themonasnovels Chapter 1077: Chapter 1076: Bascra (3)
Chapter 1077: Chapter 1076: Bascra (3)
Chapter 1077: Chapter 1076: Bascra (3)
"It is pitiful, witnessing the hubris of mortals on full display. No matter the lineage, no matter the talent, none of you can compare to us Fiends. We who are born of the fabric of this world directly, a gift to creation and a display of perfection made flesh. You can never
compare to us, so why do you struggle so?"
The boulders began to crash against the earth around us as the Fiend opted for a different strategy, letting the sand inside of them burst free with a vengeance as it pointed its scepter straight at each of us, directing a barrage of spinning pillars of sands to crash down on us in an attempt to break through our defenses.
"I am born of this world, blessed by this world; it has given me life anew and provided me with powers beyond your pitiful mortal imagination. The ability to make this scorching, lifeless waste into a bustling utopia of greenery! To turn this expanse of useless sand into a sprawling oasis meant for all who accept my rule! Why must you struggle against the natural order of the world?"
All Fiends seemed to love to hear their own voice, constantly preaching something or other to us as they attacked, leaving us to do as we pleased as they contributed to the talking and wasting of air.
The mixture of the magic we knew of today and the magic of the past was surprisingly easy to figure out as we were bombarded by it, the Fiend's affinity for both Earth Magic and Sand Magic on full display as they worked in tandem to bash against our defenses; the shrapnel of stone crashed against whatever it could touch, tearing large chunks of mana away and allowing the smaller, deadlier grains of sand to worm their way deeper into the barriers and create instabilities throughout our spells, disrupting the flow of mana and gradually cracking the domes around us open.
When the ground beneath me began to tremble and quake, I was forced to abandon my position as I realized that despite being surrounded in a dome of Light Mana, there was a single spot that I had been missing in my coverage, something that we all noticed instantly; something that was honestly rather obvious considering the affinities shown so far.
Beneath our feet, there rested hundreds upon thousands of grains of sand, and with no barriers sinking into the ground beneath us, the sand that had previously crashed against us wormed its way under the barrier and instead shot up towards our bodies, hoping to catch us off guard as another volley of boulders was sent hurtling towards us even quicker than before.
Ignoring the projectiles, I collapsed my barrier and focused on myself for now, my senses catching on all three of my wives as I took note of where they were and how they were already protecting themselves easily against this surprise attack, giving me the freedom of mind to act as I felt I needed.
once again.
"Why do you fight against change, little Demoness? Why fight against the inevitable? Why fight against the world itself? You only reaffirm my pity for you with this feeble attempt to live a little longer... after all, this desert is a monument of whittling down anything that dares to stand too tall."
"Do you ever get tired of hearing yourself speak? No one cares, birdbrain. And shouldn't you despise this 'monument' that you are so clearly drawing power from? Doesn't it stand against everything that you want?"
My feet barely touched the ground before I was jumping back into the air, avoiding the Fiend's playground entirely and instead making use of it's fascination with me to keep it focused primarily on me, so I used my blade to send more than just a few words its way.
The glittering arcs of Light Mana flew harmlessly into the sky behind the Fiend as it stepped aside, its feathered head tilting slightly as it watched them even as it replied "It does, to a degree. On one hand, it stifles change and progress, but on the other... it is a harbinger of change. Everything placed within its confines is beaten down by the sands and weathered by the winds. Nothing lasts here, requiring changes to be made... it's wonderful, and yet it can be better. I can make it better."
Looking back at me, the Fiend raised that golden scepter and traced out a single rune, this one glowing not brown, nor a goldish brown, but instead an iridescent blue that made me shiver as it began to warp the space in front of itself, solidifying the air and creating a mirror that showed a reflection of... me, but not actually me.
I was still armored, still clad in golden light, but instead of my current features, the me that was shown was scarred and showing no emotion at all, her golden eyes focused straight onto mine as she threw herself towards the mirror, those orbs ablaze with emotions I haven't felt
yet.
It gave me pause as I stared into that mirror for a second or two, before I wrenched my gaze free and looked at the Fiend who had summoned it, wondering what trickery was afoot with a spell like that; something using the mana that originated with the Fiends themselves was never going to be simple, but I just couldn't understand what was being shown to me...
Not that it mattered, since the likely reason it had done so was to buy that second or two to send a barrage of rock needles straight at my chest, pushing me back into a pillar of sand that crashed into the ground around me, trapping me inside the desert's embrace.