Meanwhile, the other Transcendental Angels celebrated, as they could no more feel the aura of threat from the Ultimate Ragnarok.
'Even if I die now, it's... it's okay. Sacrificing myself to take down the Ultimate Ragnarok that had taken countless lives... is worth it. As long as I... can protect the angels, and the many living beings out there... I don't mind.' G?rd thought, as he used every bit of his strength left to let out a smile of triumph.
He so desired to raise his hand as a sign of victory, but unfortunately, he had no strength. But his smile... his smile stood strong for him.
It lit the fires of hope within the hearts of every Angel around him.
Fire that stood strong amidst despair.
Fire that blazed with the light of salvation.
Fire... that was instantly snuffed out just as it was lit.
...!!!
Beautiful smiles turned ugly. historical
Hope transitioned to dread.
The bright skies darkened, as drums of despair resonated with the heart beats of the angels. Great Disaster was gone, but an Irreversible Calamity was birthed.
The Transcendental Angel of Fate Denial widened her eyes in absolute shock, as her face lost all its color. Their Fate... Their Fate was now... defined.
And could not be denied.
"Hehehe, Hahahaha, HAHAHAHA!!!" Wild rueful laughter spread out throughout the skies, synchronizing perfectly with the melody of despair beating along their hearts.
"Im...Impossible..." The Transcendental Angels thought out loud, as they slowly gazed at the emptiness ahead of them. Stupor, confusion, disbelief. Such emotions animated their expression as they stared up.
Up at the small red flame that just casually suspended itself within the skies. Languid. Unbothered. Catastrophic. The sprite of flame gave of such a feeling.
Yet it also gave off another subtle sensation that was hard to grasp by the confused angels. Boredom. Loneliness. The sprite of flame was bored being there by itself. It felt lonely by itself.
And that being the case, "Haaa, that was fun. The most fun I've had since long ago, but now... it's time to play properly." Enigma's voice rang out from the sprite of red flames, as to the dread of the angels, another sprite of flame appeared besides it.
Two red sprites of flames.
The second stage of the Nine Dragons Battle Constitution was accessed, as his battle prowess entered the mid Transcendental stage.
With that, maddening waves of power erupted out of the two red sprites of flames, as his body quickly reformed itself.
From the eyes, each eyeball situated below the red sprites, to his nerves, brain matter, skull, bones, muscles, flesh. His body instantaneously reformed itself within an instant. And to top it off, his Reiki covered his body, and transitioned into the same gear as before. The two red sprites acting as cute little horns.
"Ahh~ Much, better." He raised his head up, letting out an unnecessary moan of pleasure, as he felt his body once more. He then let out a devilish smile, and complained. "Damn, you all almost got me conceptually erased. Like, damn. That was unnecessarily cold of you guys."
He complained as usual, typical Enigma, but no reply came his way. The angels were beat up. They were tired. There was nothing else they could do but stare at him in stupor.
"How... H–How did... you survive?" The Transcendental Angel of Sacred Storms inquired. She didn't have much time to do major attacks, but she was great support. Especially with protecting the weaker angels.
"Hmm... Ah, that? Simple really. Superior Divine Skills are considered nigh-omnipotic skills, with the capability to affect any and everything. Not even the gathered power of the True Laws could go against it, let alone Lesser ranked Skills. Hence, it should be common sense that I should be erased from Existence, right?" Enigma glanced down at her, and began speaking.
He then disappeared from his position, and instantly reappeared a few inches before her visage. "You look damn pretty. So much so, I wish I could have you for myself... Anyway, that being the case, to fight one, you must use the same Skill grade. Fire against fire, superior Divine Skills, against Superior Divine Skills. Does that, perhaps answer your inquiry, child?"
He gazed deep into her eyes, deep into her soul, as he let out his last inquiry with a smile. A smile that left a mark on her heart. Be it a mark of absolute dread, or a mark of lasting impression, she wasn't aware.
"...."
But she now had her response.
'That should be enough...' He thought, glancing back at the trembling Transcendental Angel at the back. 'Pity, you've seen a horror that not even Elder Angel could easily bear.' He thought, sympathizing her.
It wasn't a miracle that he had survived such disastrous circumstances. Nor was it a favor from the Plot of Existence.
It was crucial planning, and preparations.
With their True Body, they had too many Divine Skills, they exceeded the limit placed on them by the System. Hence, they were incapable of even using one such Skill.
That was a detriment to his battle power.
Especially so, as Divine Skills had the power of the True Laws. Advanced Divine Skills having the power of both Ultimate and Absolute Laws. Some rare exceptions, exceeding all True Laws altogether.
And Superior Divine Skills, had the power of Mysteries. The power of nigh-omnipotence, stretching towards being complete omnipotence.
And to fight against omnipotence, one required omnipotence as well. A superior Divine Skill, against a superior Divine Skill.
So the big question, was what superior Divine Skill did he use? And where did he get it? From his large reserves of Divine Skills? Or from his Skill Trees?
None, actually.
When he was fighting against the group of angels, the Path of Fate had sent him information that he would experience death if he was not actually careful.
And that being the case, he prepared in advanced. He created a new skill, through combinations of course, that was just outright broken in effects.
" Dreams of Mystique Nightmares (Superior DIVINE) :- A unique ability even amongst its grade. For those below Cosmic-hood, to cast this Skill, the opposing side must have a superior Divine Skill in hand, or be a Cosmic being at the least. When cast, the Skill applies "Absolute Protection" onto the caster, giving them brief Immortality to all beings besides Creators, being immune to True Death. After being attacked, the Skill will create two Existential Events, where if you die, everything that has occurred will become a dream, a mere illusion. And with the utterance of a single word, a Divine Calamity that will take the lives of those below Cosmic-hood by a 100% effect, will befall your opponents. But if you do not die, you will experience a Divine Calamity in return, that will surely take your life with a 150% effect. Also allows you to treat anything around you as either a "Reality" you cannot reject, or merely a "Dream" that you can wake up from anytime "
This was the newly formed Divine Skill, a double edged sword, but a sword nonetheless. Plus, why would a True God fear death, when they could never truly die?
This Skill was from the following combination of Skills: The advanced Unique Skills [Absolute Mystique Barrier], a Skill that he grew up with ever since he did his test back home. And [Dream Traveller], another advanced Unique Skill.
Together, they resulted into the Divine Skill, [Dreams of Mystique]. But that was not enough, hence he added the Divine Skill [Divine Jinx] as well as the advanced Divine Skill, [Commandment Inducement].
This combination resulted into the superior Divine Skill, [Dreams of Mystique Nightmares]. A very perverted Skill even amongst its grade.
And all that he did, was reject his current death as a mere dream. In other words, he did die, but to him, it was merely a dream. And as long as he woke up from the dream... he would be alive.
Ashmore concept.
'Dreams and Reality... never slign.' He thought to himself. Even without that, the first effects would have kicked in, where if he died from their attack, he could come back and treat it as merely an illusion.
They... actually stood no chance against this monster of a being. The results of this battle, were long established before the battle even took place.
Fate was undefined because he chose so.
Struggling was meaningless.
His words were mockery.
"...."
Enigma also saw through her thoughts. Not only her, but all angels had given up. They held their weapons, and prepared to fight still, no... they weren't prepared to fight, they prepared to say their farewells, in the form of a battle.
Struggling was meaningless... but they still chose to struggle nonetheless. They were fearful, they were hopeless, but they weren't willing to be useless too.
They're the Bringers of Salvation, the Messengers of Benevolence, the Personifications of Love and Hope.
...But perhaps, their Salvation would come in the form of death. And that was okay too.
"...Fine. I'll end it swiftly then."
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