Shadow of the Abyss

Chapter 191: Festival of Chaos: Blood

With one palm on Shadowclaw, those that belong to the stars and Babels Tower all locked onto Altair's group.

"This isn't the time!" The Time Lord, Ragnar, shouted, wielding his silver cut glaive in one hand. "We need to take down these Pillars first. Killing one another can come second." He added, above his head, carrying the number identical to that of Altair and his team.

Ragnar hadn't been too certain how Malzeen, as he knew him to be, was able to quantify how everyone was graded but figured it had to be based on bloodline or at least potential. Time Lords had been one of the top ten of all mortal races within the Myriad Heavens. Their ability to manipulate space and time was second only to Celestials.

"He's right," said Zaros, whose eyes were as red as blood. Pale as the moon with sharp, distinctive features. He had scales protruding over his throat, trailing up and stopping at his cheek. "Lord Malzeen said they were Soul Kings! We need to exterminate them before anything else."

Altair narrowed his eyes. "Two intelligent people. How rare." He mused, glancing down at Tasha trembling like a maiden on her wedding night. He smiled. "Is he talking to you?" he smiled, watching a quiver ripple through her, bringing a smile to his face. Altair pulled his gaze away.

If a battle between Tasha and his team broke out, he was sure they'd lose. The Ilvarian had categorized the Demons and Devils as the most powerful race of their time.

"Lord Malzeen." Thaan shouted, " Might I ask how long this Festival of yours might last?"

"Six Months," said Beelzebub calmly. "And... are you a Shadowborn?"

Thaan seemed a little surprised. "I am, how'd you—"

"There was a Shadowborn on the Silver Devils team. Cenn, they called him. Tene had created him. Quite a specimen." He said, smiling. "I prefer them more than Shades."

Thaan narrowed his eyes and shifted his attention towards Altair. "What do you want to do?"

Altair stared at the pillars in the distance. "It would be too easy to simply destroy them. I figure that'll be outside the Realm of possibility. I'm sure that—"

"ALTAIR!!" Thundered Cedric, flying towards Altair like a feral beast, his spear seeking to run him through. The winds tore, and the veranda they stood on turned to rubble from the visceral power Cedric generated.

[Ding]

Name: Cedric

Race: Silver Dragon

Str: 1130

Dex: 906

Con:743

Wis: 643

Aurora gave a chilling grin, "Shadow Cage."

Cedric's eyes went wide when he saw Reina emerge from the shadow with [Broken Moon], her sword barreling through his chest in an upward arc. Ice chopped through many of his ribs, blasting him through the air, where the Prince welcomed him.

"Bet you didn't see this coming," Altair asked, as his foot gently pressed against Cedric's head. The Prince smiled, applying Necrotic Flame to his Mana.

[200 → 400]

A/N: 2000 Minimum Con to defend

Desolate Descent

The Realm howled as the Vale bore form out of subspace like a terrifying demon hounding the skies with presence. It tore the fabric of space, twisting its nature.

As if a teardrop had descended through the skies, pillars of Vale Qi spiraled out of control, twisting the land to dust. The skies tore apart. Clouds turned to ethereal vaper perishing before the eyes of gods and mortals alike. The Vale whipped out in a lion-like roar, splintering all of Vesim in a purgatory of damnation.

So horrid was its power that the tectonic plates of yarwin moved and shattered, bleeding molten rocks forming beneath its surface, spewing hundreds of meters into the air.

Altair smirked, using mana manipulation to stand on top of the magma as though it were water. "Pathetic," He said, clutching Cedric, whose eyes had popped out of his skull. He had managed in time to triple his constitution, but it was a little too late.

"D-D-Don't..." mulled Cedric weakly.

Altair sneered, snapping the neck of the man who hadn't taken him seriously. Had he used all his strength in the first place, none of this might have happened. Altair's Mana had been powerful, cupped with his ability to Manipulate Mana; it had ensured that he had one hundred percent control of how destructive his Mana was.

[Cedric Felled. Exp Gained]

[Soul of Cedric Aquired]

Watching the body of Cedric turn to ash, Altair kicked out of the abyss he'd created, pulling with magma and out towards the city.

There were hundreds of eyes on him, but the Prince didn't say a word to them. Rather, he smiled, glancing at his shadows, pointing towards the onlookers.

"Slaughter them all. And bring me their souls. Spare none."

"What are you—" Before Ragnar got his question out, blood painted the ground in a geyser of red as Altair's Pale Knight flashed through the city, reaping life.

The Prince stared at Ragnar with a look that could only be described as disdain. "It was a smart move. Unfortunately, the lives of everyone present will serve me better in death." he smiled devilishly, turning to Beelzubub. "Do you have any objections?"

The Monarch of Mythos bellowed into laughter.

"None!"