|¬Why are YOU here, Prisma?!¬|
Those were the second words that Conroe, the Sun Celestial who was supposed to have succumbed to the Infernal Devil King's curse uttered; a question that Evan did not have the answer for.
Prisma.
This was the second ti an FCD was calling Evan by this na.
The first was Belphont, and now Conroe was doing the sa.
And Evan was sure whatever reason they had, it was definitely because of his Unique Skill; sarthim, the Prismatic Inferno.
|¬What are you talking about, Conroe? Prisma is dead! ¬|
Faulin questioned his son and hearing his father's words, Conroe raised a brow.
|¬Dead? If he's dead then tell , father, who am I looking at?
Put a mask on his face and he'd look exactly the sa as he did that day we first t him in the Infernal Dinsion, right before we had the disagreent with the 'Cultivator Lords' of Denerth Pri!
He's the boy who was with "Lucifer's Descendant" and "Demon King Westley"! ¬|
|¬?!¬|
Demon King Westley was a na Faulin never expected to hear at this ti.
Bearing the moniker of 'Demon King of the Void', that man was the most powerful Demon King the Universe had ever seen!
Till the day he returned to 'the Beyond', no one, not even the Five Race Emperors could defeat him.
"Lucifer's Descendant" was another scary figure that Faulin didn't even want to think about. And hearing Conroe say Evan was associated with both of them left him in a whirlpool of confusion.
Suddenly, he rembered what Belphont had been trying to tell him when Seraphael's sudden death interrupted them.
That they had 'Recognition Inhibition' cast on them.
'Belphont and Conroe said the sa thing…why would they se-!'
Faulin didn't even need to think too much to figure out the one similarity between the two Celestials.
'They've both been affected by the powers of Deities in recent tis!'
Belphont had been hit by a wave of Kayla's power when her seal broke, and only after that did he start seeing sarthim for what it really was.
As for Conroe, Faulin knew just how he had co into contact with a Deity's power.
I an, there was only one logical explanation as to why Conroe who was supposed to have been killed by the Curse of the Absolute Death Authority—sothing that was inviolable only by another Ultimate Skill—was now standing before him, completely fine.
At the sa ti, Roselia, Leviah and Nadarus were shocked shitless when they heard Conroe's words.
Well, at least, Leviah and Nadarus were. As for Roselia—
"I fucking knew it!"
—the demoness cursed under her breath, drawing her siblings' attention towards her.
"I knew sothing was off ever since I saw those flas."
There was no way that the three Gozonian natives did not know who Demon King Westley and Lucifer's Descendant were.
And when those two existences were ntioned in Gozonian history, there was always a third ntioned alongside them.
Three of them were responsible for the destruction of one of the Oldest First-Generation Pri Worlds in the Galaxy.
Demon King Westley, Lucifer's Descendant…and the 'Masked Rogue Hero' of Aramis Pri!
The sa Rogue Hero that Mortis had mistaken Evan for in Zlunard.
This was tossing another title into the already confusing mix. Just which one was true? IF any of them were true in the first place.
"Sister…if what he's saying is correct, then Evan is the one in our History Books?"
Nadarus couldn't believe what he was saying. How could Evan who was over 1000 years younger than they were appear in their History Books, from events that happened over 9000 years ago?
Things didn't add up in any way, shape or form.
However, now wasn't the ti to think about how to make them add up, as the longer they spent, the more Faulin's power returned!
Energy surged from the magic circle under Faulin's feet, and a pillar of light was released into the sky.
Seeing this, Evan cursed under his breath as he knew the significance.
The 2.5 million souls had all been converted into pure energy; The Harvest Festival was complete!
Now, it was ti for Faulin to begin absorbing all that power, and it wasn't sothing that was going to take long at all.
'10 minutes at most.'
Considering how much power was being absorbed, that was a ridiculously short amount of ti. But like Evan said last week—
—The ans that involve people dying and souls being absorbed tend to be the faster ans to achieve things.
Evan had his questions. He had things he wanted to understand.
'However, I'd fish out all my answers later. For now, I have to get Faulin out of that magic circle!'
Faulin could not leave the range of the sphere of light covering the magic circle, or it'd cancel the ritual. Nor could he use too much of his energy while he was within it.
This was why he had not moved ever since and had only attacked when Evan got close.
Now that they had reached the final stage of their plan, Conroe was sure to keep off anyone who wanted to interfere.
Appraising Conroe to know his current power level, Evan found only rows of 'Undefined'. Neither his level nor his stats or magic tiers were defined, making judging his power a hassle.
All Evan had to go by were his senses and those senses were screaming 'Danger! Danger!'
Prompted by this, Evan raised his sword and muttered.
"Limit Break."
Magic power burst forth from him, the surge of energy snapping the shocked crowd back to reality. But Evan wasn't done yet.
"Limit Break Derivative: Overload."
**CRACK!
The magic stone on the Energem Reclair cracked instantly, but Evan swiftly swapped it out before kicking off the ground and charging toward Conroe.
Conroe didn't bother asking any questions again, instead, he held out his hand and activated the ability that earned him the title 'Sun Celestial.'
|¬The Sun. ¬|
A blinding light filled everyone's vision as a giant, searing ball of plasma manifested above Conroe's palm. Without hesitation, he charged at Evan, thrusting his hand forward with the blazing attack that Evan t with a Unique Skill combo strike.
"Prismatic Vortex!"
Conroe's searing plasma collided with Evan's Prismatic Vortex, creating a maelstrom of energy that tore through the still-damaged fabric of space even more. The ground trembled, and shockwaves rippled outward, shattering nearby structures.
Amid the chaos, the very air seed to ignite, turning the battlefield into a blinding inferno. For a mont, it seed like the entire world had been swallowed by the sun.
But amidst the overwhelming light and heat, two figures erged.
Evan and Conroe shot out into the air as streaks of bright yellow and crimson gold lights. In an instant, they flashed from one end of Kreah's sky to another and back, exchanging blows every second of the way.
Conroe was fighting to stall as long as possible, while Evan had less than 10 minutes to defeat the Sun Celestial.
What's more, the early morning sun was beginning to shine brightly, and Conroe seed to get stronger the more sunlight touched his body.
Legion Celestial Fluviel had summoned more CelSols from heaven knows where and this new wave was pushing Evan's companions on the ground back.
|¬Solar Flare! ¬|
"sarthim: Inferno Cot!"
**KAABOOOMM!!!!
The sky erupted as Conroe's blinding Solar Flare clashed with Evan's scorching Inferno Cot. High-energy beams and searing flas collided, sending shockwaves through the air. The sheer force of the impact created a blinding light, and the battlefield below trembled as if the heavens themselves were at war.
|¬Morning Star! ¬|
'Dragon Breath!'
Evan responded with a roar, unleashing the Dragon Breath of prismatic flas and destruction essence. The colossal ball of solar energy t the dragon's fiery breath in a cataclysmic explosion, scattering shards of light and fire across the sky.
Conroe's frown deepened as he condensed solar energy into twin blades, each one radiating intense heat. Evan, in turn, infused his sword with prismatic flas, conjuring his Elental Destruction Fusion.
They charged at each other, and their clash was nothing short of brutal.
In mid-air, their blades t with blinding speed and ferocious intensity, sending sparks and flas in all directions.
Evan's blade slashed across Conroe's chest, sending a spray of blood into the air, but Conroe retaliated with a swift stab that pierced Evan's side.
They twisted and turned in the air before attacking once more, countering themselves with equal power. Blood rained down from the sky as their bodies were punctured and cut, yet neither gave an inch as Evan's flas roared with every strike, while Conroe's solar blades seared the air with every swing.
Evan lunged at Conroe, kicking off nurous void steps and teleporting all around before driving his sword into the Celestial's body. However, the man who turned around at the last mont reversed his grip on his blade and stabbed it into Evan's back.
Their faces re inches apart, eyes locked in cold glares as blood poured from their wounds.
Suddenly, Evan's body glowed with green light and the blood pouring out of his wounds stopped. Seeing the injuries healing, Conroe frowned and Evan smirked, before detonating the flas in his sword.
But sensing the impending Danger, Conroe let go of his sword and kicked Evan away in an instant, avoiding an internal explosion of prismatic flas.
Evan flipped around in the air and landed his feet on a Void step, looking in Conroe's direction as he concluded his analysis.
'He's weaker.
I don't know what he did to survive, but although he's still much stronger than all the other FCDs (except Faulin & Brenda), he's weaker than he was supposed to be!'
This was Evan's evaluation after clashing with Conroe in the past…?
Evan looked at the system interface to confirm how many minutes had passed, and just then, he received a telepathic ssage.
[Evan, fight him however you can. Don't care about damage, I'd handle it so kill that guy fast.
Faulin's power is on the level of a Sovereign already!]
'?!'
Eliza spoke into his mind via the telepathic link Laurene created between all of them and for a mont, Evan glanced down to see how things were going on the ground.
However, that was a big mistake as sothing bright yellow flashed in his vision and Conroe's solar blade sliced through half of his left wing in the next second.
Evan gritted his teeth against the searing pain, turning his full attention back to the celestial and teleported behind him, the Unforged Vale slashing open a deep wound across the Conroe's back.
Just then, a beam of green light shot up from the ground, hitting Evan and regenerating his severed wing.
Simultaneously, sunlight peeked through the clouds and bathed Conroe, who absorbed it, his wounds knitting themselves back together.
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