Raith's mistake was overestimating himself and taking lightly the abyss' warning. Since he now understood Cor-Ellion's ability, he thought it could put an end to it.
But the fact that he understood it very well didn't warrant that he could stop it. He was nowhere near the royal asura in all deciding factors of battle, strength, battle IQ, speed, endurance, intelligence, and even [Multiple Cognitive Resonance] was often caught off guard several times because the control Cor-Ellion had on space affected it.
What Raith's eyes couldn't see coming, there was no way it was possible to analyze it. And so Raith was stuck in a limbo of dying and resurrecting.
The bad side of this limbo was that it might never get released and he might never be released from it, even though he ends up getting released, he might have gone insane because of the pain of death that should have been over in ten minutes, Raith is going through it for the next forty-five minutes. And he was dying over and over again.
The good part of this now was, every death and pain counted. But since the time rate was slower than the normal reality rate, Raith was not dying frequently but had an elongated time, this had an effect on his endurance and since his stats gained were usually based on his method of death, the stats point he gained after every death was enormous.
Meanwhile, outside the limbo was Cor-Ellion, frowning as he dealt with Raith's death soldiers endlessly. As far as Raith was still alive and there was a Major rank soldier to command the whole army, even if Raith was dead, his dark energy was still accessible to them and they would endlessly fight. That was because death was not the end for Raith.
Since locking Raith up in the limbo he had been dealing with them, of course, they had not been able to lay a scratch on him but their persistent regeneration and reappearance was already beginning to bore him.
Just when he was getting to the peak of that boredom, five entities emerged from the shadow, four were humanoid and the last one was a large dark wyvern that covered a large area of the sky.
ραndαsnοvεl.cοm The killing intent that exuded from each and every single one of them was no joke. That was why he was frowning.
"These bones dare to glare at me? Know your place."
He clawed his hand and swung it backward, he was about to throw a ranged attack at them but Kortopi had lunged forward, what caused Cor-Ellion to widen his eyes at this moment was that he missed when Kortopi moved. Even though he was getting an attack ready. He was born with something the asuras called 'Seventeen Cenobite Whim' this was what had made Cor-Ellion the best fighter. A sensory skill that made him able to sense any and everything at a much faster rate. Now he was special than even the most special because he had the nerve that carried that ability in seventeen parts of his body—for most beings, whether human or non-human it was mostly always two.
This made Cor-Ellion a combat master, it was impossible to sneak an attack on him but he could sneak an attack even when he had not mastered his space-time ability. He quickly rose among the ranks of Asuras and became the best fighter at the age of fifty-two, for asuras the usual age of becoming a fighter was at least two hundred, this made Cor-Ellion, very very special.
His abilities built the kind of confidence that he had in himself—however, just right now, even though it was by 0.1 seconds, he missed the moment Kortopi moved.
He swung his face back at them immediately canceling his attack and choosing to go full combat mode with Kortopi as closed in, his lithe body moving through the land like a wraith. As Kortopi extended his hand, a sharp dark, and smoky blade materialized, and he lunged towards Cor-Ellion, blurring as it pierced the wind with great speed from the momentum at which Kortopi threw it.
Cor-Ellion gritted his teeth as his form blurred and seeped into space reappearing behind Kortopi, with a swift kick Cor-Ellion sent him hurtling into the winds and stones, and valleys, Kortopi was thrown hundreds of miles away in an instance leaving a trail of desolation in the path he took.
The asura turned to the others, "Give me a fight, this is not what I want, make me fight. I see a potential in all of you. Him especially..." he said pointing his thumb backward to Kortopi's direction. "I crave a fight before I leave, maybe if it's unhuman entities like you, I will be able to enjoy myself without jeopardizing the importance of my mission." He finished and slowly raised his hand, signaling for them to come at him.
But instead, a wide smile appeared on Crimson's face.
"You see... in the past few hours, that guy has changed so much that it makes me jealous."
Wham!
Cor-Ellion's eyes widened as Kortopi was back behind him, with his sword carving an arc towards him. It was still not enough– he swirled and landed his kick on Kortopi, before Kortopi's sword could move an inch more—the death soldier found himself hurtling towards Crimson.
Crimson twirled his sword and deflected Kortopi's incoming body, sending him rolling to the side. Crimson's eyes narrowed as he analyzed what just happened.
"Was it just me? It made no sense that his leg would reach Kortopi before Kortopi's sword reached him. Unless he has super reflexes and can stop time on top of that. Because even if he has super reflexes, the sword was so close that he should have sustained a scratch but he didn't. Was I the only one that saw that?"
The others paid no attention to him, Jarvis that was standing next to him sheepishly scratched his head. They all had no fucking idea what he was talking about even though they saw the same thing he saw.
Life is hard being the only intelligent one. Crimson wondered how he could lower his level of communication for them to understand but that would just be a waste of time.
They had an asura to fight, and a master to save.
"Come now, don't keep me waiting?"
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