Lassim’s breath caught in his throat as Mercy’s malevolent aura pinned him with an unbearable spiritual pressure.
Mercy’s shadow seemed to swell, stretching and twisting as he prepared to subdue Lassim completely. His eyes glinted with dark excitement.
"You stand at a precipice, Harbinger," Mercy’s voice boomed, echoing around the cliff’s edge. "Not just the edge of this cliff, but the brink of a new existence! Join the Dragal, and ascend beyond your wildest imaginings."
As Mercy traced the tip of his blade down Lassim’s body from his neck, his miséricorde swirling with void energy, Lassim’s mind raced.
He knew a direct confrontation would be futile against a warrior so close to the Spirit Ascension stage. Instead, he needed to create a diversion, find a moment’s weakness to exploit and escape somehow. He really needed a miracle.
Using what little movement he could muster, Lassim managed to channel a burst of his twin elemental powers. Lightning crackled from his fingertips, while a swirl of water coalesced into ice under his feet, slicking the rocky ground.
Mercy’s footing briefly faltered as the ground beneath him became treacherous, his focus momentarily disrupted as he leaned in and put all of his weight on one foot as he intimidated Lassim.
Seizing the brief lapse in faltering spirit pressure, Lassim summoned all his strength for a desperate counterattack.
He unleashed a surge of elemental energy, combining raw lightning and water mana into a burst outwards that buffeted Mercy with its shocking currents.
Mercy staggered backwards, the sudden assault catching him off guard.
Despite the ferocity of Lassim’s attack, Mercy recovered nearly instantly, his power too great.
With a sinister laugh, he used the void of the night to absorb the remaining elemental energy being launched at him, somehow even using it to fuel his own mana reserve.
"Impressive, Harbinger, but futile," he sneered, advancing once more towards Lassim, this time with increased ferocity.
Cornered and desperate, Lassim realized that he just didn’t have any power of his own that could save himself.
In a moment of clarity, or serendipity, or divine prophecy, he instinctively called upon a deeper, higher power.
"Elder Gods! I understand you now! If you wish me to be your bastion, I’ll DO IT!" Lassim shouted into the wind. "If my path is to be righteous, grant me escape from this heretic!"
The air shimmered with a sudden intensity as Lassim’s plea reached the always watching heavens.
A powerful gust of wind erupted, momentarily clearing the oppressive energy and spiritual pressure Mercy wielded.
Lassim felt the weight binding him lessen, and with every ounce of his being, he knew what he needed to do next. He lunged towards the cliff’s edge, jumping towards the darkness below.
Mercy, enraged by the divine intervention, launched himself after Lassim. Dark energies coalesced into a massive orb of corrupted void energy that was sent towards Lassim’s fleeing figure.
But as Lassim was falling into the crevice, nearly 30 meters into his free fall, a flash of brilliant light enveloped him as he disappeared from sight just as Mercy’s attack was about to strike.
Stunned and thwarted, Mercy attacked in a rage, his weapon slicing through empty space. Using his shadow manipulation, he melded onto a nearby shadow on the cliff face, his eyes seething with fury as he stared into the darkness where his target had escaped. He turned his gaze in every direction, scanning the abyss into which Lassim had vanished.
"Escape me now, but the Dragal’s reach is long, Harbinger. This is not over here, pitiful old fools. You will see the futility of your resistance against my lords…," Mercy growled into the wind, the echoes of his threat mingling with the mysterious forces that had just spirited Lassim away.
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Free falling, Lassim suddenly crashed flat into a world blanketed in snow, his body submerged half a meter deep beneath the icy powder.
An intense cold seeped through his thin clothing, gripping his bones. He gasped as he pushed himself up, his face stinging from the frost.
The world around him was shrouded in darkness, illuminated faintly by a full moon that was losing a fight against the oppressive clouds overhead.
His heart pounded in his chest, not just from the fall or the near brush with death, but also from the sheer unfamiliarity of his surroundings.
As he stood, brushing the snow from his limbs, an unsettling realization dawned on him. The mana here felt... off.
It wasn’t the vibrant, welcoming energy he was accustomed to in Nexaria. Instead, it seemed tainted, almost dirty, as if the very essence of this place was corrupted.
"Where... where am I?" Lassim muttered to himself, his breath forming clouds of vapor in the chilling air. He reached out with his senses, trying to connect with the mana around him, but recoiled as he felt a hostile pushback, an almost palpable dislike toward the energy coursing through his veins.
He tentatively conversed with Mari and Zaphy, seeking their insight. "Mari, Zaphy, do you feel that? The mana here—it’s different, wrong somehow."
Mari’s voice echoed in his mind, tinged with concern. "Be cautious, child. This place holds a mana that is corrupted, unclean. It is unlike any elemental plane the Royal Koi kingdom has ever heard of. This could be a forgotten realm, or worse, a plane touched by… something else..."
Zaphy, usually brimming with energy, sounded subdued. "B—Brother, I-I don’t like it here. Can we go back?"
As Lassim surveyed his surroundings, he noticed the frozen landscape dotted with dead trees. Their thin, brittle limbs reached out like the fingers of lost souls, devoid of any foliage, painting a grim picture of desolation.
The moonlight cast eerie shadows on the snow, enhancing the haunting atmosphere.
The cold bit into him, and he wrapped his arms around himself, shivering.
Every instinct told him that this place was not merely an entirely different realm, most possibly one of the undiscovered elemental planes, yet something was profoundly amiss.
Lassim took a moment to gather his strength, his mind racing to understand the bizarre twist his escape had taken.
"What is this plane? Why would you make a place like this? Famthar? Gods? Any explanation here? How do I get out as well?" He pondered aloud, hoping for some divine clue that might have followed him through the void.
As he stood alone amidst the desolate, frozen trees, Lassim realized the gravity of his situation.
Stranded in an unknown and seemingly hostile world, his survival now depended on understanding this strange land and finding a way back home—or at least to somewhere safer.
The unsettling atmosphere of the place, the lack of obvious food, the hostile mana, all of it hinted at challenges he had never faced before.
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Resolved but wary, Lassim prepared to navigate this cold, mysterious realm.
"At least that man isn’t trying to kill me anymore. Alright, let’s just do this. We wanted to explore the unknown as an adventurer and here we are in an unknown. We can do this." Lassim spoke to himself and tried to psych himself up.
He then took a moment to swap out his clothes for the newly purchased cold weather attire. He thanked the cartographer deeply for choosing a route that would take him over Mt. Aso in the future.
Warmer, he also attempted to control the ice mana from the blisteringly cold snow that was nipping at him. Yet, every attempt was a struggle just to get a tiny bit of control over the snow and push it away from him.
Determined, he picked a direction towards the slightly more dense trees, hoping to come across something he might be able to use as shelter for now.
With every step, Lassim’s breath grew heavier, his heart pounding against his cold-weather attire. He realized he made a mistake by flagrantly flaunting his mana just now to try and connect with the surroundings and push away the snow. He was being followed by… something.
The dark entities pursuing him were like whispers among the shadows, darting between the dead trees, their forms indistinct and eerily silent against the crunch of his now hurrying footsteps.
The snow began to thicken and a biting wind kicked up, swirling the flakes into a blinding tempest as Lassim’s sense of desperation mounted.
Despite his enhanced physique and the robust power afforded by his spirit growth stage cultivation, he felt alarmingly vulnerable.
The entities seemed unaffected by the frozen ground or the snow pelting down from above that increasingly impeded his escape.
Lassim pushed his body to its limits, weaving between the surprisingly brittle trees, one accidentally shattered into shards when he bumped against it as he increased his pace to a full run.
His eyes constantly searched for any sign of shelter—a cave, an outcrop, anything that could offer a strategic advantage or temporary refuge. But the landscape remained relentlessly open and barren, the trees like specters unable to provide cover.
Visibility diminished rapidly as the snowfall thickened, each flake stinging his face, clinging to his lashes and obscuring his vision.
The wind howled, a haunting chorus that seemed to echo with strange murmurings and whispers of his pursuers.
Lassim’s mind raced for solutions, but the relentless pursuit and the environment left him with dwindling options.
Then, in a moment too quick to register, the ground disappeared beneath him. He felt a sudden weightlessness followed by a harsh tug at his ankles.
Before he could grasp what was happening, he found himself hanging upside down, the world a dizzying, inverted blur of white and shadow. His ankles were bound tightly by a rope that felt as cold as the creatures that had ensnared him.
Dangling from the skeletal limb of a dead tree, Lassim struggled against his bonds, but the rope was infused with some malign energy that resisted his elements.
His efforts to summon lightning or water blades were smothered by the oppressive aura of the place, leaving him helplessly swinging in the bitter wind. The rope itself also was slowly draining his mana reserves and weakening him.
As the minutes dragged into nearly an hour of him hanging helplessly there, Lassim’s body began to numb from the cold. His thoughts turned sluggish as despair crept in.
The wind continued its cold, mournful wail, and the snowflakes seemed to mock him with their now more serene, silent descent.
Every so often, he could sense the dark entities circling in the trees in the distance, their presence just out of sight, waiting for something.
Hanging there, resigned to the grim fate that might soon befall him, Lassim tried to steel his spirit against the fear and helplessness that threatened to overwhelm him.
He whispered to Mari and Zaphy, seeking any comfort or guidance they might offer in what could be his final moments.
"Mari, Zaphy, I... I don’t know if there’s a way out of this," he admitted, his voice barely audible above the wind. "If this is where our journey ends, know that I’m grateful for everything until now."
Mari’s voice, though faint, resonated with warmth in his mind. "Child, do not lose hope. This is just another challenge on your path. This is just a test of your spirit and resolve. You are not alone, you have us."
Zaphy, ever the fiery spirit, added with a spark of defiance in her weakening voice, "We’re not giving up! You’re smart brother! Think-Think! You’ll think of something! We’ll get through this together."
Buoyed slightly by their words, Lassim took a deep, shuddering breath as he hardened his resolve to get through this. He couldn’t let this be the end—not without a fight.
As he hung from the tree, the cold biting deeper into his bones, Lassim’s mind raced, searching for any strategy, any sliver of possibility that might yet turn the tide in his favor.