(Marvel, DC, images, manhuas, and every anime that will be mentioned and used in this story are not mine. They all belong to their respective owners. The main character "Karito Josue Valdez" and the story are mine)
One year has passed in Dimension V of the League of Legends Omniverse. The two Guardians were transported into different dimensions, allowing the Darks to continue their amalgamation of a Cosmology for the new Omniverse. The entirety of the dimension has been terraformed into a cursed land. Different characters from various verses are leading every city and continent worldwide. No one can oppose them, as no character in existence can harm a Dark due to their Hax abilities. How can they even hurt characters who are the equivalent of an editor? Some of them even killed their Author, though that's more of an SCP thing.
In a realm where the dead either pass peacefully by a white ethereal arrow or through the maws of a wolf, two beings existed. Usually, they would see souls cross this realm for a swift or cruel end, but this time, these two beings had ceased their purpose, for they had heard the primal scream that echoed through the entire universe.
They are known as Kindred, comprising two entities. One is called Lamb, the calm marksman who swiftly and painlessly ends the lives of those who accept death, shooting them down with a single well-aimed arrow. Lamb appears to be Kindred's decision-maker, often pointing Wolf toward their goal and explaining the emotions of others to Wolf. Despite being calmer and less prone to violence than Wolf, Lamb is noticeably more apathetic towards others. The other half is called Wolf, the bestial part of Kindred, representing a violent death. Those who do not fall to Lamb's arrows doom themselves to Wolf's jaws as he goes on the chase. Always hungry, he feels emotion but does not truly understand it—the counterpart to Lamb's impassive knowledge of feelings. The Kindred stalk the world, bringing peaceful death to those who fall by Lamb's hand. All who do not fall make one more chase for Wolf.
Though that's how things would be according to the original lore, after the Darks invaded, their purpose was revoked. They have been replaced by a more cruel being. They are on the run, escaping the fate of being erased from existence or becoming another corrupted champion within this dimension.
But things have come to a sudden pause. The scream made every single living being stop. It raised many alarms. Some thought that another "corruption" was going to happen, that they would be turned into something they are not. How wrong they were.
The only ones who know what is truly going on are the Darks that were in this dimension before its transformation. Each one of them occupies their own country, sitting in their throne rooms. A chill went down their spines. That's when they knew that the two Guardians, whom they thought were imprisoned for eternity, had escaped. And they carried a rage that could break even the most strong-willed men. The Doom Slayer would be proud of such rage.
The first to call a telepathic meeting was Anansi, who had clear panic in his visage. "You told us they weren't going to escape for an eternity! What is the meaning of this, Kwaku?!" the God of Strength, Hercules, angrily shouted at his ally.
Pinching the bridge of his nose, the Spider God answered, "How the fuck am I supposed to know? Godzilla was supposed to be out of Ace's league! Using an inaccessible cardinal and Mahlo cardinal was supposed to be too extreme for Spider-Man! How did he break infinity?!" He continued to ask himself these questions.
Wrath incarnate spoke, looking at seemingly nothing, "How strong was the Guardian's punch to change the entire format of the story?"
"He broke the goddamn story, Mangog. That's how!" The Red Goblin snarled.
"Control your tone, Goblin," Mangog frowned.
"Tch," he clicked his tongue.
"Do we know where he is?" Juggernaut asked.
"Usually, we could sense each other's presence. But... I can't sense him," the Spider-God spoke with shock.
"What?!" Juggernaut shouted.
"This is bad, this is really bad," the God of Strength finally spoke.
"No fucking shit, Hercules! These Guardians have become more powerful than ever! And I've received reports that the third one cleared the Omniverse he was in! He's coming back to assist these two in this Omniverse!" Mangog angrily shouted.
The group of Darks argued with each other inside the mental landscape. The Spider-God was the only one lost in thought, his feet tapping the floor repeatedly. That was until he proposed an idea.
"This entire dimension is under our control. We can ask for help from other Darks. It won't cause a dimensional collapse if we limit the Pure Darks to up to ten of us. We can summon armies here, as many as we need. We know that the Original Guardian can disrupt our portals. He needs to be gone first before we deal with the other two. Post a bounty here for all the characters that have been turned into a Dark. They will have to fight whole countries flooded with Dark minions and ten of us. We just hope strong Darks answer our calls," the Spider-God concluded.
All the Darks inside the landscape stared seriously. Looking at each other, they all nodded and left. Attacking them now would cause problems, one of them being plot alteration. The Guardians have grown way too powerful, to the point that the Darks have to be careful not to activate their plot armor or fate manipulation at full throttle. There is also the fact that one of the Guardians managed to destroy an Inaccessible Cardinal and a Mahlo Cardinal, which is considered a Boundless-level feat at most. Kwaku was anxious. He had no idea what Spider-Man did or how he even reached that level of power so fast. But that's the thing—time in the dimension his enemy was trapped in worked extremely differently. Just how many years did it take for that Guardian to reach the level of a God?
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Adriel Pov
It was dark all around me. Or maybe I had just fallen unconscious after shattering that entire dimension. I just know I feel numb, especially in my arms. My system has also been acting extremely strange, as if I broke it. Though, that was on purpose. I don't even know how I managed to remain sane after being trapped there for so long. Of course, I don't remember my previous deaths because I completely reset my whole existence so that the death ability from that asshole could be erased as well. I was lucky that the ??? skill activated at that moment to ensure my survival.
Fuck, man... I've been stuck there for nine hundred decillion years. Ahaha... God... I gotta wake up. I know I'm back in Dimension V.
"W-We found him," someone spoke with a trembling voice.
"Our savior..." a deep voice spoke right after.
"Wolf, we need to help him. He's hurt, and we cannot allow him to die. He is essential for this entire dimension to survive," she addressed the deep voice as Wolf.
"Yes, Lamb... let's help him..." Wolf responded and quickly carried the Guardian on his back.
"Don't worry, my lord," Lamb said. "Aurelion Sol has informed us of your existence. We will keep you safe until you recover," her ethereal voice soothed the Guardian.
Well, at least I don't have to kill them. I could have sworn Wolf was a lot more cruel, while Lamb was more... nice, I guess? But that tells me how much this dimension has changed while we Guardians were sent somewhere else. I wonder if Lillia is okay. She probably thinks I abandoned her... or... no. Let's not think like that. She's kind-hearted but not stupid. She's a champion. Let's hope she at least managed to evade the Darks for a whole year.
A few minutes later...
It's been a while since I've checked my status. Clearly, I've gotten stronger, how strong exactly? I don't know. Let's find out.
Player: Adriel Josue Valdez
Level: 1
EXP: 0/1,000,000
HP: 9,254,000/9,254,000
Prestige: Elder God
Hero: Spider-Man (Miles Morales)
STR: 9,269
END: 9,254
INT: 9,254
DEX: 10,970
VIT: 9,254
I think I might be trippin'. Am I seeing things right? What the actual hell happened to my stats? This insane jump in levels is... it's as if I broke it. If this is the case, then the system calculated the points like this:
3 points / level × 100 levels = 300 points
3 points / level × 100 levels × 100 prestige multiplier × 2 prestige's = 60,000 points
300 points + 60,000 points = 60,300 points
Each Stat Share= 5 × 1.2 / 60,300 = 10,050points
Each Other Stat Share = 1.2 / 10,050 = 8,375 points
Look's like the system did change how it calculates things, how curious...
Wait... what is this skill?
God Of Martial Arts: The ultimate pinnacle of martial prowess, embodying an all-encompassing mastery of every known and unknown martial discipline. This skill transcends the physical and metaphysical boundaries of combat, allowing the wielder to seamlessly integrate and execute techniques from all martial arts with divine precision and fluidity. With this skill, Adriel Josue Valdez commands unparalleled strategic acumen, supreme reflexes, and divine strength, elevating him to the status of an invincible martial deity.
I totally broke the system, it seems. I must have gotten this after forcefully taking away Shang Chi's skills, and it must have adapted in the meantime. This should certainly be useful. If I had to guess, only people with the same skill or superior skills should be able to compete with me. Killing the Darks shouldn't be too hard of a task. The only ones I would have to worry about are Hercules, Mangog, and Anansi—the literal gods. That is, if they bring more people. It shouldn't be too much of a problem, though.
"How is he, Lamb?" Wolf suddenly spoke.
"He... he's alright? That's strange; he was so injured a second ago. Just how fast is his healing factor?" Lamb answered, surprised.
I guess I should wake up. I've been napping long enough already.
Slowly, I started to shift on Wolf's back, making the being stiffen.
"I-I think he's waking up, Lamb!" He panicked.
"Don't scream!" She whispered. "Put him down gently," she patted the floor.
Slowly, Wolf had put my shifting body on the ground as Toxin had unmasked me. I slowly opened my eyes not needing to frown because this dimension was relatively dim with light. I heard two gasp from opposite sides. To my left, I saw Wolf looking expectantly, and to my left was Lamb who worryingly looked over me.
"My lord, are you alright?" Asked Lamb.
Pinching the bridge of my nose, I replied, "Don't call me that... It's embarrassing."
She quickly bowed, "I-I'm sorry, Guardian!"
I sighed.
"Guardian, how are you feeling?" Questioned Wolf.
"I'm fine. Already healed from my injuries," I said nonchalantly. "What has happened to Runeterra?"
"The Dark's managed to terraform not just the planet but the entire dimension."
"All of it's countries are controlled by a Dark from a different dimension," continued Lamb.
"How many champions have been turned?"
"80% of champions have been turned into a Dark, Guardian," answered Wolf.
"Shit, just around 30 or so champions are left?"
"Yes, Guardian," replied Lamb.
"Is there a resistance camp?"
"Near Ixtal"
"We'll be going there in a bit. But first..." I turn around. "Lamb, in 3 seconds shift your head to the right. Wolf dodge to the left."
Wolf looked confused, "What are you-!!!"
And just as instructed, they dodged arrows infused with magic. Lamb and Wolf moved swiftly, the arrows plunging into the ground. A loud clang echoed in the empty landscape as an arrow bounced off my suit, falling harmlessly to the ground.
My gaze straightened as I saw a woman. "Atalanta..." I mumbled. "Well, I'm a huge fan," I complimented.
Atalanta is a huntress who wears green clothing, clad in verdant hues with cold, sharp eyes containing a beastly glint. Her hair is long and unkempt, completely lacking the silkiness typical among those of noble birth. She is a beautiful beast in human form, let's be honest.
Atalanta's charm includes her animal-like ears and the tail on her lower back. These traits of a half-human, half-beast are typical in anime fashion. Her animal ears and tail are symbols and after-effects of a curse told of in her legend—or so they should have been, but she actually seems to like them, and I do too.
She lowered her bow and scowled. "Spare me the flattery, Guardian. You know why I'm here."
I sighed, already having more than enough bullshit scarring my brain. "Look, Ata... I am VERY tired. I would appreciate a break for just a bit. So please, I don't want my mood to sour more than it already is," I glared.
"Too bad, Guardian. An execution order has been sent for your head. It's only a matter of time before you are hunted down," she threatened.
Thump-Thump
I have been feeling like absolute shit. Anything that slightly bothers me has been triggering me.
Thump-Thump
My heart feels like it's about to burst through my chest.
"I'll be having your head, Guardian!" She quickly dashed toward me.
Thump-Thump
Shut up... What the fuck are these emotions? It's like they're mine but also aren't.
Thump-Thump
Fuck! I'm so goddamn pissed!
"Ahhhhh!" Dark Atalanta swung her blade toward my head.
How fucking dare you put all the blame on me! FUCK!
"GUARDIAN!" Both Lamb and Wolf screamed in unison.
I stepped to the side, calm and precise. With a flick of my finger, I hit Atalanta's wrist, making her hand stiffen as I struck a nerve.
"Ack! What the-?!" she panicked.
"Shut the fuck up, you lying piece of shit!" For the first time, I performed a perfect uppercut. So perfect that upon touching Atalanta's chin, space itself bent, and so did the dimension we were currently in. Her head ceased to exist.
Both Wolf and Lamb stared in shock at what they just witnessed. I on the other hand just clicked my tongue seeing my fist emit smoke until it died down. These emotions... betrayal and others. This is unbearable...
"Let's go..." I ordered with a hint of tiredness.
"Y-Yes, Guardian," Lamb followed while Wolf remained silent.
With just a thought, I distorted space itself and searched for the hidden resistance camp near Ixtal. It didn't take long to discern who was corrupted and who wasn't. I opened a portal and stepped through, with Lamb and Wolf following.
On the other side of the portal, I saw about five tents hidden in the forest of Ixtal. What I remember about this country is that it's renowned for its mastery of elemental magic. Ixtal was one of the first independent nations to join the Shuriman Empire. Its culture is much older—part of the great westward diaspora that gave rise to civilizations including the Buhru, magnificent Helia, and the ascetics of Targon. It's likely they played a significant role in the creation of the first Ascended.
Now, that's been taken care of. These are just survivors, but I sense a champion to my left.
I snatched the tangle thrown at me, hearing a gasp of surprise from the direction it came. This tangle... it's Neeko.
I raised my voice, boredom evident. "I mean no harm," I said.
"Neeko has heard that before! Not again!" she screamed.
Well, I should have seen that coming. After how this whole planet has been turned into a shithole, every champion must be on edge. But one look or touch from me should calm them down. In an instant, I appeared in front of Neeko. She hadn't even registered that I was now inches away from her. I watched her expression slowly change to shock, her body slowly retracting.
My reaction speed has clearly improved. Is this how the Flash feels? God, what a curse. Good thing I can switch it off and on.
Before Neeko could backflip away to gain some distance, I hugged her.
"It's been hard... hasn't it?" I gently whispered.
"G-Get off me! Y-You killer!" she fiercely tried to push me away.
"Don't worry, Neeko... I am here now..."
"Ah!" she gasped, feeling a sensation of warmth. Her eyes watered. "W-Who are you?" she asked, as if hypnotized.
"I'm the Guardian, Spider-Man... and I am here to save you all."
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Pov Peter Parker
Well, ladies and gentlemen, it's been a while, hasn't it? The jump from Halo and then into a TV series is a crazy one, let me tell you. It's always one headache after another. So, you're wondering what I'm doing right now?
Well... as it seems to be a constant case for us Guardians... I'm falling... from space... to Runeterra. Yeah, I know. How the TOBA did I get my ass all the way up there? It's what happens when you're being chased by 8 Darks in "The Bridge." It wasn't fun, let me tell you that. Luckily, I crashed through the League of Legends Omniverse before Morgana could turn me into her new toy.
Seriously? What's with me and getting all the demon chicks?
Anyway, this suit of mine is gonna be fine, and I'm not too worried about the impact. I can survive it, with a bit of pain. Now I'm entering Runeterra... and there goes my suit lighting ablaze... I'm super thankful for this new and improved Iron Suit; I don't feel a thing. According to my info-dumping powers, I'm gonna crash land in Freljord. Great, this should be fun.
I crashed into the ground, creating an explosion that melted the snow on the mountain I landed on. In the middle of the crater, I slowly stood up. My armor was steaming as I looked around.
"Peter," Karen spoke, "I'm detecting Dark minions nearby. They're surrounding a Champion as we speak."
I popped my neck, making a few hops. "Well, let's get this show on the road!" With a leap, I cleared an entire mile and used my web wings to glide through the snowy mountain. My Spider-senses helped me locate the minions and who they were chasing.
"These monsters, they seem to be from the novel I Have No Mouth, and I Must Scream," Karen said with a hint of worry.
"Wait... please... don't tell me that he is here?"
"I can detect 10 Darks on this planet. One was killed in a separate dimension from this one."
"Shit... Goddamn it," I cursed. I did not want to deal with a villain as cruel as... him.
Karen quickly interrupted my train of thought, "Focus, Peter. Save the champion from those robots."
"Roger," I said as my rocket boots charged and I broke the sound barrier.
I quickly appeared on top of one of the 7 robots, smashing it to the floor. The remaining robots turned to face me.
"Alright Terminators. Left or right, which one wants to go good night?"
The nearest robot leaped into the air, forming a blade with its arm. I was unfazed and let the blade touch me, shattering upon impact. Before the robot could recover, I pierced my arm through its chest, grabbing its core and smashing it.
"Get over here!" I shot a web line to my next target, latching onto its face. I pulled it toward me and used its deceased partner's body to shatter both their bodies upon impact. "Now that's a home run!" I joked.
The remaining 4 robots looked at each other and started to run away, but I quickly ensnared their legs with webs, making them fall. "And taser!" As commanded, the webs started to electrocute them, and they were out of commission for good.
"Ugh... help," a weak voice called out.
I turned my head, spotting the wounded man. He was a large, fair-skinned, bald man with comically large muscles and a brown mustache. He had a large tattoo that covered his left arm to his pectoral. He wore a large shoulder pad on his right shoulder that connected to a large belt buckle with a symbol of a ram's head. He carried a large shield with a ram's head forged in the center.
"It's Braum," Karen confirmed.
"Don't worry, big guy, you're safe now," I said as I walked towards him, breaking a potion.
"W-What? I-I feel brand new! What magic did you use?!" Braum asked, surprised.
"Walgreens, buddy."
"The walls are green?"
"Pfff..." I snorted.
"Well, you're a funny one, aren't you?" Braum smiled. "I appreciate the help, hero, but I need to save my people."
"Oh, that's what I'm here for!"
"Really? Who are you?" Braum asked with curiosity and with a hint of suspicion.
"I'm a Guardian, Spider-Boy... and I am here to save you all."
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Ace Pov
Smash!
"Ugh!" I cried out as a bat broke upon contacting my face.
"Where are the other Guardians?" a pale man questioned.
My hands were bound by darkenstine chains, rendering me unable to escape. Shit... how long have I been in here? I know it hasn't been more than a week. My luck just happened to be incredibly shit.
How was I supposed to know I was going to crash-land into the Shadow Isles? And it just happens to be infested with Darks. All the Champions in this region were turned, but they weren't the ones to capture me. It was that bastard, Red Goblin. After I finished my mission in that alternate dimension, I was forcibly teleported here by the Black Hole. Crashing into multiple buildings, I wasn't given any sort of break before I was attacked by Dark Soldiers. I managed to hold on for a bit until Goblin just spawned into the area and took me down. It was humiliating. I thought I had grown stronger after defeating Godzilla, but this damn walking red paste just two-shotted me?!
I call bullshit! Why are these people so damn strong?! I know about the ungodly amount of buffs Darks get when turning, but this amount is insane!
Pow!
"Ack!" I was suddenly punched, interrupting my train of thought.
"I am running out of patience! The Goblin wants answers, and I WILL get them! Don't make me increase the intensity of this interrogation!" the pale man screamed in frustration.
"Ahahaha!" I laughed at the mention of 'interrogation,' such utter bullshit. "You call this interrogating?" I asked with a bloody smirk. "Shit... I don't wanna see how a normal conversation will go."
"Tch!" Using his Dark powers, the man grabbed my nail and ripped it off, making me scream in pain.
"HAAAAAA! FUCK! FUCK YOU, ASSHOLE! FUCK!" I clenched my teeth, glaring at my torturer. "How the fuck am I supposed to know?! I can't sense anyone right now! You infested the damn Verse, you idiot!"
"You Guardians have a connection no matter what! Don't bullshit me, Ace!"
"I'm not! Jesus, Viego! Do you listen where the sun doesn't shine?!"
BOOM! CRACK!
"NGH!!! THERE GOES A FUCKIN' RIB! HAAAA!" A loud pop echoed down the dungeons as Viego used the side of his blade to hit me.
Viego had a pale complexion, spectral green eyes, and white hair. He was adorned with a green, spectral crown and had a triangle-shaped wound in his chest, where Black Mist poured out. Viego wore a black leather jacket and pants with light armor and no shirt, showing off his bare, sculpted chest. He wielded Sanctity, the Blade of the King, a spectral Zweihänder with the crest of Camavor on its hilt. Viego could also manifest armor made from Black Mist, including a helmet and a chest plate.
"Tch, we'll continue this later. I'm tired of this." The wraith disappeared.
I looked downward, the darkenstine chains keeping me suspended, disabling my powers. They emitted a stinging sensation, as if I were constantly being stabbed by nails. This pain... it doesn't even let me sleep.
I wonder how long it will take for the other two Guardians to come here. I need assistance, unless something happens that benefits me. But when will that happen? I'll just have to wait. They don't want to kill me, but I know eventually they will send a mind reader. I have found ways to counter them, but it's only a temporary measure. I can only hold out for so long...
But I know that there is something we Guardians always have, and that is hope. I will try my best to hold on... I need help, Spider-Men...
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Adriel Pov
After a few minutes, I managed to tame the small camp of survivors. I did side-eye Kindred as I was promised a resistance, but I understand just how bad things are here. It's worse than I thought. I sensed Peter entering this planet's orbit and crash-landing in Freljord. He should be able to deal with the Dark that controls that area. Now, the one I'm worried about is Ace. To be honest, I had hoped he would land in a safe area, but it seems he was extremely unlucky to meet a Pure Dark face-to-face. He had just finished fighting Godzilla, so he was extremely tired.
Now... to talk to the surviving Champion of this region.
"Neeko?" I spoke gently.
She fidgeted slightly, casting her gaze down. "Y-Yes?" she asked in a low tone.
"What happened to Ixtal?"
Neeko's fists clenched. She hesitated for a moment but proceeded to answer my question, "T-They came from the sky," she stuttered.
With my enhanced senses, I determined the enemy. "Symbiotes... again," I face-palmed. That must be an area Red Goblin had invaded.
"Y-You know these monsters?" she asked, surprised.
"Yeah, I managed to stop an invasion of them by myself on another planet," I stated nonchalantly.
"By yourself?!" she exclaimed in shock. "T-There's no way! We couldn't even hurt them! How did you manage to defeat an entire army of them by yourself?"
"I prepared myself for an entire year. I also knew how to deal with them. So I'm gonna have to do the same thing here again."
"Y-You're planning on going alone, Guardian?" Lamb questioned, shocked.
"Lamb, this guy just radiates power. I wouldn't be surprised if he can take an entire country by himself with no difficulty," Wolf answered.
"Neeko is glad that you guys are okay. It's been a while... since..." she paused.
"Since we champions had to fight each other for their entertainment," Lamb answered.
"Neeko," I interrupted.
"Hm?"
"Did you see anyone who seemed more powerful than the rest?"
"Um... yes... but she didn't seem like those 'Symbiotes' that you mentioned," she clarified.
"She?" I swear to God, if it's another Fate character. "How does she look?" I asked.
"H-Her skin and hair are pale, her dress is black, and her armor is darkened and becomes dark purple, with several blood-red linings painted on it. She carries a black sword with blood-red linings and has yellow eyes," Neeko said, spacing out as she remembered the details of the one who led the army of symbiotes.
I face-palmed. "It's fucking Alter Saber..." I sighed internally. "I just hope it's the one from the series and not the games/novels," I muttered to myself.
Neeko and Kindred looked at me strangely. "Games? Novels?" they asked.
"You wouldn't get it," I avoided the question. I stood up, looking in the opposite direction of Ixtal.
"Guardian?" Lamb looked at me in confusion.
"One of my comrades needs assistance... But I have an idea of what to do."
Wolf just stared in confusion. "Wait... the other Guardians are here? Since when?!"
"Since now," I said, walking a bit further back and forming a symbiotic spear infused with electricity.
"Guardian, what are you doing?" asked Lamb.
"I'm gonna throw him a weapon."
"I-I beg your pardon?"
"You heard me, Lamb." I pulled back the spear. "He's about to cause havoc in the Shadow Isles."
"What are you gonna do? Throw the spear from here?" Wolf asked uncertainly.
"Yeah, I'm doing exactly..." I stomped into the ground, cracking the floor. "WHAT I'M GONNA—" my arm stiffened, "DO!"
I threw the spear high into the sky as it broke the sound barrier and parted the clouds. It went further and further until it shone and disappeared.
"Any second now..."
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Ace Pov
Minutes had passed, blood dripping from my lips onto the floor. Soon after, I heard footsteps approaching my cell. A blue glow lit up the dark room as my guest entered. His head was a twisted approximation of a human skull, floating, fanged, and wrapped in green flame, with three skeletal appendages attached like hair. His clothes were dark blue, extremely tattered, and lined with bones. Most notably, he wore a large overcoat with a flared, oversized collar. He had black armor on his feet and hands, but his clawed gauntlets glowed a spectral green. He carried a short-handled scythe in his right hand and a levitating lantern in his left. The lantern, also seemingly constructed from bones, glowed and swirled from the souls within. Both implements were attached to chains fashioned from bones. A pair of keys dangled from the front of his belt.
"Hello, Ace. We meet again," the Wraith smiled wickedly.
"What do you want now... Thresh?"
"Well, I love to torture people, and I also have to peek into your head. You're being too much of a thorn to us, and the bosses are running out of patience," Thresh answered with annoyance.
"Well, after their plan to trap us all failed, I'm sure they are in a bit of a panic," I chuckled.
Thresh glared at me, "You aren't going to be smiling after what I'm gonna—"
A loud shockwave echoed through the entire land.
"What the—?"
BOOM!
A large explosion covered the entire area, making me close my eyes and brace for impact. After a few minutes, the only thing around me was destruction. The chains were also destroyed. I looked forward, seeing the source of the explosion. My honest reaction was a smirk because I recognized the pattern of the spear that pierced Thresh's body. Walking forward, I grabbed the spear as it quickly liquified and entered my body, healing me. In just a second, I was completely healed.
An alarm blared across the Isle. They knew something was wrong and that I had escaped. Well, too bad. I know I can deal with them. I'm gonna have to thank that Guardian for throwing the spear. How did he do that from such a long distance and so precisely? I'll have to ask him when I meet him.
As I stretched, I was quickly surrounded by the nine champions of the Shadow Isles, all glaring at me.
"I am really going to beat the shit out of you for disturbing my sleep," a pale-skinned Yordle complained.
"Haha! This region's champions are all so edgy," I mocked, feeling rejuvenated.
"Flame Guardian! This is a battle you don't want. Surrender, or we will have to beat you senseless," an emaciated, hunched spirit with several spectral spears protruding from her torso spoke.
"Your boss ain't here this time! I bet I can take all of you down! Come on! Are you afraid of little 'ol me?" I continued to taunt.
"He's fucking dead!" an irritated Viego rushed.
"We can't seem to catch a break," a red-haired arachnid woman spoke tiredly.
All nine champions rushed me at the same time. Without hesitation, my flames surrounded me like a barrier. I formed words with my fingertips saying, "Come on!"
"Nine vs. one? I like my odds."
To Be Continued...
Author's Note:
I apologize for the long wait. The amount of unfortunate events that came my way was so much that I had to make a small pause on things because it was being too much. But worry not, I will continue with my groove on this! Just needed a bit of a break for my mind to recover. I appreciate those who checked on me, your kindness is always appreciated!