Shadow of the Abyss

Chapter 330 Sacred Flame

Shadow Cage

As the shadowscape of the endless night expanded, swallowing the Specter, tendrils of darkness arose, seizing the Specter in place at the exact moment the Emperor lifted his palm: Light turned to liquefied gold, transforming into a bolt of seraphic might, so blinding it ignited the world ablaze in a sea of molten gold through the Specter.

For only a half a beat did the shrieking bar of light exist, turning all it graced to vaper on its way towards the horizon, only to fade and vanish into the ether.

The Specter shuddered, with a gaping hole embedded in its head; she toppled like a house of cards to her knees as numerous cracks came into being across her emaciated face.

"Thank You," said the Specter, her voice filled with gratitude as she faded into dust.

[Specter Felled. Exp Gained]

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"It would seem like a counter to Necrotic Flame, but Sacred Flame is the bane of evil things," Altair said to himself, taken back by how effortless the battle became after one invocation.

"You underestimate yourself," Tasha mentioned. "What you wield isn't something created by devils or demons. But the Seraphim and Fallen of Old, creatures that predate the nexus of time. Sacred Flame is the Bane to all infernal Creatures. One touch could potentially be fatal."

A gust billowed across Altair's face as he lifted his palm. Necrotic and Sacred Flame originated from Ren, but for some reason, he couldn't quite explain; even with the Realm of Spirits, he couldn't grasp the fundamentals of these two powers. It was as if Reina's blood could shield itself from omniscience. But was such a thing possible?

He shook his head, wishing that his irresponsible Master would return to him. There were simply too many things he needed to learn. It often felt stifling to breathe.

Altair sighed, "Seina, can you use Sacred Flame?Nôv(el)B\\jnn

The Malakh fiercely shook her head. "Surely not, your grace! Sacred Flame is the weapon of the Angels; how could a mere half-breed—-"

"Alright, Alright," Altair interrupted. "Enough dick riding. It's just a flame."

"Magesty," Seina said. "Sacred Flame is a skill that amplifies your magic twofold. It even works in tandem with the Almighty Attrubue. My family had records of several angels who forced themselves into the Hells in the hopes of rescuing damned souls. Sacred Flame alone allowed to incinerate most of the demons and devils that foolishly attacked them."

"She's right," Tasha added. "Sacred Flame has been so powerful for a long time we devils were defenseless against it. We had to create Bloodline Arts in the hopes of combatting its seraphic effects. As I said, Sacred Flame is the Bane of all Infernal Creatures or Evil Creatures. That is especially true if the user believes whoever he kills is evil."

"Show me," Altair commanded.

Raven nodded, morphing back into a three-eye crow as she took to the skies. Altair gave it some thought, but rather than try to create a platform of infernal lightning; his fingers danced to form the Enochian symbol of flight. The sigil ignited into starry light, which illuminated translucent wings around Altair Feet and faded after a heartbeat.

He took to the skies, propelled by a strange force that gifted him the ability of flight.

The language of the Angels all held an authority no other language held aside from infernal. All it required was the intrinsic formula Altair held within his Astral Sea to initiate. He laughed as a sense of mastery overwhelmed him.

Tasha and Seina, whose armor allowed flight, followed, somewhat taken back. It had to be known that only fifth Circles could invoke a flight spell as it required high levels of arcane mastery and skill, both of which Altair was acquiring each time he entered the Realm of Spirits. Adding Enochian lowered the amount ofManaa needed to fly.

He could maintain his levitation for about four hours due to the purity of hisManaa.

He only needed to spend an hour following Raven to spot Morrigan locked in battle. Alone, surrounded by undead, she stood over a mountain of corpses and bones. Her blade was dancing, whirling to and from various undead, tearing them asunder as they entered her domain of ten meters.

"She's a monster," Altair said, noticing Raven land on his shoulder, pointing her wing at Morrigan.

"I found her!"

"As a special gift, I shall award you some corn from Genisis. I hear they have the best form of produce due to all genetic engineering."

Raven batted her wings happily, crowing loudly, loud enough for Morrigan to take note of their existence.

Altair waved, soaring down towards her, projecting a barrier as a few skeleton archers nocked their bows.

"Need help?"

"Hardly," Morrigan said, rolling her eyes as her blade moved in tandem to her will. " I was just level grinding. I rather loathe this system's dynamic that forces you to kill to get stronger. It's too slow for me."

Altair smiled, lifting his palm as a golden flame arose along the center of his hand.

[Ding]

[Sacred Flame has weakened all undead within the Light of Sacred Flame by 60%]

[Sacred Flame has Weakened all Devils by 50%]

[Sacred Flame has weakened Royal Devil by 10%]

"That....That's ridiculous!" Altair said, turning to Tasha, forcing a smile at him.

"I told you. Sacred Flame is the Bane of all Infernal Creatures. And the stronger your soul is, the stronger it'll become," Tasha explained, staring at the flame that sought to turn her into cinders.