Chapter 122 - Unleash the Beast

At her words, Sunday had taken flight, running as fast as he could towards the area of the translucent flow of energy.

It was similar to what he had seen back at the deployment zone. And Bane had told him back then that the energy in the ring was something of spatial type, used to link worlds together. And so, seeing it here in it's raw form, he had quickly identified it.

It was like a waterfall, flowing from the sky down to the earth in one neatly stacked line. Colors of blue and grey and white ran through it consistently with each passing second. 

However with the booming sounds of the battle behind him, his conscience began to prick him.

Leaving Niniola to deal with that demon all by herself did not seem right to him.

He turned back and watched, insure of what to do. At the moment of his indecision, the green lights swarmed towards Niniola and then she began to stagger about.

He grimaced, biting his lower lip just as essence gushed out from her body as the light particles tore into her skin and out before finally slamming into her body.

And for the moment, he was dumfounded. Was this what Bane said he was sensing when he had told him earlier that what was coming was not what Niniola could handle?

'No, no... It can't be.' Sunday shook his head, sprinting towards the battle scene.

The chuckle of the demon sent cold chills through his legs as she watched as the tentacles at the back of it started drilling into the ground.

"No... Niniola." Sunday cried out, running as fast as he could in an attempt to reach over to the girl. He ran up a jutting rock, taking advantage of the slopey feature of it as a boost pad to propel himself into the air for some meters.

'Dont be stupid. there is nothing you can do. You either run to the bridge and complete your mission.' Bane said to him in mid flight.

"I can't leave her here. Not like this." Sunday retorted just as his body lowered down.

'Or, you complete the circle and summon me out.' Bane finished his words.

"Right!" Sunday nodded just as he rolled to the ground and to feet. "The Summon Circle." He added, closing his eyes to concentrate on the projected summoning Circle tht Bane had ill.u.s.trated to him.

"AAAAAAAYAYHHHHHHHHH!" Niniola's cry rippled into the air, the uneasiness in it shearing off his concentration.

Alarmed and with a gasp, his eyes popped open as he looked on to behold the horror and agony besetting Ninola. 

The demon tentacles that drilled into the ground earlier on, suddenly bursted out of the ground, meters away from the demon, throwing Niniola into the air. The tentacles that had come out of the ground earlier seemed to be arched back to Ninola, almost as if they lashed at her earlier.

The air rippled just as the tentacles reached for her and clasped round her, tying her up into a bundle. And in the next second, each tentacle twisted and then, jerked apart, each one ripping through her skin and her gown.

"AAHAHHHHH!" Niniola cried out again, her c.h.e.s.t heaving visibly. 

"Noooo..." Sunday cried, acting impulsively as he sprinted forward, watching as the tentacles caught her up, each one twisting around as it attempted to compress and rip her apart.

Within range now, tears dropped from his eyes at the sight of this. No matter how he wanted to be alone on this, he did not want to see Niniola suffer this way, at least not because of him. His mind plagued him with guilt as he leapt into the air for the tentacles.

"Ho.. ho... Me not let you come yet. Wait you turn!" The demon laughed maniacally as a large tentacle suddenly bursted out from the ground, slapping Sunday from his head to stomach down to the ground.

'Like I said, you cannot do anything. Now, complete the circle, Boy! Or we both die here.' Bane muttered, emphasizing on the summon circle.

Disappointed that he could do nothing and with an aching body that stung, especially at his c.h.e.s.t, Sunday nodded. Bane was right, all he could do was watch as Niniola screamed and yelled, her body compressing as the tentacles warped around it. With each passing second, it seemed that her body would burst into pieces and it angered him.

'Baaaanneee...' Sunday called out me tally as he rose to his knees, ignoring the pain in his body. 

He stretched out his palms into the air before him, his mind centered on the depiction of what Bane had shown him. He just needed to duplicate it nd then project Agbara into it.

His body muscles tensed up as he frowned, the strain of it making his arms vibrate. 

'Concentrate!' Bane's voice called to him.

"Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"" Niniola's yell burst through his mind and his shut eyes twitched.

'Ignore it. You can't help her if you cannot complete the circle.' Bane bared his fangs at him, mentally.

Bane was right. The Prickled Bane Winged Wolf was right and he knew this. But it pained him, each agonized scream of Niniola tearing through his mind like hot knife in butter.

Yet, unless he could complete the circle, nothing would happen and she would die before his eyes. In the sight of his helplessness, tears steamed down his face, running over the dirtied cheeks of his and linking down to form several drops underneath his jaws. 

His muscles arched, his body shivered and tears continued to drop. His teeth chattered just then as the two outer circles were completed and the depiction of Bane's imagery in it began to form.

"Just... One... More...." Sunday cried out, screaming out his pain.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...Su-Sunday... I- I tried. Niniola screamed again.

"No... no... no..." Sunday disagreed, shaking his head vehemently. "Don't do this to me. Please. Bane.... Commmmmmeeeeee Forth!" Sunday growled out a cocoon of energy enveloped him, briefly before gushing out to the circle.

And in the next moment, the air exploded into bits as an even larger form stood in it's place.

"Bane..." Sunday muttered, falling down to his fours. "Save Niniola!"

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