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Post by Konton on Mar 16, 2021 17:22:24 GMT
 The TundraA domain created on a whim, a landscape forged from a creature’s existential will thriving amidst its unconscious thought. A land of ice born to breed. To thrive! To become fruitful! Alas, those born within it were less fortunate… The Tundra, cold and fierce like the Imperials that inhabit it. Its winds blow and sweep away the corpses of those who are weak and die without making a name for themselves, it is the folly of underlings that do not have conviction. They lack strength, will and the ability to survive upon the great mountain of the Frozen nation. The mountain stands tall, hundreds of feet into the air and rich with minerals, iron, steel, all kinds of ore breathed into it as a blessing of the land by the great Dragon that created the vast world. Revonsius, was not only a part of the vast folklore but worshipped as a God for giving the gift of life to the people of the frozen wasteland. As one climbs higher you are given less air to work with, it thins causing those who do not manage their breathing properly or have not obtained a breathing apparatus; but while moving up the mountain there was a change in scenery, large steel structures fortress turning into massive sculpted castles of intricate colors when the metals were forged together in design.Though at the bottom there seemed to be nothing but igloos rarely able to stay stable. These were where the weak were condemned for not being able to attract to the standard of might that the leader of the Frozen national had set. Sick, decrepit beings. Some mentally deranged, some lacking in magical ability, some lacking in strength, alas their only purpose was to serve and die to become an example for those who dare enter the territory of the elite. Any foreign resident could tell from the symbol of the legion that the strong survived in the unforgiving environment. As one travelled to the Citadel, the main structure of those who could hold their own there would be inscribed upon the door in Greek: "They disgrace the Gods. None know strength. The skies nor the seas rival us.” This was a display of the region's spirit of unyielding bravado and the searing forges that melted such iron, brass and steel. The forges themselves made it a raging ninety degrees Celsius. Contrasting the cold which is a fierce ten degrees Celsius. Embedded into the mountain's side on every front was a mineshaft, eerie in origin; this is where the weak fervently work mining brass, iron, steel, etc. Until life leaves their bodies. The rotting flesh and the bones exist there only to be trampled on again by the family members that follow suit. The frigid landscape only became more lively as the ascent to the summit was journeyed! At the peak just past where the atmosphere changes, the sky falling to nothing but the vibrant colors of dawn or the looming colors of night is a flat surface which held the monstrosity of a leader; the Imperial feared him more than they feared the creatures below. He was a man who has combat skill unrivaled by any amongst the land. The Beloved Comrade of Revonsius. As lore reads: One day scarlet had beamed down amidst the snowy floor, a man whose left eye was clad in cerulean, an aurora which his right eye which remained shielded to the world did not mimic. His clothing was as dark as night, adoring scarlet and black colors from head to toe; chains tightly woven around his forearms and hands. He spoke in prophecies, only guiding the once wayward souls to building something out of the land they were blessed with. It seemed the foreigner was a prophet sent forward by their Dragon God to bring prosperity to their land. Albeit, all those that dared defy change were reduced to nothing but mere dust upon the wind; this ruthless entity showed mercy in regards to the weak. For this was the will of the Dragon that led him through the vast expanse of the universe. Though that was the past… Now, it seems their leader never leaves the top of the mountain, though all can feel his icy glare. It was as if he just watched his people grow, like they were nothing more than an experiment. From the view of the Imperial leader, Duran Serge; they were but ants. Nothing more than a plaything since this was merely one of the things created by an entity whose power he now governs. Unfortunate for those below, for one day they shall be slain faster than they were able to build themselves up. The Dragoon remained atop the gelid mountain, golden hues cast to the lower lifeforms in disappointment. Though, this was the expected outcome of this experiment; our Emperor had chosen to lead a realm in the way Fafnir wished to. The outcome? A miserable people with absolutely no strength, no foundation, no backbone; a people divided who dared not to speak their minds. They were nothing but lambs for the slaughter. "Do you see this Fafnir, your ideas are nothing more than your Greed clouding your judgment." He remarked briskly whilst gazing upon the lower class being slaughtered by their superiors. "This is how life must be, Duran. Filled with hate, destruction, fear, anger! Otherwise, the quiddity of our being. This is what we strive for, all life under our thumb." The Dragon responded. "Oh how wrong you are… Your science experiment is nothing more than a bore, these people aren’t worth the time nor brain matter.""You just haven't embraced it yet, child. Soon enough I'm sure you'll see things my way." |
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Post by Ezekiel on Mar 21, 2021 17:41:32 GMT
The unknown. Many are scared of it, as it was beyond the realm of comprehension that they resided in, yet some people embrace this, and want to reach it. This pushes people to do things that some may consider irrational to say the least, and it was the case for a singular individual, a being who has the goal of bringing Salvation upon this world. This person was known as Ezekiel Ambrose. The Salvator always attempted to break the barriers set down by the universe, transcending the limits that were bound to his existence, to do the impossible, to discover the unknown.
“Arcadia, do you think that The Unknown is truly unachievable?”
“Nothing is unachievable, although do not attempt to rush to your dreams, they’ll just come crashing back in your face.”
“Then patient I shall be, although.. One thing has been bothering me for the longest time: The limitations on my ability: Plane Shift. I need to push it further, break the limits and don’t look back.”
The artificial humanoid sighed, thinking about how he could possibly extend the capabilities of Plane Shift. Ideas came to mind, yet he quickly understood that there were major problems with each and every single one of them. He laid down onto the green lushing vegetation growing within the grassland, Arma Nirvana keeping close to him although without touching the ground. He kept looking up at the heavenly treasury of stars, constellations, nebulas, galaxies and more that slowly unraveled beyond his cerulean hues, how could one even imagine being bound to a single world when there was an infinite amount laying just above their heads. He sighed deeply, lowering his eyelids to take a quick nap, his mind started wandering off within the ever expanding realm of comprehension he resided in, when suddenly, his answer appeared like an epiphany long awaiting to be reached. This was it, a way to expand, a way to transcend, a way to break. Why would there be a reason for him to be limited, there was infinity above his head, an infinity so close, and yet so far.
Ezekiel slowly got up onto his feet, dusting off his clothing as to not appear unclean, then preparing his plan. He raised his arm in front of him, his palm facing the air straight on as a myriad of complex magical circles formed around his limb. He focused ambient energy into a singular point in space, a faint star of incredible energical density glowing with a devilish violet appeared in front of his eyes, it was working! A smirk appeared on his pale white visage as his other hand seemingly reached to grab the air, yet something materialized in his grasp, a magnificent piece of technology produced by Astra, a long spear coloured of purple and white, similar to his clothing. Although, Zeke seemed to have a plan in mind, and it was time for it to take action. He had fragilized the conventional plane enough that most weapons could probably puncture the fabric of space, yet he aimed for something more grandiose, and so he held the spear in the air, and stabbed the point with the head of the polearm, then ripping the fabric of the plane apart, bringing him into the rift that he had created, he had achieved a new ability, Plane Break. The rift brought everything into itself within a dozen kilometers, a true cataclysm to anything within this radius.
Nothingness. Nothingness had surrounded him, a confusing, psychedelic experience that would definitely eclipse whatever he had ever seen before, it was truly wonderful, his avaricious behavior towards knowledge could finally reach another level, he had done it, he had broken the limits. Yet his journey was yet to be over, he had to witness the marvelous sight that this extraplanar voyage’s end would bring upon his world. He saw the light piercing through, thinking he had reached it. He was close, so close, he could practically touch it.
Ezekiel placed his arm in front of his face, blocking the light so that his eyes could adjust a bit less violently to the sudden change of environment. Somehow, he was floating above the ground, Arcadia must’ve issued orders to the drones while he was blinded, yet it truly mattered not. He moved his arm slowly to reveal the sight that he long blissed for. How disappointed would he be? Well, he wouldn’t be disappointed in any case, he’d just be less excited.
His eyes stumbled upon a majestic sight, he seemed to be on a mountain, at a point incredibly close to the summit, he was at a terrific altitude, yet at this point, it mattered not. What made him more confused was the presence he felt, the captain of the Curators, Duran. What could he be doing there, did his experiment fail? Oh well, it was beyond the point of no return at this point. Ezekiel wore the clothing that he always wore, it didn’t matter much to him in any case, The purple patterns in the inner side of his coat seemed to move, as if it was stuck in a constant looping animation of lines falling at irregular intervals. The multiple layers of shirts, combined with a thin membrane of ethereal energy, allowed him to defy the extreme temperatures currently reached within the high altitude environment he had seemingly landed in. In a swift movement of his right hand, a multitude of screens had appeared, information written in some sort of archaic yet complex language seemed to be everflowing on the aforementioned screens. The six main drones of Arma Nirvana that had been by his side from the side, the six replications he had created when he joined BLADE and two disks that were created recently seemed to float around him as he landed, not on the snow, but on a platform produced by the grasshopper trigger. The spear he had kept in his gloved left hand up until now had vanished into nothingness, only to be replaced by a bass guitar, the pure white colour tainting it seemed to rival that of the snow below Ezekiel.
{BGM: Cave of Dreams}
He started playing a simple tune, his head focused on the melody he produced while he collected his thoughts, his movement was seemingly autonomous, he didn’t even seem to notice that he was walking at a dangerous height, and that one false move would most likely be his doom. Although, he had full trust in his safety, due to Arcadia being the one placing the platforms beneath his feet depending on where he moved. It was simple yet gracious, his self clad of white and purple, walking selflessly above the void, his only guide being the sun, ruthlessly shining with all the splendor it could offer. The structures scattered scarcelessly on the sides of the natural monument seemed to diminish as he continued to rise. As he reached the summit, he produced the last note of his ballad, a calm sound that was sure to bring Duran’s attention to the musician. With a soft spoken voice yet a solid tone, Ezekiel declared to his ally.
“It appears that I have invaded your territory by accident, an unfortunate one to say the least.”
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Post by Konton on Apr 27, 2021 22:09:06 GMT
An Unforeseen FoeDichromatic eyes were opened to the world, a trespasser had tread on sacred land. It was despicable to see such a wretch bring reproach on the Dragon of Phantasms by even breaking through the dimensional barrier to enter the dragon's bountiful land of desolate ice. This was treason! Thus the Patriarch of Phantasms was enraged, anger swelled slowly. As a creator, his creation must not be tainted by outsiders who reeked of weakness. Thus the punishment had to be severe, especially for those unknown to the Eogazurd’s vast memory; only the chosen, the champion of Revonsius could peacefully traverse the vast array of Demi Planes crafted from the Artisan’s might. So, unrest was caused in the breast of the champion who was sitting atop the mountain’s peak; he and his Immortal companion’s own intuitive senses were alerted to the sudden opening of an extradimensional ring. Was it friend or foe…? Either way, their presence here was unwanted. They had to be thrust from the plane immediately, be it dead or alive; Duran raised from his sitting position as soon as the entity entered. The voice, it seemed so familiar, the energy signature was of someone he knew. Another Captain!? It couldn’t be… Here…! Here of all places. It was such a shame, soon a comrade was to be cast into the cold embrace of the Tundra that surrounded them. Fafnir’s interests were peaked, for a boy to easily break into his brethren’s domain he had to be special. A desire sparked, Fafnir’s own ambitions aligned with Duran’s actions in the line of duty. As the musician strummed, speaking quietly the air around them seemed to become dense… It was almost as if the atmosphere was changing with the sudden shift in aptitude from the Xeroxian. The vacant space around him grew heavier and heavier, a scarlet hue overlapped by gold and onyx crafting a silhouette around his figure. It swelled in unison with Duran’s direct line of thought. A sigh escaped the Immortal’s lips, albeit he did not want to engage in a bout, it seemed there was a deep seeded determination embedded into his dear Prophet’s soul. Kishin was ready, the divine radiance that surrounded him in the Demi Plane providing him with the potency to bestow upon Duran. Fafnir’s blessing was also given to Duran, allowing for a connection of Ether to proficiently give him strength. The Satsujinken was given access to all the neat things Fafnir happened to own, especially the Dragon’s Gate; the tomb was fully at his disposal in battle. The translucent faculties of his presence became luminescent, the radiant arcs of the Ether that surrounded him expanding ever in what seemed to be a dome around him. Though this was merely a projection of his own emotion taking root amidst the battle as a champion, as the Satsujinken. There was no mercy to be had on the battlefield for the young lad he’d have shared a home with. Cling…A metallic noise struck the ground beneath, though in appearance there was absolutely nothing present. The noise slowly crept with haste in every direction from the Xeroxian, turning to meet his gaze with his now adversary. His golden gaze acting as a window into his intentions. Slight motions of his left hand allowed for a sword encompassed by a navy hue to materialize within his palm; grasping hold of this weapon, he as the champion of this land utilized this as a gift from one of his draconic patrons. This was Phantyrion, the blade coveted in the breath of Phantasms; a link to the might of the Eogazurd, allowing his champion to bear the unique properties of the dragon’s existence within his domain, moreso his ability to bend the Demi Planes he has forged. Light around the Xeroxian suddenly became distorted, a strange effect had been cast on his being by the mere summoning of a weapon. The time had come… Action. His movement was swift, so much so the mountain seemingly shook under the might of the sudden burst of speed from Duran. Nearly collapsing the unstable mountain of snow from the movement, his actions were precise, his timing unique to show his standing in martial prowess since he was titled the Satsujinken. The distance between the two would’ve been closed within an instance almost, the extent of the blade’s curvature used for a flurry of diagonal and horizontal strikes; each slash presented that same distortion which loomed ominously around Duran’s entire being.
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Post by Ezekiel on Apr 30, 2021 3:04:49 GMT
The Musician’s Melody came to an end as he attempted to make contact with the Flaring Supernova. His amethyst hues seemed to dance like an inferno of vile flames amongst the frigid landscape of the harsh tundra. Ezekiel had not even taken the time to look around ever since he arrived atop the natural structure. The warmth his energy procured him made some of the snow around him melt, yet he couldn’t see the solid floor, so he simply stood, unwavering behind the sitting man. His intentions were good, whether his presence was accepted or not, he only wanted to test out Plane Break. The captain’s coat rested upon his shoulders, the scarf which he wore flying in the wind along with his short hair. The guitar which he carried vanished into nothingness, revealing the sword which he kept close to his left side, resting in a glimmering sheath of pure metal, Enhancer kept as a single memento of the life he lived in Babel, upon which laid his left hand, wrapped within the cold embrace of the metal surface of the pummel along with the fabric which constituted the glove he wore, while his right hand was stuffed in his pants’ pocket. A silent sigh came out of his pale lips, as they curled into a smile that seemed to come from the malicious personality of the Mastermind. He detected a sign of activity near the two captains, a draconic entity whose might was undeniably immense, most likely the entity which granted existence to the plane which he currently stood upon.
“Did I make your pet lizard angry?”
He felt no remorse for offensing an entity as powerful as that, obedience was not necessarily a virtue that could be grasped by him automatically. Regardless, All of the drones of Deus_7711 Arma Nirvana stayed within close range of his backside, none hiding behind his shoulders, as his opponent sat calmly before his hues. As Duran stood up, The calm and collected demeanor which usually emanated from the Spirit of Absolution returned, his smile reverting into an emotionless state of being. The two glares met, the burning purple irises of The Mastermind plunging deep within the golden eyes of the defying force standing tall in front of him. The aura which surrounded him, originally a thin membrane, started to erupt in a raging brasier of amethyst flames, burning through the undying ambitions of which constituted Ezekiel’s mind at this instant. His right hand had departed from its original position and was now surrounded by three complex arrangements of geometrical shapes, an archaic language which was embedded onto invocation circles fueled by the energy of Arcadia’s own demiplane, The Horizon. In the midst of all this, the staff which he had gotten rid of as of entering this wasteland made of ice and snow reappeared from thin air within the grasp of his digits, a silvery polearm with sumptuous gemstones incrusted upon both of its extremities, the one atop gleaming due to a mysterious and archaic form of magic. His mind was focused yet unfocused at the same time, empty beyond belief yet full past comprehension. He was entering a sort of semi conscious state, a trans of selflessness emerging from the depths of his heart. In an imperceptible mumbling, he declared solemnly.
“I am Justice, I am the world.. The incandescent flame that shines on both mortal and divine..”
Duran seemed to also summon his armament from a realm that wasn’t here nor there, unless it was, but Ezekiel didn’t pay attention.
“Unwavering ambitions birthed deep within the sorrows of the Galaxy.. I am the one which unites, and the one which divides.. I am the Cosmos given Ambition...”
The Champion of Revonsius had seemingly linked with his new weapon, utilising but a modicum of its power, most likely just leaking energy disturbing the very flow of light surrounding his corporeal essence, yet again, Ezekiel’s mind was elsewhere entirely.
“Invoke within me..”
That is when Duran finally took action, yet it seemed Ezekiel was in no state to defend himself, yet this was a mere illusion of defenselessness, for what he was preparing was something greater than what it seemed. The vibrations sent all across the natural environment had been focused by Ezekiel unconsciously, his mastery over the mutation he obtained was now ridiculous. As the Killing Fist swung his weapon to annihilate the frail individual, the final verse was pronounced.
Radiance of The Unknown!
Ezekiel’s aura gained an even fiercer intensity, and just as the blade was striking him down, he quite literally vanished.
The Musician Clad of White stood atop a titanic translucent crystal tower within The Horizon, the impregnable barrier surrounding the realm under Arcadia’s dominion, whose energy had been infused within Ezekiel’s aura, allowing him to come through the defenses. It wasn’t without reason he had accessed this particular power early on within the fight, seeing Duran in another plane than the one they usually resided on made him ponder on how, whether he had an ability similar to Ezekiel’s Plane Shifting was worrying enough for the Tactician to employ this. He backed off a little from his original position, now certainly out of range for an instant. And just as soon as he arrived, he departed.
In the first instant of him reappearing, he had invoked another ability he had, coming from using the staff he had as a magic focus of tremendous strength allowing him to cast a myriad of powerful spells, yet this one was particular. It created a 7-layered shield made out of solid ether focused to a point where its density seemed phenomenal. It was one of the most powerful defensive spells he could come up with, yet it served a great purpose, at least for now. The Mastermind also employed the Voltia Art “Adamantine Shield” upon himself, in case he wasn’t swift enough in his defense. But most importantly, he had entered what he called “The Selfless State”, giving him bursts of ridiculous speed.
And yet, something felt off in the space encapsulating Ezekiel’s vessel, it was as if the current plane was being countered by a mysterious force, it was something greater than the puny mortal standing behind a shield, no, it was an otherworldly entity, if you can call it like so. In truth, Arcadia’s influence was meddled with that of The Mastermind’s, and was thus imprinting parts of The Horizon into the plane created by Revonsius. The fragment of Savand was letting his presence be known to all, he would be hiding no longer, it was time for him to take action along the male which carried him for so long. If he kept hidden without helping the one he considers his “Liberation”, he would be a coward, yet from the depths of The Horizon, Arcadia’s silvery irises shined of pride from finally helping the young lad. Over in the Tundra of Revonsius, Ezekiel saw the parameters of what was going on, he was glad The Horizon Lord finally came to his aid, and felt more confident than ever before. He knew Duran was one of the most powerful entities in BLADE, and that he was not as skilled as him, yet he wanted to give The Disnomian Emperor a worthwhile challenge.
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Post by Konton on Jun 30, 2021 3:58:25 GMT
Vibrant arcs of ether-kinetic rays sprung from the physical connection between the shield and the blade’s edge. Albeit in this case it was merely a means to an end, delaying the inevitable; Phantyrion’s unique ability tapped into the prospects that came with the blessing of being Revonsius’ champion; allowing him access to the Demi Plane Hallonon. A spacial rend ate away at the sudden skill cast as the Xeroxian’s arm pressed the weapon’s form into the barrier; as the weapon broke through a fervent lash of pressurized air slipped into the cracks entering into the sphere which cloaked the young Ezekiel. His chains that sat amidst the surface of the mountain’s peak spread their influence like wildfire, covering the distance which Duran traveled to make his way to Ezekiel’s location. But… it did so by spreading in almost a circle around Duran’s footing for the distance he traversed. The sudden size increase of the domain crafted within the chains gave him access to a unique skill only known to the Satsujinken when utilizing the prowess of his Xeroxian heritage. Super Imposition.  From his free arm, his right a ghastly aura erupted that encapsulated the surrounding area, this unnatural sheen forged for itself an image of the dragon the lurked within the depths of the Satsujinken’s mortal coil. Unholy pillars of the beast’s own Divine Ether purged the land beneath it as the dragon began to spawn its scaled being into the domain’s reach; the Eogazurd’s full body birthing from the radiance only to give way to a blood curdling roar that kicked the complacent snow into a violet whip of chilled wind. Though this feat was more than admirable when the epiphany Kishin decided to finally to aid his prophet after resonating his prowess from the Demi Plane with the Xeroxian; he had gathered enough strength to make a connection with the dragon that chose Duran for the sheer fact he was merged with the Immortal. Thus through Phantyrion Kishin was able to make an imposition of Revonsius’ own form into the domain which Duran spawned Fafnir on the opposing side.  The Patriarch’s form which was the opposite of his avaricious brethren, the Progenitor of Greed and the Lord of Phantasms locked their massive appendages on the side of the mountain; both holding themselves in place for what was to come next. Duran got a hint as to what these Primal beings were going to do, so he moved; standing on a translucent foot hold of his own ether suspended within the air. Albeit he didn’t leave the stationary Ezekiel unsupervised, a chain coiled around the bubble that protected him from Duran’s wrath in the first place; the erected domain now had locked the young lad into place by means of its very own existence. The Eogazurds prepared, their maws opened; each being filled with the breath of their own Divine Ether. These two Primal entities let off vibrant lasers from their jaws, each one meeting the other where Ezekiel lied dormant within his protective barrier; the sheer force of the condensed ether that fired so graciously from their maws reduced the mountain and all things the combination of these two breath weapons to nothing but particles. Duran witnessing this event gave the usage of this tandem attack between the Eogazurd a name, one which echoed from him yelling it aloud. “Twin Photon Stream of Ruination!” What ensued after? An explosion that ripped apart the tundra for miles, eating away the homeland of the people who had been forsaken by the dragon they worshipped as God Almighty. It only caused rage to enter into the breast of the Patriarch of Phantasm, his superimposed becoming unstable within the domain bringing forth the wrath of Hallonon; the dimension in which the dragon dwells within. Had Ezekiel not died from the blast, being rendered to ambiguous particles of ether, he would surely die to the rage induced by Eogazurd's further display of might. Revonsius’ rampage knew no end, concentrated beams fired again and again from his maw until the mountain was forced into nothing but a pile of molten rock. The plate that held the earth beneath their feet had been drilled inwards due to the dragon’s tantrum. Alas, there was nothing Duran could do at this point to satiate the dragon’s lust for revenge. He just had to watch, watch as one of his companion’s thrust himself deeper into the depths of his own creed. For the tundra, this day brought nothing but death… The fierce imperial nation built on strength had fallen to the might of the dragon that breathed it into creation.Woe to the sea, to the earth, the sky, the vast expanse of space that has become dust before the might of the gods. May those who were noble died be at peace as they reach the great unconscious. As for Duran, who remained unscathed he became a spectator to the world’s end… Albeit, it seemed the Supernova was unaffected by the events before him. Those golden hues of his are ever so cold, reflecting the strength he instilled into the nation before it’s fall. “What a drag..”“Wow, that’s your only reaction, Prophet?”“Did you expect anything else?”“I suppose, you’re right.” |
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Post by Ezekiel on Jul 1, 2021 5:40:04 GMT
Calculations ran through the artificial construct which constituted his brain, there was no telling where this fight would go, the strength of Duran’s actions were so overwhelming, each minute step Ezekiel would take in this fight would be lethal at any moment. Yet he still stood strong at the moment, his amethyst irises peeking through the ethereal surface of the orchid shield to meet those of the rampaging Supernova. There was no going back now, fleeing was far from being a viable option under the flurry of blows surrounding the forefront of his defense being his shield. The hits were so davastatingly powerful that many cracks had formed in the sturdy condensed energy, there even had a layer that crumbled, falling onto the faint blanket of snow remaining after so much friction between the sword and the shield before turning into a fine dust which vanished in the winds. Ezekiel had a lot to worry about, he had few options that could get him out of this precarious situation, his usual lackadaisical approach on certain fights would have to be placed aside as it would render him more weak-minded, making him admit defeat and accept being torn asunder by the fierce competition. Maybe it was the lack of experience on fights of this intensity, but his mind had been working more overtime than ever, trying to find even the slightest opening in the Satsujinken’s stance, which would prove to be fruitless, masters of their crafts rarely left any room for error, especially in martial arts. He knew he had no chance of simply landing a sword strike and finishing it off, certainly not with his build anyways, that was, however, not a problem for Duran. This instability in strength would be Ezekiel’s greatest enemy in this fight, for even his intelligence could not be enough to fill in the gaps in his form, for the Xeroxian would override any advantage he may have with an equality between brain and brawn. The Celestial Musician had accounted for every possibility within his plan, at least in his foolish comprehension of the events unfolding before his mortal sensory perception for he had not accounted for a very powerful attribute in The Flaring Supernova’s array of unimaginable armaments, a mistake of monumental proportions that would almost cost him his life.
The chains which Duran wielded were far from ordinary pieces of metal used in aesthetics, no, they were more powerful than anything Ezekiel could muster, although he had no clue about any of this. In fact, if he had not taken certain precautions beforehand, he would certainly be dead with no signs of hesitation whatsoever. Even his extrasensory perception ability had a strenuous time to even perceive them correctly as they surrounded him at a speed the likes of which he could barely fathom. They surpassed any magic, any type of arms Ezekiel possessed at the time, making a worthwhile retaliation almost impossible for the young Mastermind, the very pinnacle of equipment would be directed into a direct assault upon his corporeal vessel, he had enough on his hands with the blade which distorted the plane, the situation seemed hopeless for the Musician, for he had no smart counters, no quick spell he could cast that would help him, at least he thought. A particular thing about Zeke is that he always disliked abusing the abilities granted to him by Arcadia too much, for it seemed unfair to only rely on that which wasn’t his in the first place. Although now, he and the Lord of the Horizon had finally come to somewhat of an agreement, they couldn’t function properly without the other, the powers of one became the powers of the other and vice-versa. Thus, Ezekiel had obtained an additional source of firepower, and he would not wait to use it against this outstanding foe. The chains were quickly surrounding him, before suddenly, he was nowhere to be found and the metal wrapped around nothing but the chilling air.
The Strength to Move On.
Ezekiel felt as if time had just been rewound, for he was located at the same place he had been mere instants ago, atop of the cristalline tower within The Horizon, although the boy hadn’t ordered to be plane shifted there, it was something much more grand than that. The Radiance of The Unknown was a mysterious ability that Ezekiel had not experimented with until very recently, and it appeared as if the lad had just discovered its true utility. He remembered how he had meddled the Radiance with his own presence, allowing him to bypass the security barrier surrounding the entirety of the plane. Well, while that was all in appearance, the truth went much deeper. This tower was more than just a monument made out of fancy glass, it was a defensive algorithm and an artificial intelligence created by Arcadia’s influence to protect the demiplane, although now that it had been mixed with Ezekiel’s very being, it had preemptively protected him from the threat that came towards him before he could be definitely terminated. Arcadia stared at Ezekiel, a glare that seemed mysteriously kind, the youngling knew that it meant that he could rely upon Arcadia if he so needed to, but that he had to return to finish what was previously started. The crumbling shield had been restaured due to the grey-haired prisoner pouring considerable amounts of energy into it, which shifted it from a simple barrier to something much greater which Ezekiel was ready to utilize in combat, he had regained the strength to battle, his eyes glowed of an effervescent light, the battle was far from over.
 Ezekiel once thought fighting the Flaring Supernova was an impossible task, yet he had been proven wrong by his own feats, although it was now that he had to truly prove his might, he had one moment to prove his worth and it was now. Firstly, he activated the Mirage Voltia Art “Crescent Mirror” on himself, creating yet another layer of protection, then, he felt ready to return to the Tundra of Revonsius. When he returned, he was positioned a fair ten feet behind Duran, his drones linked to his feet to allow for firm footing without touching the ground in case the mountain had been destroyed or there was an underlying trap under the snow. He wanted to let himself a bit of room while also being out of reach for another sword strike. Although, something had changed, he had shifted the shield into a mass of hypercondensed netheric energy, leaving himself slightly defenseless, but it would all be for a worthwhile cause. The nature of this orb was far more destructive than anything the Musician could usually produce in such small amounts of time, yet Arcadia’s mastery over the etheric forces within the Horizon seemed to make the entire process terribly fast. Now that everything was in place, it was time for the main show. In a similar fashion as his entry into this frozen realm, he let the ball of destruction float half of the distance between him and the ferocious Xeroxian before it released all of its magnificent power, creating countless fractures within the very fabric of space in the shape of a cube surrounding the both of them, creating a billion of shattered pieces all acting like a kaleidoscope to those inside, meaning that Duran and Ezekiel were both isolated within the cube for less than a second before they both blinked out of existence.
 Ezekiel felt a wave of relief washing over his body at that moment due to not being completely alone anymore, yet it was not time to celebrate. His spear was quickly summoned to his right hand, a masterpiece created with steel of unparalleled quality resisting even the highest of temperatures under the right circumstances. There was no need to describe its appearance, it was a beautiful armament wrapped in multiple cerulean cloths around the handle and one at the base of the spearhead, which had multiple completely black notches on it. As Arcadia fueled this spear with the nether residing all around the plane, these notches seemed to glow of a soft pale blue, signifying the charge of energy lying sealed within. Ezekiel, however, had not forgotten the moment when he merged his presence with The Radiance, he had focused some vibrations which he had kept with him for the entirety of the fight, waiting for the perfect moment to use it to his advantage. His being was also further enhanced by The Selfless State, which would make the speed of his throw something absolutely ridiculous. He cocked his right arm backwards, aiming to perforate The Emperor’s chest from the back right, as he began the motion to launch the spear while also positioning the orb of vibrations behind the polearm. His movements were so fast that most humans would not be able to perceive it without acute senses sharpened over years and years, as he took a step forward with his left leg, his arm moved faster than it had ever moved, as he took the final step with his right leg, launching the spear at speeds which easily broke through the sound barrier. As the cracking sound characteristic of breaking the sound barrier made its appearance, it was quickly sent back to the ball behind the projectile, before being released in a focused area to make its speed even greater, coming to stab Duran in the back, which would not be an easy task from the simple frame of the man alone, yet the nether inside served a purpose that was not yet told. The nether had coated the exterior of the polearm’s head with energy, which would enhance its slashing and piercing properties. If it even perforated an inch of muscle, it would release all of the sealed forces inside, creating a very destructive explosion at point blank, which would either leave The Captain defenseless for another assault of similar power or kill him outright, although the second outcome was much less likely to happen, since he knew that his opponent was very resilient, besides, he had fought monstrous beings that were much less menacing than the man he currently opposed and they survived something of slightly lesser strength, so he had the utmost faith that he would still have a long path before victory, or defeat for that matter. |
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