Jael stood up and began to approach the monster again and it immediately focused its attention on him like a laser beam. "Why don't you just leave if you don't like disturbance so much?"
"Be careful, Jael; the monster's skill is not something to sneezed at," Litha warned.
"Don't worry, I got it." He said.
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He began to walk closer, and he didn't show his aura; his green eyes just locked steadily on the monster. "I'm thinking of a sneak attack since it seems to be reacting to my unholy magic, maybe it can hurt it.....!!"
He suddenly sent his magic surging forward in a blast of green hand, but the monster was waiting just for that, and the seconds he began to use his power– it also unleashed its own.
The monster didn't use an area attack this time; no, it sent its gravity force like a big ball and hit him in the chest with it. Wham! Jael was sent jetted back like a flunged catapult and again, smashed into a tree.
It was more painful this time because his ankle got caught in it, and it reminded him of when his leg smacked the table back on Earth. Very painful experience.
His eyes blazed as he struggled to his feet, he rubbed his chest. "Just a bit more, and you'd have crushed my chest."
"Jael? Are you okay? Maybe you should stop for now." Litha called. She was breathing hard herself and was leaning against a tree, holding onto it for support.
"Now then," Jael said. The connection with the spirit felt oily as if he was touching on cold grease with his bare hands. He felt a lot of flashes from the monster as it look to fight him too, then the two of them went at it.
Jael sent a bolt of shock down the temporary connection, and the monster sent its own back. Jael jerked, and the monster jerked; suddenly, darkness rolled between them, and Jael suddenly found himself in a dark space.
"Where am I ?" Jael looked around the space. All that covered him was darkness, a thick, rolling one. But there are another source of light around, too. "Is..this me?"
Jael could see his whole body and not, as if he was looking from outside his body and he also saw himself from his eyes. He was sitting on a throne made of bones, and his whole body was made of flames– bright green solid fire.
A crown hovered above his head; it was shrouded in darkness, so he didn't know what it looked like or what it was made with. "What is this I'm wearing? Like some young lord in a Chinese face slapping novel."
In front of him were two goblins, the war chief and its subordinate, and beside him on the right side stood Hermit. His monster appeared in its true form and all Jael could do was stare.
Hermit was far taller than him, a mass of flesh with numerous maws on its body. Fangs flash and disappear, and it didn't keep one shape as it kept changing. From a two-legged walking monster to a single-legged one.
"Hermit?" He shuddered as it kept changing form, but one constant thing was that it kept its eyes on Jael whenever it changed. "So this is how you look."
Beneath them, the floor glowed as words written in green fire flared. "I'm in some kind of dark space that spread so far I can't even comprehend it. I'm sitting on a throne and surrounded by my monsters. And is this a page of Codex beneath me?"
"Is this some kind of mind space?"
"Wait," Jael suddenly sat up. "What brought me here? The Onus! That bastard! Where is it!" He stood up and there it was, glowing with silver light.