"All Chaos beings must be and will be destroyed from all the realms, and you will be no different, Eryth."
Eryth coughed out blood again. He took a deep breath, tightening his grip around the handle of his dagger.
"You may be fast, but with the Green Eyes, I could read your every move."
"What?"
"To acquire the Green Eyes, one either takes the eyes of a possessor or destroys the eye which he desires to have the Green Eye in and channel a large amount of energy to that eye. It may be painful, but if successful, it will be worth it."
Eryth stabbed the dagger into his eyes, causing Archiva to raise her brows in shock. He screamed in pain but continued anyway, pushing the dagger in deeper until he couldn't anymore.
He pulled the dagger and fell to his knee, his breathing now ragged as blood dripped down his eyes.
"What utter stupidity." Archiva outstretched her arms and a golden spear appeared in it. "Time to end this."
She zipped forward and pierced Eryth's stomach with it, pushing it deeper until its tip plunged from the dark mage's back.
Eryth grabbed the spear with his arm, holding it so firm that the divine registrar couldn't pull it out. He exhaled before raising his head to peer at the Registrar, revealing his one eye which had turned from dark brown to complete black with red vertical pupil.
"What the?"
He clenched his fist and sent the Divine registrar flying back with a tremendous punch that caused the ground below him to crack open.
The dark mage dragged himself up to his feet. The spear which was plunged into him disappeared into thin air. It was the same state he had once found himself in some time ago when he faced the cult of Kagurath, a state he deduced as a second being in himself that takes control whenever he is on the verge of death. He grinned, revealing his pointy fangs as his left eye which failed to produce the Green Eye and every other injury completely healed.
Archiva stood up on her feet.
She looked at Eryth who stood a few distance away from her before forming a spear again.
"It hasn't happened yet," she mumbled to herself.
"There's still time before he completely conjugates with the devil, I have to end him before that happens…"
Before she could finish the thought in her head, Eryth appeared in front of her, a wide grin on his face. He threw a left punch that would put down any normal being but Archiva swiftly used her forearm to parry his fist out of the way. She then lunged her spear, catching Eryth with a clean cut to his chest.
She spun the spear to strike again but Eryth jumped back to create space between them. But the moment his feet touched the ground, he zipped forward.
His action caught the Divine Registrar by surprise giving him the upper hand. His fist collided cleanly with her jaw, a devastating punch that only sent her staggering back and her helmet flying out of her head. He closed the distance and dealt an uppercut, and then a right, followed by a kick to the abdomen, and finally a spinning kick that finally threw her off her feet.
"What's the matter? Can't keep up?" He said in a dark broad voice.
Archiva stood up and outstretched her hands again, summoning another golden spear, this time it had sparks of electricity flying around it. "I shall not be insulted by the likes of you."
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"Is there a decision you are hoping you could make by staring at that sword?"
Blutox who had been staring at his sword that was plunged into the ground snapped out of his thought and turned to the speaker. He furrowed upon seeing Trippier, an unfamiliar person.
"Who are you?"
"Oh, I'm Trippier Djibril, a friend of Grevla and Eryth," he stated. "May I?" He gestured at the empty seat next to the War Kanrei.
Blutox nodded, allowing him to sit.
"You know, for years I have travelled all around the realms, and I don't think I have met any group that is as sad as the people of this village," he stated.
"Well, unlike any other village, we've lost a lot to Hex and despite our preparation, we can't get the upper hand whenever we encounter Hex or his minions."
Trippier turned his head to look at Blutox. "By preparation, do you mean getting that sword? The Utagri Al?"
"How'd you know?"
Trippier chuckled. "It's a pretty distinguishable piece… plus I read a lot of books: the power and invincibility to other weapons it grants its possessor, the damage it causes to those struck down by it, I did a lot of research and readings on that sword," revealed.
"… Just out of curiosity."
Trippier held his hand behind his head and sighed. "Beating yourself up won't help you defeat Hex."
The blue-skinned man scoffed. "What can I do? I'm basically useless now. With my fighting arm gone, I can't wield my weapon anymore."
Trippier stayed quiet for a while before speaking. "There's a way you could still be on the front line of this war."
"And what is it?"
Trippier reached for his pocket and took out a diamond-shaped stone. "Telluria's stone, have you ever heard of it?" He narrowed his eyes at the blue-skinned man.
Blutox shook his head no.
"This stone stores Chaos energy which can be used for things like regeneration," he revealed.
"I've never heard of it before."
Trippier smiled. "It's an Ancient artefact, like your sword," he said. "With a proper ritual, I could channel the energy and you could get your arm back."
The War Kanrie wasted no time making up his mind. "Do it."
Trippier slipped the rock back into his pocket. "I know you want this, but it'll be better to do this at night and out in the forest away from the people, the Chaos energy could draw other Chaos creatures."
"Okay then, we'll do it tonight."
The light brown-haired man stood up on his feet. "Alright, I'll see you tonight," he said before walking away.
Meanwhile, Arya, Danila, and Syrie prepared to depart on their quest to find Eryth. "Shouldn't we tell Monk Zumma about this? I don't want the old man to worry himself or think the foreigners kidnapped his student," Arya said with a sarcastic smile.
Danila laughed softly. "I already told him about it, so don't worry."
"We should go now, if he gets farther away from the desert, the dreams would be less vivid."
They all agreed and started out of the village.
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Eryth zipped forward, throwing a left punch that the Divine Registrar easily dodged. She manoeuvred her way behind the dark brown-haired man and planted a cut on his back with her spear. She then spun the weapon by her side before slapping Eryth in the belly with it, sending him flying back to the ground.
Archiva gave Eryth no time to recover as he launched herself into the air, raising her weapon over her head, and aiming the sharp pointed part at Eryth. The latter barely managed to dodge but got thrown back by a strong wind from the impact.
She pulled the spear out and relentlessly started towards Eryth. She quickly closed the distance between them, hurling her weapon at the Dark Mage with smooth, swift, and constant attacks, coupled with a few periodic punches with her left arm, forcing Eryth to only block.
Eryth dodged an onslaught that almost got his head flying. He quickly jumped back to survey the scene while also catching his breath.
The Divine Registra exhaled softly and stomped the spear on the ground. "There is no place for Devils in this Realm… I'll be sending you back to the Hecahiyk where you belong."
She stomped the spear again but this time, a white energy emerged from the ground and engulfed the two in a dome, causing Eryth's expression to turn pale and filled with panic.
"In the name of Ruhe, I cast thee back into the endless void of Hecahiyk."
Archiva appeared in front of Eryth and lunged the spear at him to finish him off.
The spear suddenly stopped right before it plunged Eryth's chest.
"What the…" she tried to push the spear in but it didn't budge. The dome around them disappeared and their surroundings turned dark. Lightning and thunderstorms clapped the dark sky, creating constant rumbles on the ground. Large rocks and volcano-erupting mountains surround the area adding to the already hot atmosphere.
The divine Archiva's eyes moved above Eryth's head finally noticing the terrifying being that floats in the air--- Pale blue skin, red hair, red iris, and four horns.
"Rapulnu," Archiva mumbled. The said name's eyes were dark and filled with rage. She flapped her large batlike wings before descending in front of Archiva, staring her dead in the eyes.
"An attack on my vessel is an attack on me."
The silver-white-haired woman let go of her spear and inched backwards. "You knew this is my territory, but you proceeded anyways, talk about utter disrespect."
Archiva's eyes turned from fierce and fearless to horror and fright. "Mercy… Mercy," she repeated as her mind traced back to the ominous energy she felt upon her encounter with Eryth.
"I should kill you right now, but you'll be of better use as a messenger." She inched closer.
"For aeons, I have stayed out of your god's business, running and hiding from them... but no more. Inform your deities that I have exhausted my patience and tolerance. The scars of the Chthonic Reckoning still sear my mind. I, alongside every resilient soul in the realm of Hecahiyk, will exact vengeance again. This time, we will unleash Chaos itself, and the very fabric of existence will tremble."
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