The fight between Earth's Magus and Kronos created multiple spirit energy blasts that tore through the fabric of space, cascading in luminescent waves. Each blast, while majestic in appearance, had an intense impact, particularly on Ery. As he engaged in his high-stakes duel with the Ti Magus, these blasts reverberated in his mind, amplifying the strain and testing his focus.
When Ery opted for a full-frontal lee strategy, he hoped to land decisive blows to turn the tide in his favor. But, despite his best efforts and powerful strikes, the damage he inflicted seed almost negligible. The Ti Magus was not just protected by his formidable ti spells, which had an uncanny ability to anticipate and neutralize Ery's moves, but he also exuded battle power that paralleled, if not surpassed, Ery's own.
Kronos, the Ti Magus, clearly read the frustration and determination mixed in Ery's eyes. Drawing on this, he taunted, his voice dripping with malice, "Please don't let my man, disturb our friend, it will be easier to just accept that your friends are dead already"
As soon as Kronos said the word a srizing luminance emanated from his palm. From this radiant light, Kronos summoned his primary weapon. It was an awe-inspiring scythe, towering and imposing, gleaming with intricate golden designs. The craftsmanship was divine, indicating its godly origins. The aura it radiated was so potent and unique that it left Ery montarily spellbound.
eting Ery's wide-eyed gaze, Kronos's voice dropped to a chilling whisper, "To end your existence with this very weapon, it's almost poetic, don't you think?" His eyes, reflecting the golden glint of the scythe, held a wicked smile as he added, "Prepare, for you shall fall by its blade, as your ancestors did!"
In the brief mont Kronos reveled in his proclamation, Ery summoned his strategic prowess. Channeling his energy, he activated the [Void Mist] spell. The surroundings were imdiately consud by an inky, nebulous mist. When it cleared, there weren't one, but five Erys, each poised and ready, their images echoing through the battlefield. These doppelgängers, perfect in their replication, surged forward in unison.
Kronos, unflinching, reacted with remarkable speed. With a flourish, he swung his mighty scythe, releasing a cascade of radiant light energy. One by one, the clones dissipated into the ether from whence they ca, their existences snuffed out. As the last one vanished, the real Ery lunged, his blade claw – a manifestation of his inner power – gleaming dangerously.
The mont their weapons t, a cataclysmic explosion erupted, its shockwave sending both adversaries hurtling backward, trails of cosmic dust in their wake.
Regaining his balance almost instantly, Ery employed his [Blink] ability, closing the distance between him and Kronos in the blink of an eye. He unleashed a relentless flurry of strikes, each more ferocious than the last. But Kronos was prepared. He twirled his scythe masterfully, each spin deflecting Ery's blows with an elegance that belied the power behind them.
It was during this rapid exchange that Ery noticed sothing – the scythe wasn't just being spun; it was inscribed with intricate runes of ti magic. Each rotation was a temporal incantation, a dance with ti itself. Recognizing the imminent danger, Ery, with his keen instincts, rapidly backtracked, putting so distance between himself and the grand magus.
Kronos halted, a gleam of genuine admiration in his eyes. "Remarkable," he mused aloud. "Had our pasts not been so intertwined with enmity, you could have made a magnificent ally, with your power, you could stand side by side with us as gods"
Ery, panting slightly, had a retort dancing on the tip of his tongue, but he held back. The previous exchanges had not been without cost. He could feel a throbbing pain within, a reminder that he had sustained internal injuries. He would need a few precious seconds to gather himself and recalibrate his strategy.
The battlefield seed almost still to Ery as he rapidly cycled through potential strategies in his mind. He considered his potent arsenal of abilities, but each seed inadequate against a foe of Kronos' stature. Using poison, for instance, would likely be futile against a magus who so deftly wielded light energy. His ability to devour, while devastating, required proximity and an inflicted wound on the target, sothing difficult with Krono's astonishing defense.
His battles with other formidable grand magus flashed in his mind. The duel with Zenonia ca to the fore, where he had relied heavily on the assistance of a supre magus soul. And then there was that fateful confrontation with the dark elf grand magus, where Ery had unpredictably transford into a mysterious primal form. The sheer raw power he wielded in that state was unparalleled. Could that be the key now? A pang of frustration coursed through him as he recalled that his primal core, the source of that imnse power, was still fractured. Worse still, he hadn't yet mastered the ability to invoke that primal form at will.
Lost deep in these contemplations, a sudden piercing scream violently yanked Ery back to the present. It was Morgana's voice, echoing with pain and desperation. Glancing to the side, he realized that the battle against Poseidon was taking a severe toll on his allies.
Kronos, ever observant, noticed Ery's montary distraction. A hint of disappointnt clouded his face as he comnted, "Your mind strays from our duel. Perhaps I should deal with your comrades first to reclaim your undivided attention."
To Ery's horror, with a re subtle gesture from Kronos, Ares, the muscular god of war, imdiately snapped to attention. The formidable deity stepped forward, his intent clear: to end the battle in Kronos' favor. Ery's heart raced as he realized the imminent threat his friends now faced.
The odds were overwhelmingly stacked against them. The combined might of two full moon magus was unparalleled, and Ery's comrades stood little chance of withstanding their devastating power. The weight of responsibility pressed heavily on Ery's shoulders; he knew he had to intervene swiftly or witness the tragic downfall of his companions.
With a surge of adrenaline, Ery propelled himself forward, aiming to aid his beleaguered friend. But as he did so, Kronos unleashed his masterful manipulation of ti, entrapping Ery within a temporal warp. The sensation was disorienting, akin to being subrged in a thick, invisible mire. Even Ery's adept gravity spell, which he'd employed to escape similar situations in the past, struggled to free him from Kronos' ensnarent.
Trapped in this slowed reality, Ery's horror intensified as he was forced to watch, almost fra by fra, the unfolding tragedy.
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Author Note:
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