"That damned spell once again." Leona growled as she heard Fate speak of what allowed him to evade all of their attempts to kill him.
[Host, It seems he's using something similar to the prison; his life and death are connected to his army.] Zero suddenly appeared next to Draco as she explained her analysis.
"What does that mean?" Draco asked. Although he got the idea, Zero needed to explain the differences between the two.
[While you have to just cut the connection between the Filthy in his case, you have to not only kill, but completely disintegrate every atom of his army, Otherwise, he can just revive himself, like he did now.]
"So that's how his [Unfated] works, huh? What an amazing spell." Draco put his hand on his chin, gaining the attention of the other two.
"What's up?" Alexander asked.
"Change of plans. We're dealing with his army first, this guy will never die as long as they're alive." Draco announced this, surprising both his teammates and Fate.
"Well, well, isn't that quite annoying." Fate's voice expressed worry and annoyance for once, if they did what they planned on doing, then his chances of coming out alive would plummet to zero.
"Don't worry, you won't have a chance to defend yourself." Draco added, addressing Fate.
Before Fate could understand what Draco meant, reality started to break down.
"[Sinful Chaos: Original Overseer of Chaos!]
Space fragmented, time stalled, and everybody close shivered in fear, including Draco's army, which was more than halfway done with their mission.
"This will make sure not even a single speck of your army remains." Draco spoke, his voice as calm as a lake.
The familiar eye of chaos that guaranteed victory for its owner returned stronger than ever.
It's form was laced with a multiverse of colors, its eyes shining brightly silver with its pupils holding a world inside of them.
"Never question a celestial's methods; the way they see the world is different." The commander answered, shutting down every thought the elders had.
The deer elder looked at Draco's back, which never looked so wide and powerful, with a smile on his face.
"I guess it's do or die now, huh, Draco Valenstein?" Fate's golden eyes shone brightly as the cloud coat danced with his hair. The scene between Draco spinning his blades around and Fate in the sky was majestic as both of their auras exploded outwards, for a final battle.
"You're wrong, Fate; it's only die or die!" Draco replied, his evil smile resurfacing after years.
"Haha, we'll see. [Betrayed by Fate, Favored by Hate]!" Fate's golden aura was replaced by a gloomy, dark aura, competing against Draco's abyssal one.
"How?" The commander, who had been calm for as long as he could remember, shouted in astonishment and confusion.
How can a celestial, chastised by an authority, use another one?
"Never question a celestial's methods; the way we see the world is different." Fate's voice reverberated, making the commander swallow his own words.
"I see you resorted to hate, huh?" Draco, who was playing with the blades, looked at the change in aura and chuckled.
*Slash* *BOOOOOM*
Pinning the blades to the ground, Draco cracked his neck and looked up once again.
"Envy, Wrath, Pride, Gluttony, Sloth, Lust, and Greed. Did you hear Hate amongst these? No. Let me tell you why." Draco spoke, his eyes fixed on the hands forming on the cloud—not one, not tens, not hundreds, but millions.
"It's because it's inferior."
The Realm vibrated, the Filthy cried, the Portalians screamed, and Draco spelled.
[Sinful Conquest]
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