Chapter 647 Ruler Of The Nether?
Vinegar quickly noticed that both clawed and Duncan were not attacking to kill her. But rather to weaken and injure her.
All their target points had been places that would wound her. However, just because she knew about it was not enough reason for her to be strong enough to defend against their combined assault.
Truly, Governor Momoa had talented children and it was shown in this battle. In no time, Duncan was able to grab one of her hands and clawed came with his blade made of cosmic energy, slicing it off with speed and efficiency that was too fast for even her eyes.
He had cut from the elbow downwards. Lady Vinegar screamed in pain. As she took the opportunity to also take Duncan by his neck and force a vomit of flames on his face.
This was not enough to kill him. But it created an opportunity for her to be free. She turned in an attempt to escape but suddenly froze.
Something did not feel right. Vinegar immediately realized what the problem was. All the while during the battle, they had been moving as they fought. However, she did not know that Duncan and Clawed were directing the battle such that they were now in the middle of the undead army.
Vinegar held her bleeding arm, using some cosmic energy to ensure that it was no longer bleeding. At this time, she heard a loud voice. It was thundering and commanding. It was the voice of the undead commander. "finally, I have you." Vinegar turned behind her and that was when she saw the Primordial beast and on top of it, the undead commander with a smile on his face. He spoke lightly, "lady Vinegar, I have a preposition for you. It concerns your father, Momoa."
Lady Vinegar stood amidst the carnage, her body adorned with burns and cuts from the relentless assault of Clawed and Duncan. The pain seared through her, yet her spirit remained unyielding. She clutched her bleeding arm, remnants of her battle against the relentless duo. The undead army loomed in the distance, and the primordial beast carried the sinister undead commander.
The battle had taken a turn, and Vinegar could feel the weight of the undead commander's gaze upon her. His voice echoed through the chaos, offering a proposition that involved her father, Momoa. A knot tightened in her stomach as she listened, her mind torn between the love for her father and the looming threat of the undead commander.
meanwhile, lenny on the nether realm had hix own hurdles. His fatigue as a result of the attack on his body was starting to take root.
Whispers of the realm teased his senses, and he could almost feel is consciousness fade away.
A profound challenge awaited him, one that transcended the boundaries of the physical world.
As Vinegar faced the undead commander's proposition, her fiery resolve burned brighter. She squared her shoulders, locking eyes with the undead commander. "Speak quickly, for I will not entertain games. What do you want with my father?" Her voice, though strained, carried an unwavering determination.
The undead commander grinned, his skeletal features contorting into a mockery of mirth. "Your father is in the waterfall city. And he is in a predicament because of his injury. I propose a deal: if you agree to join me, I will help you get back at him. Refuse, and well, you've seen the might of my army."
Vinegar's thoughts raced as she processed the malevolent bargain. The pain in her severed arm throbbed in rhythm with the uncertainty that hung in the air. She shot a fleeting glance towards the distant horizon, where the primordial beast stood as a harbinger of doom.
With a deep breath, she rejected the undead commander's offer. "I'll never serve the likes of you. My allegiance lies with those I love and the future I fight for, even though that man is an asshole that sold me out, and i do hate him, i do not desire his end."
The undead commander's grin widened, revealing a cavernous darkness within. The primordial beast emitted a low growl, its eyes fixed on Vinegar. The battle-worn ghoul prepared for the next onslaught, knowing that her defiance had further fueled the undead commander's malevolence.
"Then we do this the hard way." He responded.
Duncan's voice immediately resonated with cosmic energy, disorienting Vinegar as she attempted to counter their onslaught. Clawed's blinding blade of light cut through the air with precision, each strike aiming for a vulnerable spot. The duo orchestrated a dance of cosmic might, and Vinegar fought back.
The battlefield became a canvas of cosmic clashes and fiery explosions, the air crackling with otherworldly energy. Clawed's sword techniques were a symphony of lethal grace, and Duncan's cosmic voice added an eerie harmony to the chaotic melody of battle. Vinegar's flames clashed with their onslaught, creating a kaleidoscope of elemental forces.
Despite her resilience, Vinegar felt the pressure mounting. Her movements became slower, the pain from her wounds intensifying. The undead commander observed with sinister delight, relishing in the diminishing strength of his adversary. The primordial beast's eyes glowed with an unholy anticipation.
Clawed and Duncan intensified their assault, coordinating their attacks with lethal precision. Vinegar, caught in the crossfire, struggled to evade the onslaught. Her cosmic flames flickered, threatened by the encroaching shadows of defeat. The battlefield became a crucible of cosmic forces, where the outcome hung in the balance.
, Vinegar's determination flickered like a fading flame. Clawed and Duncan pressed their advantage, their cosmic onslaught pushing her to the brink.
Finally, she could not take it anymore and in her mistake, blades came down on all her limbs, cutting her arm and two legs.
The undead commander's laughter echoed through the air, a cacophony of malevolence that fueled the darkness encroaching upon the battlefield.
With a strike behind her head, lady Vinegar fainted to the ground.
Lenny and Athena found themselves in the heart of the Nether, a realm that defied the laws of the living. The agents of the Nether, dark and formless, guided them towards a foreboding structure that emerged from the shadows – a castle constructed of bones and rotting flesh. It loomed over them like a grotesque monument, grand in its morbid architecture.
As they approached, the flying creatures that carried them descended onto a landing, their wings whispering strange melodies that echoed through the eerie corridors of the bone castle.
The walls seemed to pulsate with an otherworldly energy, as if the very essence of the Nether permeated every inch. Sinister whispers intertwined with the distant echoes of tormented souls, creating an unsettling symphony that hung in the air.
The corridors were alive, adorned with ghastly ornaments that seemed to writhe with an unnatural sentience. The putrid smell of decay and the cold touch of spectral winds accompanied Lenny and Athena as they were pulled along the grotesque path. Bones protruded from the walls, forming macabre patterns that seemed to dance in tandem with their footsteps.
Athena, although accustomed to the otherworldly horrors of the Nether, felt a sense of unease gnawing at her.
The shadows seemed to cast accusing glares, and the ambient whispers wormed their way into her mind. In this realm, where the laws of existence were bent and twisted, she couldn't help but feel a profound sense of uselessness.
The agents of the Nether, with their ailment-ridden forms, exerted an otherworldly force that dragged Lenny and Athena through the disconcerting corridors. The air was thick with an ethereal tension, and the walls seemed to watch their every move with malevolent intent.
Lenny, though accustomed to the supernatural, couldn't shake the feeling of being enveloped by a darkness that transcended the mere absence of light. The castle, an embodiment of the Nether's twisted nature, exuded an oppressive atmosphere that seemed to seep into their very souls.
As they traversed the eerie passages, the bones creaked and moaned, as if protesting against the intrusion of the living. The rhythmic pulsations of the walls created an unsettling rhythm, and the air became charged with a palpable sense of dread.
Despite the challenges, Lenny maintained a stoic composure, his determination flickering like a small flame in the abyss. Athena, however, struggled to keep her composure. The weight of the Nether's influence bore down on her, amplifying her sense of vulnerability. In this grotesque castle of bones, she grappled with an overwhelming feeling of being inconsequential in the face of the Nether's unyielding force.
The bone castle, with its grotesque splendor, continued to unfold its nightmarish tapestry before them. The agents of the Nether, silent and spectral, guided them deeper into the heart of this macabre domain. The journey through the eerie corridors persisted, each step resonating with the dissonance of the Nether's unsettling reality.
Soon, they were brought to rather huge hall... just ahead was a throne similarly made of bones and on it, Gray was surprised to see who it was.
"Ella!?" He muttered.
(Author's note: I apologise for the mistake. I missed the chapters up again. Also, even I admit this is a filler chapter. My head hurts. I'm treating malaria)
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