fate which bestowed to him by the universe.
Extremely torn and worn our black robes only covering his lower body, long black hair, pure red eyes, body that resembled terror, he emerged on a path where no matter what he would achieve his goal.
Set out on his journey
With no clues or a lead he marched, in hopes of finding a way back.
While traversing through the lands, he faced his first opponent.
Fiqur of the void, one of the adventurers of the hell, a strong force which nobody could opposed.
"Greetings formidable warriour"
With a amusing thought Asvard replied
"Why did you stop me?"
"My name is Fiqur, of the void, i am a adventurer of hell, traversing the bloodied plains in search of battles to strengthen my prowess!"
"I have no intention of fighting you or anybody adventurer"
Without a warning, Fiquire leaped in the speed of light, although even a strong warriour of hell will have a hard time to reacting to it, Asvard tore of his neck, holding up his severed head Asvard told him
"This is your final chance, scram"
Fiqur who was barely alive was not dumb enough to not to run away and was putting his head back on to flee, as Asvard asked
"I changed my mind"
Fiqur mustered up his strength and was ready to run for his life , then Asvard spoke again
"If you want to live, tell me everything you know about on how to cross over to the human world"
Surprised by the demand but without any other choice Fiqur told Asvard
"It's not possible to crossover to the human realm warriour"
"Why?"
"Those born in hell are bound to it, only the Thrones and the King could traverse through worlds"
Asvard with his terrifying pressure forced Fiqur to spit out everything he knew, he spoke
"The only other way to crossover is to either open a portal or find one!"
He said whole choking on the ground.
"So how do you open a portal?"
"You need to find a region where the natural forces are dense and flowing towards the sky on a peak, and to find one, the chances are really low as its randomly formed without a predestined location"
"If any of this is a lie"
Asvard spoke with pure killing intent
"ITS NOT I SWEAR ON MY HONOUR AS A WARRIOUR OF THE VOID"
Without another word, Asvard left to find a region mentioned by Fiqur.
Fiqur thought, that Asvard was too soft for a warriour that strong.
Traversing again through the lands, with his enhanced senses, Asvard could track down one such region and marched extremely fast towards it.
"So here it is, my only chance of returning"
Asvard activated the Mirage Reversal, the strong winds cut through the mountains and lit the entire region on chaos. The turbulence alarmed the entire hell that a gate to crossover to somwhere else was being forcefully opened.
But the energy started spiraling and started to spreadout, as if hell itself is blocking his way.
Asvard truly determined to achieve his goal this time, used Mirage Reversal to contain the energy and maximised the density in the centre of the peak and flowed his own abyssal energy to collide with the forces of the nature.
An extremely strong and violent gate had opened, to somewhere, it was so strong and violent even Asvard knew it could harm him too. Without any further delay, he departed into the gate, filled with unknown variables, he achieved his goal.
What lies ahead was something he never imagined, A life truly cursed by the universe,
Child of agony
Asvard.
(To be continued…)