Carelessly, walking through the dozens of pathways and doors as the arrow kept pointing the exit, which is still nowhere to be seen, after many hours of marching and entering different ways (that all look identical to each other with its rocky walls and crevices spotted at each interception) - believing I was just going in circles - I continued anyway.
Two hours passed since then, and I still cannot find any way out of this hell hole. Sudden glimmers of blue arrays shone through the darkness of the halls and the light of the guide. Cautiously I marched through and witnessed a glorified scenery.
Azure crystals illuminated the terrain with spectacular glitter. The surroundings were bare; except for the four crimson shackles latched unto a hovering piece of land right in the centre with the heavy blood chains each corner. The landscape itself was perfectly clean/clear and what's more curious is the floating land as it had a more chiselled and manufactured look as though it was man-made.
Staring upwards to see what's above the fixed floating earth but, heavenly radiant of light blinded my view as soft elegant singing was silenced by the stillness of the atmosphere. An old ancient song for praying to God was heard. The voice was calming until it stopped solemnly. Desperately, I searched for a way up, something inside just wants to hear it again.
The region was barren, it came to me, the iron manacles are attached to it. I began my climb upwards using the links of cuffs as foot holders, I made it up without a cinch. I made it up here. An unearthly beauty beheld in front of me with devoid eyes and dire looks.
Black strands flowed down to her waist like a waterfall with glossy qualities that of which even goddesses envy. She posed down on her knees with weakness, that has not overshadowed her grace. Her dress, which looked dirtied and outdated as though it has been ages, was still in good condition and defined her petite figure. Delicate tears dripped from her eyes with helplessness. Abruptly, she fainted at the very sight of me.
I came closer to see if she was alright, however, as I approached an invisible barrier set in motion and hurled me not too far. Arcanic circles appeared - describing some sort of seal that surrounded her - judging the number of circles and complexity of them all suggested it was that of an alpha level or above.
Guilt fell upon me as I couldn't save the girl until a sudden murmur reached my head.
« Aye kid, over here, over here » a comical voice appeared none of which I have heard before
« What's going on, who is this » I responded in urgency and unfamiliarity as the voice started to echo with constant directions.
« Look to the right! Not your right, my right! Meaning your left! » I followed his guide when I saw rusting iron deeply pierced into the ground like a nail pinned in wood, just sticking out near the edge of this platform. I could make out weird patterns of the handle but, not really sure what kind of thing this is.
« Now pick me up with all the force you can muster, I yearn for a master as being like this is depressing » It begged with a tone of loneliness.
I gripped tightly on the handle and started lifting. My first attempt ended in failure as the voice starts to mock my effort as not only was it heavy but, it's the centre of gravity was nowhere to be found.
« Come on, you have to try harder than that to unsheathe me,» it remarked with pride and arrogance.
I looked at my hand as it was turned black from all the rust. I clenched my first and tried again, gripping the handle from the bottom and started to lift. A few minutes passed, hand still wrapped on the handle and my energy depleted long before then but, still continuing.
A few more minutes passed, as I completely fell on the floor; gasping for air and sweat dripping down from my face. I looked over my shoulder to see the girl still unconscious as extra weight burdened me.
« I'm so tired, fine I'll give you a hint, try using your arcania whilst pulling » the mysterious weapon advised as I soon realised my ignorance.
I concentrated to release my arcania and then discharged it raw.
« Aw, you have a very interesting power of which I haven't seen in decades » the voice flattered me, I blushed slightly.
'Okay this is it I am going to pull it out this time; three times the charm' I thought. Slowly hooking my hands - glowing with arcania - around the hilt as I made out its shape of a curved sword.
This attempt felt different than the first two. As soon as I touched the weapon its pressure weighed down on me and felt more difficult to lift. With all my might I slowly started to pull upwards as I could feel it slightly shifting. Tremendous relief as I could the movement as I felt as though more energy filled me and encouraged me to fully pull. I pulled. I pulled. I pulled. The blade swiftly came out with clangs of metal hitting the sides of the scabbard.
The blade felt intense with an extraordinary shape as it was slightly curved and lined with aberrant braids branded into both the handle and the blade itself. As I unsheathe the weapon from its cover, it glinted with astonishment as the voice replied with
« Well done, my name is Kami no Teki which translate to the enemy of god. For I am the very first katana forged by Hachiman, the god of warriors »
*The kami no Teki also known as the enemy of god, holds great power, forged with heavenly abilities as it was known for its one hit kill, haven't been located for centuries ever since the legendary battle of gods. Still a myth to this day*
Feeling the immense power within the katana,
« Now! Form a contract with me to utilise and exert my power to free the female from her entrapment »
I held onto the weapon and started changing the pact spell; that I remembered from class. An arcanic bond branded on the blade collar and my right backhand with the same insignia.
Instinctively, my body moves wildly as I steady my strike against the blockade. The nimble movement of my body as I cleanly cut the obstacle with only a bit of force against it. I came out of my subconsciousness as realised the amount of power behind this sword. I picked up the girl to check her if she is alright. the sword seemed to silenced.
She was breathing fine as I gradually try to awaken her. Her eyes start to flickering open as she cries with relief as I let her back on her feet. Finally, wiping her tears and asked
« Thank you for saving me and if I may ask who are you? » she said in a gentle tone.
« Hi, I'm Jackal Gannon, a human from the country of Harvis and you are? » I replied politely.
« I'm Alice Demitriou from the angel clan from sky island : Biblica also what time zone are we currently in? » She instantly responded with curiosity but, also anxiety.
« We are in Year V988, in the era of Chronis »
I answered with a huge gulp.
« Year V988, I cannot believe that I was stuck here for more than 100 years » She replied with some surprise but, not much.
*Angels lifespan are ten times more than humans so their max life is around 1000 years *
« Anyways, I am deeply grateful and wish to have another request. May I join you as I can still remember the horrors of being inside the angel society with all their fake expressions. Locking me away due to only possessing one black wing , calling me and branding me as a fallen angel » She thoroughly explained her predicament.
« I understand, the meaning of being outcasted as therefore you shall venture alongside me. I shall cast the enslavement spell to bond our goals. Are you ready » I say with a smile, pursuing my idealism of heroism.
« I'm ready » She says with all the courage she can hold as I start to chant words and arcanic circle appeared on her left backhand and so did mine. Glowing with a furnished look as the pain was just about durable to her liking.
She out of the blue with excitement said
« I ,Alice Demitriou, is only yours from now on. Hope you take care of me, master! »