Chapter 993: The Survivor III

Chapter 993: The Survivor III

A ninth-tier mage was powerfulnearly untouchable in a conventional sense. However, as lightning surged through Leons body, he only had to turn his body slightly for his opponents strike to miss. With his magic senses, not as constrained when out of the polluted air outside the tunnels, he could sense exactly how much the bald man was packing into the beams of light he was punching at Leon, where they were going, and how he needed to move to avoid them.

The bald man, however, was undeterred, and continued charging forward, punching the air fifty times in a second and sending two hundred and fifty beams of light lancing toward Leon.

Despite the volume of incoming beams, Leon had no trouble continuing to dodge, though he didnt retaliate. A look of grim determination set in across his features as he prepared to do what he felt he had to. He didnt want to kill this man, which only made his job all the harder.

Finally, his opponent drew to within ten feet of Leon, and Leon sensed a massive buildup of power within him. He felt like the beams of light, despite each one being powerful enough to pierce through the door behind Leonthe sheer number sent his way eviscerating the door and filling the room with dust in the processwere only meant to suppress him long enough for this man to get in close for something more powerful.

Leon didnt wait around to see what this buildup of power was meant to serve; he finally went on the attack and darted forward with all the speed his chosen primary element was famous for. In the blink of an eye, Leon appeared in front of his opponent, thunder resounding in his wake so loudly that the chamber was further shaken, and slammed his gauntleted fist into the unarmored chest of the bald man.

The man went flying backward, coughing up blood as his magic went haywire. Light poured from his eyes and mouth as he slammed into the wall behind him, sending cracks spiderwebbing through many of the phrases carved into it.

Leon leaped forward, intending to seize this moment, but the man rose just in time to roar in fury and conjure a shield of light to protect himself. Leons lightning-enhanced blow shattered the shield in one hit, but none of the force reached the man behind it. At nearly the same time, the man punched forward, sending a wave of what looked like white fire crashing into Leons chest.

Leons armor did its job, preventing him from feeling even the slightest bit toastyassuming that strange fire was even supposed to be hotand wasnt even so much as scratched. However, Leon was thrown several dozen feet back, and the orange-skinned man sped after him, his killing intent soaring.

[Youre going to have to kill this fucker!] Xaphan called out as Leon dodged blow after blow, looking for another window to attack his foe without doing severe damage.

[No,] Leon calmly responded as the man swiped at his neck, his fingers elongated into massive talon-like appendages made of white light. Leon ducked beneath the strike, tensed his legs just long enough for a couple bolts of silver-blue lightning to arc between his hips and ankles, and then launched himself at his opponent.

He slammed into the mans midsection and wrapped his arms around him. He and the man went tumbling, the man conjuring motes of light in the air to strike Leon in the back the entire time. Leons armor continued absorbing the blows, though Leon was feeling these hits more, each one fiercely rattling his ribs.

But he was able to hang on with relative ease and continued grappling with the other man on the ground.

With his armor and superior strength, Leon had the advantage, but the man was able to move a little more freely with his lack of armor. He was able to slip one hand out of Leons grasp, conjure a dagger made of light, and try to slam it into Leons bare head, but Leon summoned his power in turn and paralyzed the mans hand with a few bolts of lightning that erupted out of his neck.

The man screamed in pain, anger, and frustration as Leon regained control of his free hand and held him down. Then, with him largely controlled, Leon sent waves of lightning surging into his opponents body. The man resisted admirably, his light magic doing better than Leon expected in fending off his power and keeping any damage to a minimum. Even the motes of light ceased to fall upon Leon as the man lost control of his body and power from the pressure Leon put him under.

Eventually, though, the mans muscles seized, and Leon had the small window of time he needed. So, with the bald man beneath him and under his power, he conjured the Rumble Stone again, still charged with his language. He then pressed the blue gem to the mans forehead and focused his power through it and into the struggling man.

The bald mans mental defenses were strong; superior to Leons in technique, though thanks to the Thunderbirds lightning, Leon still considered his stronger on the whole. Eventually, though, Leon was able to pierce the bubble of power surrounding the mans mind and force an understanding of his language into the mans mind. Leon didnt want to do this, to cause this man so much pain and discomfort, but he felt he had to; he believed their conflict could be resolved if only they could speak with each other.

The man screamed in pain for a moment, then went slack. Breathing hard from the brief physical and magical exertion, as well as the effort it took to overcome his instinct to not force this on the other man, Leon slowly released the man from his grasp. He pulled his magic back little by little as he assessed the mans condition, ensuring it wasnt some kind of trick.

Eventually, Leon leaned back entirely and then stood up, fully releasing the other man from his physical control. He took a moment to evaluate the damage done in their brief clashthe ground was torn to pieces, with lightning burns, small craters, and long furrows from the mans light beams everywhere. The large relief with hundreds of seemingly haphazard carvings had been severely damaged, while the door Leon had entered through had been almost completely blasted into dust, which filled the air and was only now starting to settle.

Fortunately, aside from the reliefs, the chamber they were in was empty, so unless the man placed great importance on stone and dust, then it didnt seem anything of value was lost.

Then again, Leon thought, if this place is religious or cultural in nature, he could be pretty damn angry its been so cut up.

The man groaned as Leon finished his quick inspection.

As Mandious, Lord of All in Heaven, commands, I will allow you to make your defense. All are bestowed such chances by those of righteous belief, even if they do not deserve such courtesies. He paused and gave Leon a scornful look. Even if they use devilish magic, and commune with monsters from the Deep Black.

Xaphan cackled in amusement, but Leon merely frowned.

Im unfamiliar with those terms, but I assure you, I use no such devilish magic.

The bald man made the dismissive gesture again. You add to my homes woes! Begone with you! He spoke like he was sending away an unruly servant, and Leon clenched his jaw to not immediately bite the mans head off in response. Using the silver twig to return to Aeterna and leave the people of Arkhnavi to their destruction was sounding more and more attractive as an option, but Leon wasnt going to doom any potential survivors on this plane to death simply for the rudeness and arrogance of one man.

In as measured a tone as he could manage, Leon explained, I am a scout, a messenger from another plane in the Divine Graveyardwhat my people call this planar cluster. Were we still outside and could see the night sky, I could point my home out to you. Circumstances have dictated that I come here to assess the situation and report back to the rest of the Grave Wardens who monitor these planes. If the Primal Devils imprisoned here escape, assuming theyre even still alive, then all of existence will be in danger. But the Grave Warden here has been missing for a long time, and the proper response must be decided upon.

He wasnt sure how much the bald man would understand since he was skipping over so much explanation, but he hoped the man would at least be intrigued enough to stand down and hear out a longer explanation.

The Devils ways twist the ear and befuddle the mind, the bald man said as if quoting something. He made an arcane gesture and said, May Wise Farangeun shield my mind from wicked lies.

I speak no lies, wicked or otherwise, Leon said. Im not here to harm anyone. Im only here to assess the situation on Arkhnavi. He paused and softened his tone as much as he could, though it wasnt that much. Id like to have your help, if possible. Can you at least tell me your name? My parents graced me with the name Leon.

Leon was tempted to back off a bit in a show of peace, but given the bald mans languages heavy emphasis on social standing, he didnt want to discredit himself by appearing too servile.

The bald man glared at him for a long moment, clearly pondering his question, before simply saying, You may call me Tiraeses.

Tiraeses. In his convoluted language, it could mean empty, void, or no one, depending on context. Whatever the case, Leon knew it wasnt his real name, but he didnt care overmuch.

Tiraeses it is, he responded. Will you allow me to advocate for my position? As your god? As Mandious commands?

Mandious, Lord of All in Heaven, Tiraeses said exasperatedly. You have already broken this holy place, do not further insult Those Above by forgoing their blessed titles.

Leon glanced around at the trashed chamber. He wanted to push back against the notion of his destroying it, but he supposed it was technically true, even if he figured more damage was done by Tiraeses light than his lightning. For some reason, he doubted Tiraeses would be all that appreciative of his pointing that out

Speak for yourself, then, Tiraeses commanded. Tell me who you are, where you come from, and where youre going.

Leon smiled. Thats a long story, but if youre willing to listen, then Ill begin

He stood there in the dust and broken stones of the chamber, calmly telling Tiraeses about where he came from, of Aeterna and the people there, and some of the major events of his life. He emphasized a few things when explaining his personal history: the moon stone that Nestor was studying below the Forest of Black and White, which poisoned him and killed his physical body; he gave a brief accounting of the campaign on the Serpentine Isles, focusing on Jormun and the brief appearance of Krithis; and Leon explained who Ambrose was and the purpose of Aeterna, Arkhnavi, and the rest of the Divine Graveyard. Finally, he gave Tiraeses a more complete explanation of his purpose in coming to Arkhnavi, how hed arrived, and finished by telling the man about the other ten mages whod been sent before him.

As Leon spoke, Tiraeses slowly relaxed, and when Leon finished, they were both sitting upon roughly hewn stone stools that Tiraeses conjured from his soul realm. The mans aura was much more restrained than before Leon began his explanation, and his killing intent was all but gone.

Such a story, Tiraeses whispered after a long silent moment that fell after Leon finished his explanation. Primal Gods and Devils They sound much like the devils of the Underworld, Those of Many Names

Tiraeses, Leon said, drawing the man out of whatever swampy thoughts he was about to submerge himself in, will you tell me about this plane? Will you tell me about yourself? Information is my purpose in being here, and Id wager you have a lot of it

Tiraeses gave him a long, suspicious look, but then said, A virtuous man has nothing to fear from speaking the truth Very well, Leon, I shall tell you of the ruin of my fair land