The impossible made possible right in front of his very eyes, An undeniable truth shattered in front of his very figure, throwing him away, A wave of power unlike any other resonated from the mass of flesh.
"Impossible..."
A body enhanced with aura, A body made unbreakable by the might of life, regenerating as Victor clearly heard it. The atmosphere itself being ripped apart.
The wriggling flesh ca back, muscle and bone began to gave shape to it's body as Victor noticed a chilling cold descend from above, followed by the sound of air being split in half.
The screech of doom, He looked up, finding not one, not two, but ten teors made entirely of ice, covered in blue fire descend upon his world.
"... Magic?"
He couldn't believe it, because it was sothing that couldn't be believed. From the very beginning.
He turned to look down, at the body that had regained shape in an instant, looking at him from the distance. It's piercing blue eyes gazed deep into his soul, sending a shiver down his spine.
The thing looked at him, as frozen fire descended from above.
"... And Aura?"
A physical being enhanced by aura, equal to his own peak performance. A body like that of a God Beast, mighty, and unbreakable.
And the Magic of a Dragon, descending from above, encased in fiery doom. A perfect harmony of Magic and Aura. The power of a Dragon, and a God beast.
All in one organism, in one monster right in front of him.
"... That can't be."
He didn't believe it, he refused to believe it. Because it rely couldn't exist. The very law that many had tried to break. Thousands upon thousands of years of trying to make these two energies coexist.
The co-existence of Aura and Mana, a goal that many tried to make possible, but all their efforts were for naught. The goal of entire species, the co-existence of these two all powerful energies.
Was right in front of him.
He would know, because he himself was one of those experints. An attempt to make aura and mana co-exist in one body. The life goal of his mother, Almada, was what was in front of him.
What he was ant to be. But he had failed to even awaken aura...
"How...?"
But the thing did not speak, rely staring at him from afar, in calm silence. The calm before the storm, or rather rain of teors as they finally dropped on the world.
Burying him in bloody dirt, ash, frost, and blue fire. Each of them dug into his skin as the teors ravaged his world. He found himself looking up again, only to see a constant rain of frozen blue fire.
The hue of the world, ravaged beyond repair, turned a deep, deep purple. He felt his weight increase by several tons, and tons and tons of debris rose in the air, so of the fiery frozen masses of destruction stood still in the air, all joined together in a weave of purple.
The thing raised his hand, and mana listened to his every command, forming a thin, thin line of purple that rose to the skies. The line of purple turned thicker and thicker, as strands of mana conjoined with mind-blowing ease. A flawless control over each granule of mana.
And a strength provided by aura, to accomplish one objective. One singular objective.
Mana unlike any other spread throughout the entire world, and Victor followed the rope of mana that rose to the sky, and saw it grab each of the moons of his beloved world.
The moons of Balika, Ho of House Almada, each a special construct made by the hands of his very mother to protect the world.
The monster brought down all of them, with sheer brute strength.
******
Sabrina floated through the destruction, avoiding the cots, assisted by a small platform of mana. Alpha and Beta were with her, she had intended to find Alan alone, but decided to bring them to the end.
They knew this world better, and what was more, she couldn't leave them in the broken castle. She was thankful she took them with her, for that castle had long been buried in fire and otherworldly debris.
Buried underneath multiple teors, Whatever legacy was left on this planet was long gone, consud by frozen cots of blue fire. She may have brought Alpha and Beta to lead the way, but now... She knew exactly where to go.
The overbearing mana in the air, the electrifying thrill aura in the air, and the unstoppable rain of destruction. She had seen, or rather felt mana and aura of this level before, on Gigantia.
"... What is happening?"
Alpha muttered, her face a mix of horror and disbelief as she saw hell itself descend from above. Beta cowered like a scared child in the corner of the platform. Sabrina veered through the chaos, and found what she was looking for.
The center of it all, where Victor, the supposed traitor knelt on his knees, his body flawless, not one wound across all of it... but his face. And Alan standing over him, having lost an arm, countless wounds over all of his body, which slowly recuperated.
The cots of blue fire stopped, as the chaotic aura around Alan dissipated, the storm of mana that surrounded him ceased to exist, as his eyes regained their normal color.
"..."
He fell to his knees, sa as Victor, and began to fall to the ground, but before he could fall, a wave of darkness rose from beside him, cushioning his fall.
Whatever had happened outside, whilst she was stuck in that strange space and undergoing a change had been so catastrophic, Alan had entered the state he called 'Enlightennt'... and had exhausted all of his reserves to fight.
Sabrina didn't feel it, the vast ocean of mana that Alan held and the amount of aura in his body was gone. Alan had used everything he had, and the man he used it on was still there.
Although a shadow of his forr self, Victor was weak. Sabrina didn't really who he was, but was cautious nonetheless. He was the one who had forced Alan to go all, all out. But Alan had fallen unconscious, truly. But that man was still here, kneeling.
His hands dug into the ground, as if he was trying to cling onto it, and he looked listless. He was murmuring sothing.
"It's not just aura and mana..."
Again and again that man repeated that sentence, until Sabrina approached close. Alpha stood in front of her, shielding her from the man, who slowly stood up.
The man locked eyes with her, and blood leaked out of his mouth.
"Ah, Alpha, my dear sister... and my brother, Beta."
A number of magic circles appeared all around her, attack spells for the man, but Sabrina stopped her.
"My lady, you must escape."
"Quiet."
She had co to know that these two listened to whatever she said, and never questioned it. So she used it to her advantage for this mont. The countless circles of magic disappeared, and Sabrina locked eyes with the vampire known as Victor.
He didn't make any moves, rely gazed into her eyes.
"My, you're the spitting image of her."
He faltered for a mont, as if it was about to fall to his death, but he persisted.
She could see Alpha was nervous, and Beta was as well. The man had barely recovered but was ready to fight, to jump in when needed.
"Who are you?"
She asked, but he didn't respond. His eyes flickered in and out of existence as he said.
"...I don't know?"
Alpha raised her brows, and Beta appeared confused.
"I just know... I need to kill you."
He slowly approached her, shaky steps and an outstretched hand.
"Kilavi."
Sabrina began to mutter, as a hint of rage could be found inside of her eyes.
"I need... to win. But why?"
"Alapor."
"Why do I need to kill you...? What am I?"
The man approached, as it seed like he was losing himself with every second, with every step. Alpha and Beta watched in stunned silence.
"Co... here.... Who are you...?"
A white fog started to appear around Sabrina, extending towards the man.
"Frigadil, Frigadier."
The white fog increased in intensity, becoming sothing otherworldly, A spell that took so long to use, and even using it was a chore was coming to life. Sothing she had saved as a trump card... Sothing she would have liked to use against whatever she had t in there.
But she couldn't use it there, and that fact enraged her to no end.
"Azmakul."
But sothing that caused her anger to reach even newer levels was that even now, she was useless, even now.
"Ahhhh... Ahhhh..."
She didn't do anything, but the man tried to scream as his eyes lost color, the fog had not even touched him, but he fell to the ground.
Attempting to let out a scream, attempting to cry, attempting to save himself. But everything failed, as a soulless husk dropped to the ground.
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