*Clank*
*Hiss!*
A cornered viking clashing against the dark dwelling assassin that drew blood and weakened him,
The brute that transformed into a strongman sharing a comparability to an ogre that were intially the father sillhouette of Julie.
Taking advantage of the Slayer's low visibility and attacking from the darkness - the Slayer could only take defensive position as he wasn't healthy enough to overwhelm their fighting tactics.
Promptly, if he attempt to attack the ogre siren, the assassin will pierce through his blind spot and the ogre will have an upperhand if he wish to crush the assassin first,
Their synergy was a trap in itself and any careless movement will only tighten the hold on his life.
Be that as may be, The Slayer was not worried - for he had an independable trust upon a mystical existence,
While they did not explicitly converse nor do he know anything about it.
He had faith it will save him, that's his own judgement on that creature who remained by his side to witness his journey.
**
" Well, this is an embarassing moment. "
Aldritch babbled just when Jigmeh was on a losing-stalemate against the skilled sirens, as he pondered upon his options of assisting him.
He realized there was one only way he could reliably do yet,
It will depends on the Slayer himself whether to allow Aldritch to encroached his mind.
It's like playing a game and you're trying to share your screen - but the permission has to be granted from the other party,
But all for that would be an understatement as your own mind is a precious space.
Aldritch was for certain that The Slayer was smart enough to realize the connotation of such a power,
But since returning the village safely was a responsibility he must fulfill - He was resolved to do it.
" System - i want to utilized Manus Spirit to share my perspective and Shadow Glimpse at the same time, "
" Will that be possible? "
[ Who do you think i am? Of course, this is within my capabilities - judging from what you're attempting, it should be practically flawless to execute. ]
"Alright, thanks in advance - let's see how he can overcome this with my help. "
[ Consuming 100% of the mana ]
[ Assisting individual: Jigmeh ]
[ Permission: Pending... ]
**
A sense of delirium lingers in the air - the smell of iron clashing and blood gouring out of the Slayer,
Death's door is nigh but he showed no sign of weakness within those timespan.
Preserving his strength and perceiving the enemy's movement and attacks -
A man was willing to trade blows if required -
for he feared no pain nor mortality he possessed, only what is the consequences if what happens during his absence from the village.
Out of the blue - his vision dimmed but almost as if he had opened his eyes once again,
He saw himself from afar from where he would ambushing himself.
Subsequently, after a moment - his vision tilted and streak toward his body!
By pure instinct and prowess he moved his body from a third-person perspective and deflected the dagger that were aiming for him effectively.
At that moment, he understood the saving grace that he was blessed in this critical time!
*Clink*
*Crrr*
The fight that seems to last for eternity yet for the Slayer it was a new sensation of battle and way of training his strength.
Yes, he had slowly gotten used to this 'Crow's view' that he named it as if watching the battle from a bird from the sky - he was unleashed from his own awareness and expanded it in an unimaginable scale.
It was about time - he reassured himself while his blood boil and the pouring blood slowly closing by determination and frenzy.
**
Aldritch eyes fliched as he saw Jigmeh closing his eyes -
While it felt concerning, he knew that the Slayer of Monsters didn't lose heart - The Slayer was hunting the concealing prey as he had always done.
The assassin that were frustrated with it's inability to kill the Viking was estatics and took the opportunity to finish off the resting viking that ease it's guard down.
It bolted with the wind itself - striking the wounded waist on where the blind spot had drawn blood before.
As if time had stopped and the assassin had almost taste victory - the viking did the unexpected that only Aldritch and himself had faith in.
He gripped the assassin by the neck as it fell onto his lap, and with a roar remisicing of a demon,
The face of the assassin was met with the vigorious knee that with intent on shatter the skull and vent all the fury and betrayal whom cause a shattering shockwave by the technique alone!
If one assume his wrath was done with a plain mountain breaking technique - then you're too naive!
The Viking proceed to grab the remaining life of the assassin siren that were unconcious at this point and held him by the back and ripped him in two!
Blood and organs scattered newly brooded snow in the season -
But the siren ogre did not wait as he cowardly slashed at the viking back with lethality and precision!
Despite that it was futile because the viking has foreseen this and leaped toward the strike and side-stepping it, twisting the momentum for this hack at ogre siren!
"DEPART TO HEL!!! WHERE DAMNATION AWAITS!!"
The Slayer roared with bloodshot eyes and the racing against weakness that he is surpassing with this strike of the reaping axe that claims many of it's kind.
For he could hear the bones and flesh tearing bubbling and squishing that sublimed into his weapon.
Despite tearing the enemy down to earth with an axe latched on the creature's windpipe and maw - it wasn't enough!
The fist pummeling the axe to cut deeper and fatally again and again!
The Slayer were merciless not leaving anything up to chance as he use all of his force to engraved the axe bottomless and violently into the flesh until.
*Snap!*
The echoing decapitation resonated throughout the entire cave, signaling the end of the battle and life that staked everything into this one chance.
Succeeded in slaying his foes.
The Slayer slowly hanging onto the last thread of sanity - staggered and leaping out of this hellish-hole.
**
Aldritch witnessing the unrelentless fighter, walking back home and wounded - he was neither slow nor fast.
He presumed that Jigmeh must have lost his reasons and dragging his tattered body that were on the blink of exhaustion.
There has to be a reason for him to continue.
Yes, there has to be - Aldritch emphasized to tagging along with this man to the end.
Hours upon hours, as Aldritch led a long blood trail with the faceless helm fighter to his odyssey - With his ability they were be able to avoid any wild creature that could interrupt the longing and mission driven journey.
Until finally - they had stumbled back home.
But only a lingering breath of despair could be felt from the victorious warrior as he saw a blazing sight that burned into his very soul.
His village - aflamed and devastation as the fumes became the flag of extinction that welcomed his sight upon his once blooming village.
**
The viking boy wandered throughout the inferno street - where none was spared, the charcoal and smell of burnt flesh lingers in his wake and locked him subsided and restless.
He wanted to return home - where everything began again... but he wish to face his fear,
' Mother. '
The boy muttered with grimace and reddened vessel as it consumed his sight and the memories of the promises he made.
He wished to cry of anguish - he wished this departure wasn't so sudden, he wished...
His world wasn't so lonely...
He continued to besmirked himself mentally as he soon arrived at the home door with tragedy and hellscape behind him, where he could kneel to happiness again.
**
Aldritch awoken from his standing slumber and clutching his face - a long dream of innocent happiness that what it felt to him.
His eyes glint of the room he was staying in - it felt new and yet the familar aesthetics were there.
It was the same room he had first awakened to in this world - but he knew that place no longer exist.
*tap*
*tap*
The man who were called 'Leviathan' strolled through the mint condition house - there were missing memories here,
Aldritch could only shook his head in regrets.
Slowly he arrived at the front door where he unfolded the fear of the boy on the other side of it.
A livid field of flowers, there was that boy kneeling in front of a well-beloved yet decorated tombstone - although Aldritch could not discern his expression due to the helm he holds.
It eventuate a heavy force for him, or rather it became too heavy in his view.
The Slayer for the first time he had observe him for his entire journey - the man's presence reduced to as a small human child, one who cannot escape his torment of reality.
The viking who fear to leave this particular burial site - took a glance at Aldritch, finally showing his humanity to a monster he acknowledge.
"Dear God, why? "
The Viking remarked boomed with intense willpower and vehemence - He wasn't angry at the monster in front of him but rather the world itself that took everything from him despite his strength and ardour.
'...This dumbass need to be taught a lesson. '
Aldritch stride forward with the recalling deliberation and look down upon his summon, not out of superficial pride nor desire.
But only heart-to-heart and a son-to-son discussion.
He knew what the Slayer needed to hear, he could manipulate the fighter to his cause and command him to abandon this world that he had loved.
In spite of that - he will only give him the reality check that the boy needed, not out of pity or saintly desires but it's just-
'This is bullshit, all of it.'
With that last self-encourgement, Aldritch commanded the system to use a the skill: ' Manus Spirit. '
' You want to know? I'll tell you. '