Legend of Immortal: Angeloids and Eviloids

Capítulo Siete

Sir Ayan's voice resonated throughout the arena as he assumed command, positioning Drew and Zyche in the center. The anticipation was palpable, etched on their faces; they were poised for a battle of epic proportions.

"Let the Fight begin!"

With synchronicity that bordered on the surreal, Drew and Zyche underwent their transformation, morphing into knight angeloids of formidable stature. Drew wielded a buckler and a gleaming curved sword, his armor reflecting the arena's ethereal light. Opposite him, Zyche gripped a double-bladed spear, its blade crackling with potential energy. It was a scene that promised a clash of titans, a contest of power and finesse.

The battle ignited, and the air became charged with electricity as the two angeloids surged toward each other. Drew's buckler, like a spinning discus, hurtled through the air, aimed to unbalance Zyche. But with a graceful flourish, Zyche executed an aerial pirouette, evading the projectile with ease.

Zyche retaliated by infusing his spear with radiant light and thrusting it at Drew with blinding speed. Drew's buckler reacted in kind, emanating a brilliant radiance as he met Zyche's weapon head-on. The clash was titanic, a crescendo of clashing powers that echoed across the arena. The result was astonishing – both their enchanted armaments shattered, unable to withstand the sheer force generated by their evenly matched abilities.

In a heartbeat, Drew reappeared before Zyche, determination etched across his features. However, Zyche was equally swift, his movements like a blur, preempting Drew's attack. A lightning-quick punch struck Drew's cheek, followed by a devastating knee to his abdomen. With a fluid motion, Zyche seized Drew's wrist and sent him hurtling through the void, his form disappearing into the unknown abyss. Drew fought to rise, but Zyche materialized before him, spear aimed unerringly at Drew's vulnerable neck.

"Okay, the fight is over!" Sir Ayan's words rang out, and both combatants reverted to their human forms. Zyche extended a hand to help Drew to his feet, and Drew accepted the gesture, rising with Zyche's assistance. The battle had taken its toll, and yet, it was merely the opening act of a larger drama.

The spotlight then shifted to the next combatants, Breathlease and Amala, who took their positions in the center of the arena.

Amala's hand became an inferno, flames dancing at her fingertips, as she transformed into a knight angeloid. On the other side, Breathlease adopted the form of a knight angeloid, armed with a whip that crackled with strands of lightning. The energy between them crackled, and the anticipation in the arena reached a fever pitch.

Breathlease, her grin filled with confidence, addressed Amala, "Prepare to lose!" she skillfully manipulated her whip, causing it to ignite and extend with a menacing hiss. With a flick of her wrist, she lashed out at Amala, but she was quick to respond. Amala conjured a fire shield, blocking Breathlease's attack effortlessly. Fire was her ally, and it shielded her from the wrath of Breathlease's electrified whip.

However, Breathlease had an ace up her sleeve. She whispered an incantation to the unseen forces around him, then pressed his hand against the arena's surface. A brilliant white dimensional portal emerged, giving birth to a massive silver armored scorpion, its exoskeleton gleaming menacingly. The creature's arrival was accompanied by a spine-chilling screech that echoed throughout the arena.

The scorpion lunged at Amala with its venomous tail, but she moved with the grace of a dancer, avoiding the lethal strikes. What Amala didn't realize, though, was that Breathlease had a plan. She used her electrified whip to ensnare Amala, its tendrils coiling around her, constricting her arms. She was immobilized, unable to defend herself against his next move.

Breathlease closed the distance between them rapidly, her whip pointed like a deadly weapon at Amala's throat. She was on the cusp of victory.

"Surrender?!" Sir Ayan's voice carried over the arena, a question directed at Amala.

Amala's fiery resolve shone in her eyes as she vehemently shook her head. Her eyes blazed with determination as she ignited herself in a blinding burst of flames, engulfing both herself and Breathlease. The fiery explosion unfolded in the blink of an eye, leaving the spectators in awe.

When the flames subsided, Breathlease lay on the ground, her body seemingly unable to move. Her whip, once a formidable weapon, now appeared too heavy to lift, rendering her incapacitated.

Amala approached the fallen Breathlease, her fiery hand transforming into a sword, its blade glinting with ethereal fire. She took careful aim, the sword hovering menacingly close to Breathlease's throat, poised to decide the outcome of their battle.

"Okay, the fight is over!" Sir Ayan's declaration broke the tension, and Amala extended a hand, helping Breathlease to her feet as they both reverted to their human forms. The arena had witnessed a display of power, strategy, and sheer determination, leaving the audience breathless with the raw emotion of the moment.

***

In the heart of the arena, Gahlia and Bliss stood poised for their clash. It was a moment that left me gripped by uncertainty, unable to predict the outcome, as the full extent of their powers remained an enigma. Just like Drew and Zyche before them, these two angeloids harbored hidden potentials that defied my comprehension.

"Let the battle begin!" Sir Ayan's command rang out, and the arena crackled with anticipation.

With swift transformations, Gahlia and Bliss assumed their angeloid forms. But it was Bliss who immediately caught my attention. He exuded an aura of latent power, an enigmatic strength that remained concealed beneath his reserved demeanor. Among our classmates, Bliss was the one who seldom spoke, adding an air of mystery to his already enigmatic presence.

Gahlia, on the other hand, brandished two fans made of gleaming metal, their edges sharp and foreboding. With no warning, she unleashed a fierce gale of wind, catching me completely off guard. Her sudden display of power was astonishing, yet Bliss remained composed, seemingly unruffled.

In response to Gahlia's tempestuous onslaught, Bliss channeled a power that defied description. It was an indiscernible force, a hidden energy source that pulsed within him. Suddenly, the sky darkened, and ominous storm clouds gathered above. Thunder rumbled like a warning, and jagged bolts of lightning sliced across the heavens, momentarily blinding us.

Then, as if a specter vanishing into the night, Bliss disappeared from our sight, concealed within the shroud of the tempest he had conjured. Gahlia, bewildered and wary, scanned the turbulent surroundings, her eyes searching for any trace of her elusive opponent.

But Bliss wasn't content with mere misdirection. From his hidden vantage point amid the ominous clouds, he conjured a relentless rain of arrows, each deadly shaft coated with a venomous poison. Gahlia caught unawares, looked up in horrified shock as the toxic projectiles descended upon her. With reflexes honed by combat instincts, she raised a protective windshield, a barrier of gale-force winds swirling around her. However, it was a precarious defense, as the poisoned arrows relentlessly pierced the winds, inching closer with each passing second.

With unyielding determination, Gahlia initiated a dizzying rotation, her body blurring with the speed of her movements. Her fans whirled like a cyclone, amplifying the ferocity of her gusts. Before Bliss's poisoned barrage could breach her windshield, Gahlia summoned a colossal tornado of raging winds. It surged upward with tremendous force, engulfing the darkness of the storm clouds above as if attempting to draw the malevolent atmosphere into its spiraling maw.

Bliss emerged from the churning maelstrom above, soaring amidst the tumultuous winds. Undaunted, Gahlia intensified the tornado's power, its towering form reaching into the very heart of the tempest. And then, with a flourish of her hands, Bliss released small, spherical objects akin to sinking bubbles from his grasp. These enigmatic orbs plummeted earthward, and upon impact, a deafening explosion reverberated through the arena. The explosive shockwave was so intense that I had to clutch my ears, overwhelmed by the cacophonous fury of the blast.

When the echoes finally subsided, the arena fell into an eerie silence. Gahlia lay sprawled on the wooden tiles, her body bearing the brutal brunt of the explosion. She was motionless, utterly defeated, and incapable of further movement.

"Uhmm... I think the fight is over!" Sir Ayan's words shattered the silence, his gaze shifting to both Seth and me. "Next?"

I wasted no time, positioning myself at the center of the arena, ready to face the unpredictable trials that awaited me. Seth mirrored my determination, and as we prepared to engage, the arena bore witness to a tumultuous battle of contrasting powers, leaving us all in awe of the extraordinary abilities displayed before our eyes.

Third-Person Point of View:

In the heart of the arena, Claire locked eyes with Seth, her gaze sharp as a blade. Seth, on the other hand, appeared remarkably composed, as if he were not in the midst of a battle but rather performing on a stage.

Without hesitation, Claire drew forth her hidden samurai sword, her movements swift and precise. Yet, Seth met her aggression with amusement, his laughter echoing through the arena. In a mere moment, Claire's samurai sword was pressed firmly against Seth's neck, silencing his mirth.

A wicked grin curved Claire's lips as she taunted him, "What's the matter now?"

Seth's response was a smirk, and he transformed into an angeloid, even with Claire's blade pressing against him. Claire, taken aback by his audacity, was momentarily stunned.

All Claire could see were Seth's four distinctive wings, unlike any of their classmates. He was the sole angeloid among them to possess four wings, a rarity that implied a high-ranking status.

"Impossible... In that case, he's one of the angeloids with a high rank. I need to defeat him. But how? If I release Titania, I fear it may bring harm to everyone!"

"You're right!" Thania's voice resonated within Claire's thoughts. "It's better to use Titania," she added.

Claire nodded in agreement with Thania's suggestion, leaving Seth perplexed since he couldn't hear the voices of the two entities conversing with Claire.

"Don't worry, Seth. I can still bring you down. I'll prove you wrong!" Claire declared vehemently, launching an attack on Seth within seconds. However, Seth deftly dodged every one of Claire's moves with ease.

Claire felt her frustration building, but no matter how relentless her assault was, Seth effortlessly evaded every attack. When Seth disarmed her of her samurai sword and flung it into the air, Claire was left in shock, her weapon stolen from her grasp.

Claire stood frozen in disbelief. Her prized possession had been taken from her as if it were a mere trinket.

"You're defenseless now, darling," Seth remarked with a sly grin, reaching out to gently touch Claire's cheek, a smirk playing on his lips.

Claire's gaze remained locked on the floor, her world seemingly shattered.

In an instant, Seth was sent flying a considerable distance from a powerful punch Claire had thrown. He slid along the edge of the arena, clutching his left cheek, disoriented by the force of the blow. As he staggered, he instinctively threw a potent punch into the air, creating a giant spirit fist hurtling toward Claire.

Witnessing the approaching assault, Claire's eyes widened with alarm, and she called out a single name.

"TITANIA!"

A tremendous wave of azure energy surged forth from Claire, shattering Seth's colossal spirit fist into fragments. Seth gaped in astonishment, observing Claire's newfound power.

"She also has four wings? But how?" Seth wondered silently, his mind racing. Even their teacher, Ayan, was bewildered by what had transpired, as were their classmates. Their thoughts converged on the same question: how had Claire achieved this feat?

Claire's hair danced in the wind as she advanced, her movements as swift as the breeze, and Seth struggled to process the remarkable display before him.

In a split second, Claire lunged at Seth with incredible speed, matching his every move. As their strengths seemed evenly matched, Seth's eyes widened in disbelief.

***Claire and Titania moved with unparalleled speed, doubling their velocity in perfect sync.***

Seth couldn't deny that Claire held a high rank among the angeloids. But where had this newfound power come from?

Seth pondered for a few moments, seemingly unaware of the multitude of blades raining down upon him from Claire. When he finally realized the peril he was in, he hastily activated a protective shield.

However, Seth's gaze never left Claire, and his eyes widened once more upon witnessing a radiant light gradually forming within Claire's hand. It was the formidable power of the angeloids, the ball of light.

Seizing the opportunity while his shield still held against the raining blades, Seth conjured a countermeasure against the ball of light – the Sword of Peace. His right hand emitted a dazzling glow as it formed a magnificent silver sword, crafted from various elements of the angels.

Glancing upwards at Claire, Seth noticed a shape soaring toward him within the ball of light. Without hesitation, he hurled his Sword of Peace at the incoming entity.

As the two formidable forces collided, there was an explosive release, generating a double wave of energy that rippled through the arena. The intense radiance lingered, casting a surreal illumination.

The brilliant light gradually subsided, revealing a tranquil scene. The earth trembled for a brief three minutes before tranquility returned. All that remained was the sight of Claire, her figure glowing, before she collapsed and lost consciousness.

***

King Beraphino

Points of View

As I read the missive from my spy dispatched to the mortal realm, I sensed the extraordinary power of my child. And the power of the enigmatic being alongside him.

I swiftly rose from my seat and walked out of my chamber. I traversed the corridor, and when my guards opened the door, I observed the multitude of blades descending upon the towers. While they did little harm to the structures, they added a sense of urgency to the situation.

The earth briefly trembled with a powerful quake for three seconds before all signs of the falling blades vanished.

"The possessor of that power is formidable," I mused to myself.

I needed to get to know this possessor...