NOVPUBSitting in a stone armchair eating something that replaces popcorn in the company of thousands of people, if you consider all the Sacred Beasts here, all this to see a battle between 2 great Gods.
"If seven years ago they had thought I would be here today like this..." (me)
"You would have asked this person to help write the backstory scripts for your games." (Niryna)
"(Yes, it seems like the kind of thing I would do, it’s always been hard to find people open-minded about these things.)" (me)
"They’re scared." (Samara)
"Yes, they seem afraid of how far they can fight, cowards..." (Callidora)
"It could be something different, a Demonic God of Sin would not be dominated by fear, much less that God of Law who probably doesn’t even know what emotional coefficient is." (Samara)
As I let a few things slip out of my mouth, drawing Niryna into a conversation while Samara talked to Callidora, everyone had their eyes fixed above where the Gods were only using a small portion of their powers in melee attacks.
Hernoth was in his middle-aged man appearance with a fierce expression that I had not seen before, his presence was always full of sin, but among those sins one stood out more this time, pride.
Now that God of Law was perfectly calm even while fighting, his expression still showed no emotion or effort, his Aura was as cold and rigid as a piece of ice or perhaps in this case I should compare it to a piece of cold metal.
One was free and unrestrained with his emotions on fire without being at all while the other was so restricted that he seemed like a robot following guidelines, it was like watching a fight of opposites being fascinating and strange at the same time.
Hernoth created 6 large arms of condensed Demonic energy, each of these arms was 100 meters tall, striking with the weight of continents falling from the sky, each blow seemed capable of splitting worlds into fragments and there was no doubt that this was possible for him.
Phatos on the other hand condensed his Divine Power that was silver in the form of chains, there were hundreds of chains, they were infinitely long, but they were not large or thick like Hernoth’s arms, even so working together they could cushion the blows of those arms while attacking at the same time.
Each chain of Phatos seemed capable of containing everything, the very space around him seemed more rigid, the wind stopped around him without being able to flow and even Hernoth’s arms were stopped before even reaching their target.
Each blow Hernoth made against the chains made them tremble as if they were not going to break, but his power was eroded with each inch he advanced as if a mountain while falling slowly became lighter and lighter until it had no weight at all.
Clearly none of them were fighting seriously, they were not using their Divinities and they were not using Divine Weapons that they clearly possess, Gods of their Level must possess Divine Weapons and that is a certainty, I cannot understand how they can be dragging this fight.
"(Are they testing each other’s strength?)" (me)
"(Maybe they are waiting for something? But what?)" (me)
I was not seeing this battle with just my eyes, I was using my Aura, my Will and my own Divinity to perceive things that others could not see.
I could perceive the flow and type of Divine Power of each of them, how they manipulated their Wills and Divine power, the interaction of their Auras and even how they were storing power, that’s when I realized what they were doing and noticed two pairs of eyes on me.
"I told you he would understand the hints." (Samara)
"Shut up, leave the boy to his own devices." (Callidora)
"..." (Samara)
I was thrown by the two, they weren’t talking before, just making it seem like a conversation to give hints that I wouldn’t have noticed so quickly.
I was irritated, but there wasn’t much I could do, Samara wouldn’t care about any kind of punishment I could think of and in some cases she might even enjoy those punishments, it seems that her response to serving Callidora has distorted her in frightening ways, I only know this because I can understand her thoughts because of the restrictions placed on her.
Callidora can’t even be punished, I’m important to her in many ways, the only thing I could do as an effective punishment would be against Niryna, which would affect Callidora due to the importance of our leaf to her, but that’s something I’m not willing to even think about, much less dare to do.
"What do they want? To perform a single powerful attack?" (me)
"Don’t rule out that option, but probably not, what they’re after is you." (Callidora)
"..." (me)
I was about to ask again, but I chose not to. Callidora likes half-truths and deceiving others with mystery. To continue talking about this with her would be the same as being led by the nose by a psychopath, something more than foolish to do.
I turn my attention upwards. Everyone else must be doing the same. The battle up there was shaking the foundations of an entire world.
Clearly, they were slowly increasing the level of the battle, but at the same time, they were trying to influence this area.
One side of the sky was turning silver with silver dust particles floating like clouds of sand while the other half was filled with flaming clouds. The skies were divine like this with the two fighting on the border of these two areas.
Hernoth was starting to use magic. Each of his attacks was horrendous, worthy of a Demonic God.
In one attack he summoned a faceless head with only a crown on top and no hair or any features, if it weren’t for the super realistic skin one would think it was a doll or statue.
Soon it turns around, the crown emits a purple light that reveals the distorted head in a thinner and more elongated shape, the crown is at the tip and at the end it looked like a spear where the handle was made of flesh surrounded by skin, the pulse and Vitality of a living creature still distinguishable while emanating a strong murderous intent. 𝓃𝓸𝓋𝓹𝓾𝓫.𝒸ℴ𝓶
The God of Law himself was not far behind, his chains were also coiling together forging Weapons with an extremely sharp silver Aura around them, Runes appearing on the body of these weapons giving a sense of danger in me.
"(Why am I feeling danger if this attack is being directed at the Demon God Hernoth? Unless...)" (me)
Another thought crosses my mind, then suddenly all the pieces come together, I continue to see the battle between the Gods, but this time I wasn’t so relaxed anymore and even put down my ’popcorn’ to increase my focus.
Hernoth’s powers are all about distorting living things into horrible shapes while Phatos created Weapons using his chains.
At first I was able to see each of his movements in detail, but the more intense the battle became, the less I could see until the stage where I was unable to see anything at all.
Just the shockwaves from this battle made the barrier around everyone tremble and almost break, those responsible for the barrier also had to pay more attention.
Somehow I felt an increasing danger, before it was just a feeling, but now it was a certainty, even my Divinity was completely active circulating inside my body with my Aura evoking all its characteristics and I even took the initiative to circulate my Will with my Anomalous Power in preparation.
It was at that moment that a powerful silver Light came directly towards me at such a great speed that when I realized it, it had already crossed the barrier that had broken completely and was already in front of me.
"< Devour >" (me)
I didn’t have time to think, my instincts rose up along with pure muscle memory, at that moment I was no different from a monster at the moment of its death, a wild Primordial force rose up inside me along with cruelty, my Divine Power was merging with my Anomalous Power already spread throughout my body.
I just opened my jaw, my most primitive instinct has always been only one, to devour, it was the first thing I did after being reborn, it was how I acquired power and it will always be my primary instinct.
When my teeth closed there was nothing left, that was when my mind had time to function while sweat ran down my back like a waterfall.
What I saw in my vision was a net of sharp chains full of thorns, this net was open coming towards me, but it was stuck tangled between purple bone claws emanating a thick Demonic presence.
Sigh
"(I was saved...)" (me)
Callidora and Samara’s tips in the end were of no use, I had no chance to do anything and just opened my mouth insanely, I didn’t even dare think about what I wanted to do, the presence of this net was frightening.
Just by Hernoth and Phatos’ dialogue I could understand that they had faced each other many times and yet the two were still here without feeling afraid of each other, this shows that they were preparing for something and it wasn’t hard for me to tell that it was probably a powerful attack.
The two of them must have known that just one attack wouldn’t be enough to deal with their enemy, so why do such a thing?
The answer was, me.
Phatos wanted me and wanted to act before Hernoth could do anything, meanwhile Hernoth is preparing to protect me, calling him through Ynes was the best decision I made so far.
"I like this Demon God, call him to eat next time, this is a decent example for Niryna." (Callidora)
Callidora at some point appeared on my shoulder talking nonsense as if my life wasn’t in danger just a few seconds ago.
