"Yo, I'm sorry about what's about to happen, but I can't let you simply go after that guy like you have, those that do not belong to the 'game', should just piss off." The dark copy said before extending his hands and then crossing them.
The scenery changed. From the wide meadow on which Nearsch had stood, they had suddenly appeared in what seemed to be a huge expanse of rocks. But the rocks weren't normal rocks, no, the whole area that went on for miles looked man-made as the rocks were all cut neatly and placed on the ground.
The whole area was straight, there were no holes, no bulges, nothing, just the rocky floor and the dark sky above them.
"Where did you take me, is this inside your consciousness?" Nearsch asked as he looked around with vigilance. The fog was with him, and he should be fine unless he was fighting against a Tier V enemy, but he was, for some reason, quite stressed out.
He had a bad feeling about this, Reign, who was standing in front of him, was talking differently than before. His aura, his demeanor, everything was different compared to how it was when they were fighting, and that made Nearsch a bit nervous.
"You think I'm … it doesn't matter, you're not far from the truth with that guess anyway." The copy said with a dangerous smile before suddenly lifting his arms which were still crossed and suddenly moving them, touching the backs of his hands against one another.
A crisp sound echoed through the area as Nearsch suddenly jumped back as the fog wrapped around him. A huge arm made from the fog suddenly appeared next to Nearsch before quickly punching at the copy, but before it could arrive, it was suddenly stabbed numerous times.
Pure white and pitch-black spears rained down from the sky, stabbing through the arm and making it dissipate in an instant. The spears didn't stop and continued falling from the sky, but this time, they were aiming at Nearsch whose eyes were opened wide in shock at the scene.
Thousands of spears were raining down on him, and the only thing he was able to do, was to run. The fog seemed angry, it was coiling around Nearsch and even going inside of him, inside of his soul, which had never happened before.
"You shouldn't have played around with that thing, it is eager to get a host, and it will help you out, but when it is in danger, the first thing it does is turn on its host so that it can survive." The dark copy said with an eerie laugh before suddenly stopping the spears that had been raining down on Nearsch.
The fog continued going inside of him, which made him panic. He used his own powers to calm it down and control it, which worked, to a point.
Without the threat of the thousands of spears, the fog had calmed down a bit, but it was still angry. It was angry at the copy.
The fog had been created by a god, and it is said that the true origin of the fog, the true part of it, was in the same realm as the gods were, and here it was, a small part of the true Ominous Klinchor Vitality Draining Fog of the Mad God Plosarkon, and it was being threatened by a being in the leveling realm.
Only a small part, a part that one couldn't even see with the naked eye, belonged to the true origin of the fog. It would expel some of it occasionally so that the fog could spread around the universe in order to grow stronger, and this part had been captured by the scientists of the Ubolts before being ingested by Nearsch.
It was furious at the copy that dared attack and even threaten it.
The fog suddenly shifted. It was inside Reign's consciousness, and being inside one's consciousness was not a good thing as their souls were much more powerful there. Inside their consciousness, the soul would be akin to a god and the enemy would have to expend quite a lot of effort to defeat it, but the fog was not afraid.
That was why it had charged inside Reign's consciousness without even caring what Nearsch thought. Even though the fog could understand that the copy was trying to get it into the consciousness in order to defeat it, it merely made the fog angry. The mere thought that an ant like this would be so confident was enraging.
"Such anger, ccc, this is why you have been deemed as a threat, and why even your own creator tried to destroy you upon creating you." The copy said calmly, but the fog heard him and things changed immediately.
The Mad God Plosarkon, the one that was deemed as a criminal in the universe thanks to the fact he had created the fog, was actually a victim. Not many knew of that.
He had created the fog, but after a couple of decades passed, he noticed that the fog was acting differently than what he had imagined. He had wanted to make the fog a part of his territory, to make it something that would boost him believers and shield them from the enemy, but it had turned into a being that wouldn't listen to anybody's orders, a being that only wished to consume and destroy.
He tried to destroy it, but after a long and arduous battle that took years, he had been consumed by the fog a well, made into a puppet by it. That was the Mad God that people remembered, the one that came out of the fog and started using it to destroy everything while creating even more experiments that were harmful to the universe.
The reason why the copy knew of it?
It was because the one that had in the end showed up to destroy the Mad God, as well as the one that had almost completely annihilated the fog, was none other than the Ancestor of the Nephilims, the first Nephilim, the 'Immortal' Raziel.
The fog suddenly expanded, it covered the sky and an area of over 1 mile around Nearsch while consuming his soul. Nearsch shouted in pain and disbelief. This was supposed to be his, the fog was supposed to listen to his orders, become a part of him, allow him to become a being that stood above the others, and yet, it was the thing that was now doing its best to destroy him.
The fog started corroding the mental space they were in. The sky lost its darkness and became gray, the rocks started turning gray and cracking while the air itself was changing.
The copy merely looked at it with a smile before suddenly clapping his hands three times.
"Sorry, but it seems Reign is having some trouble, his transformation is near its end, so its time for me to end this."
The scenery changed once again.
There was now nothing.
They stood in the void, there was no sound, no air, nothing.
Suddenly, Nearsch, who was being devoured by the fog, heard a sound. It was as if millions of birds were chirping, and upon glancing down, he saw a sea of lightning that had appeared below him. Lighting was flickering, and there were even some beings inside the sea. Snakes made out of lightning, fish, there was even a flood dragon that was visible in that sea. None of them were real, of course, they were created by the lightning and were a part of the sea.
On his right, a bright light suddenly appeared, a light so bright that Nearsch was unable to even look near it. He closed his eyes, and the fog that had been trying to consume him seemingly screamed in pain.
Then something appeared on his left, and Nearsch glanced at it, only for him to be mesmerized, as well as deathly afraid as darkness appeared. The darkness seemingly called out to him, making him forget who he was for an instant as he was drawn over to it, only for him to wake up as the fog started screaming even louder.
It remembered.
It remembered something awful, something the true origin of the fog had seemingly sealed in its memory. It had remembered how the fog had seen a being, a being so divine, so powerful, that even the fog that yearned to consume and destroy everything could do nothing but stop and marvel at him.
Wings of light appeared on his right, there were so many of them that the fog couldn't even remember the number, while wings of darkness appeared on his left. The god that had created the fog turned to dust in an instant, and then the being moved.
He had merely glanced at the fog, and half of it had dispersed.
He had taken a step forward, and the fog had moved almost a light-year behind.
He had only lifted his hand and pushed it forward, and only a small part of the fog was left.
The lighting, the darkness, and the light suddenly appeared in front of the fog. The fog was dispersed without any trouble, and Nearsch's soul was obliterated before he could do a single thing.
As for the copy, he was merely looking at the scene with a calm expression on his face.
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