Arthur had been recognized as a force to be reckoned with.
He had been in every major gate crisis. Every battle.
And with every battle he was in, the people noticed.
The casualties were fewer. Civilian, awakened and masters alike saved by him just beeing there, fighting.
This only strengthened Arthur's belief. That he can and would save as many people as possible.
He became a star, popular, loved, adored.
Arthur himself grew stronger.
With the help of the charm and training from Regis, he could finally manifest Aether into physical objects.
Like a blade, the boost it gave was insane. At the level of all three of his embers perhaps even more.
He started manifesting blades mid air, them slicing anything and everything.
And when combined with destruction? The power was magnificent, nothing could block that.
A fallen Devil tried, it died. Hell a Corupted Devil tried as well, only for its arms to fall to the ground, Arthur at its side already, chopping off the head.
He stood unmatched between Masters. People started calling him a secret Saint even.
Apparently, the great clans did not like that.
Everyone realized, that if he was so strong now, what would become of him as a Saint. Would he stand unmatched by others Saints aswell? And so the great clans warned Saint Cor. To not let this "wild card" become a Saint.
Arthur did not care much. If he needed to become a Saint, he would just leave the government and do so on his own. Perhaps join Sunny this time.
Days blurred into weeks, his fame growing with each battle, with each saved life, with each guardian killed.
Arthur arrived at another gate, his form spinning around, blade whirling, hair and cloak swirling around him. He was at a gate outbreak, there were a lot of Masters present, more than usually anyway.
Arthur cut down another creature, then his sense tingled.
The creatures suddenly frozen, and formed a loose formation. Arthur's eyes widened, he already knew what it meant, atleast a Tyrant arrived.
Fear gripped most, bur Arthur used the opportunity of the unmoving creatures. Forming a dozen lances, already dipping into his essence reserves, Arthur started butchering. When the creatures finally started to move, it was too late, most were dead, corpses missing entire sections of their bodies. Some erased from existence itself.
Then the Tyrant made its appearance. The vile thing looked like a gigantic half human, half sea creature.
Which was good, it's abilities would be most likely lessened inland. Then there was water, water everywhere, appearing out of thin air. Arthur grimaced, already knowing that this would be difficult. And then the mist rolled in.
Arthur moved, barely a blur, he created platforms of pure Aether for others, and then vanished again, appearing infront of the creature, already in motion, preparing a giant slash, his blade extended.
He slashed, only for the creature to dodge out of the way.
It's lower body flowing though the water with unnatural ease. Then Arthur pointed at the water, focusing his mind.
Suddenly destruction blazed, the water around the creature vaporizing in an instant.
The flames vanished after that, then a few moments later, the water reappeared. Deciding that having a battle of nutrition would be stupid, Arthur raised his blade again, Aether already enveloping it.
Then he moved again, swinging at the crestures fins.
It dodged again, Arthur tried again only for the creature to dodge again. Then Static void formed, far faster than the last time. Arthur appeared before the creature, examining its form, then he attacked.
Converting two cores of essence into Aether, Arthur formed a gigantic blade, the blade about three stories tall.
Then destruction blazed around the blade's edge.
And then Arthur swung, unfreezing time.
[You have slain a Fallen Tyrant, Sea Warlord].
[Your destruction grows stronger!]
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