In a cry of resolve, Ya hastened forward, an aura of yellow rippling over him as he began to transform as he moved.
In less than a second, he was already twice his height.
He reached the guardian of spiral wings first, raising and stretching out his arms as a blue fire aura surrounded it and his blazing katana took form.
With a roar from a dozen mouths, he attacked.
Only to watch as his hand fell off. His brain did not get the chance to comprehend what just happened before he felt himself soaring in the air, having been flung away with unimaginable force.
He met the gaze of the floating spiral of wings in astonishment. It had no eyes, but it could see.
And it was incredibly fast.
Well, he could be faster. He called upon the red core again and bent the wind to his control, folding it around him like wax, then he wore it like a glove and moved.
In the blink it took him to get back to the guardian spirit his arm had already regrown, a katana ready in its grip.
He moved with blazing speed, cloaked in the velocity of the wind itself. Every movement he made eachoed as thunderous sonic booms.
The floating spiral of wings was just as fast, its feathers of solar flares threatening to bisect him with every attack.
He twisted and turned and rotated to strike from behind, there was a feather awaiting him.
He moved without limit, exceeding the sound of speed five times over—the spiral of wings shifted to avoid him ramming into it.
He gathered energy from the blue fire core and harried it with the flames of severance—it ducked, avoiding them and letting them hit the landscape around it, tearing parts or the realm asunder.
They were hundreds of feet above the ground now, clashing at speeds that gave even light pause and caused the very fabric of space to wobble.
By now he was over a hundred meters huge, his Lagarakei form slowly surfacing. He had dozens of tendrils now and armed them with katanas of severing flames.
The spiral of wings stood no chance. Hundreds of tendrils moved at such incredible speed.
Attacks came from above, below, left, right, forward, and backward.
He severed the guardian spirit into a hundred pieces. He let out a roar of victory as molten matter bled down from his injuries even as they healed, scorching the landscape.
The rest of the guardian spirits regarded him sadly and he grinned at them from two hundred heads.
He lowered himself to the ground.
A Lagarakei was dangerous from hovering in the air, but it could be even more dangerous on ground. Like a horse of elephants in a farm, or a bull in a China shop.
He, Ya, servant of Xin, Arrow of Victory—was going to be the epitome of a force of destruction.
With enough said, he charged and they all charged at him all at once.
He had no fear. He has hundreds of heads, soon to be thousands. Hundreds of tendrils, soon to be thousands.
Multitasking was an understatement of his capabilities. And he proved it.
The black core brimmed inside him as his Lagarakei transformation continued, leaving blisters of eldritch corruption with every step he took. And dually he wielded the red core and the core of the blue fire.
Red aura blazed around him and ground, air, and light were manipulated to do his bidding. Fiery blue aura burned, releasing the flames of severance.
The guardian spirits that managed to reach him before they were vaporized only lasted a few minutes.
These were dead Feys, not real Feys. Regardless, they were powerful.
He'd have been dead a dozen times over if it weren't for the Arkon blood running through his veins and Hundun's ichor enhancing it.
The guardian spirits that did reach him were beyond formidable. One was a twelve-limbed serpent with translucent skin through which suns could be seen burning star-bright.
It was a creature of energy and it did not hold back. It was the hottest thing Ya had ever felt even though the instinct disagreed with him.
'You once withstood the flames of the Hakokage, primal hellfire. Though this is as close to the Hakokage as any flame can be, it is not your worst yet.'
Those words encouraged Ya and he fought harder. His flesh turned to ash, he lost hundreds of heads and tendrils, yet he continued to fight.
The Serpent's skin was the hardest thing he'd ever come across. Even the fires of severance could do nothing to it.
Other guardian spirits dogpiled as the Serpent of the Stars kept him distracted.
Some attacked him spiritually and he felt the essence of his Master helping him fend them off.
Others attacked his soul, but they were no match for the eldritch force of the Lagarakei which consumed them instantly.
One, the one that flowed like water, hovered like a syrup, and pulsed like time, tried to freeze him in time.
Cutting off from his battle with the Serpent of the Stars, he called to the red core, took hold of the temporal waves before they could reach him, and threw them at guardian spirits.
That took out half of his attackers, including the guardian spirit that sent the attack.
That done, instead of reaching back to strangle the Serpent, he tugged at the fiery blue core within him and unleashed a wave of severing flames for miles around him.
Light parted, coming to a halt and creating pockets of darkness.
Space was rent like a curtain.
Time wobbled and forked, breaking off into branches.
Magnetic and fundamental forces became shards that existed sectionally as opposed to their natural universal constant.
Even gravity was partitioned in the heavens.
The landscape took the worst of the blow. Chasms formed, swallowing huge landmasses into their yawning gullets.
The prison and its dome of light broke, releasing imprisoned Feys from all corners, most of them severed corpses that toppled to the ground.
Ya grinned at the chaos he'd crafted. This was his destiny, this was his duty.
This he'd do forever with great pleasure.
Looking at the gathering of exiled Feys and guardian spirits, he asked.
"How about an encore? This time a more catastrophic dance of death and destruction."
"What say you to that?"
Their response was one he loved. They came at him.