BANG!
Above a previously tranquil forest, the mushroom cloud formed by a large explosion of earth and fire could be seen. Deep purple energies and emerald flames exploded in a mass of heat and debris. A silhouette shot backward out of a mushroom cloud of smoke. A youth in tattered cloth armor smashed through hundreds of trees before brutally crashing, making a massive crater in the ground.
"You damn witch!" The youth quickly climbed up despite his blood and bruises covering his body. His previously perfect clothing was now a mess. Sylvester spat on the ground in contempt. "To think that an immortal would attack a junior. You are unworthy of your status!"
"Foolish beast. Do you believe yourself blessed by fate? A beast will always be a beast, and my disciple losing to you is unjustified," said a soft and ethereal voice. Her voice possessed a subtle, seductive quality that made men hallucinate about beauties in the springtime.
"Unjustified? Be thankful I spared her soul. Do you think my Sky Fall Flames are for show? Do you blame your inadequacies on my superior lineage? Is it my fault your disciple was born a lowly negus hero? Are you such a sore loser?" spat the ninth prince with vicious and undisguised contempt.
Sylvester did not actually dislike the hero race, and he especially respected the Negus clans. His brother was half-hero, a negus. Even his mother was a hero. She may not have originally been a pure elf, but that was her current identity.
Regardless, the negus woman in front of him deserved death! How dare she assault him because her disciple had been defeated in fair competition? Sylvester wanted nothing more than to devour this woman's source essence.
Whose fault was it that her disciple didn't last more than a breath under the assault of his sword fusion?
Sylvester spat on the ground and continued to rave, "Sansa, pah! Luerong, pah! That's what I think of you and your bitch disciple. I should have bent her over during the match and given the crowd a real show!"
Sylvester was suddenly struck with a purple lash of energy and grunted roughly. However, he refused to scream, no matter how fierce the pain.
"Be silent, you foul-mouthed wastrel. Sylknarius Tricko, potential heir to the title of Sephiroth on the Anubis Great World. Without that flame, what are you? Trash at my feet." A peerlessly glamorous and chocolatey brown-skinned woman floats high in the skies above the crater. Sansa wore a sexy green low-cut dress that revealed many of her stunning assets.
Even Sylvester had to admit this woman was peerlessly excellent.
Only such a woman could be worthy of a ruler.
Even when enraged, her voice was captivating, "I know you have that item. You are the only one who could have stolen it so easily without anyone noticing, you little fox. Release it to me immediately, and I may leave your corpse to your father!"
'So that's what you want…' Sylvester thought, incredibly grateful that he had already fused with the primordial soul ring.
Although this action weakened him, his possessions were all safe.
Sylvester wasn't surprised the witch suspected him of stealing that item. He was indeed the only one capable of the feat. What was more startling was that she knew his true identity, which was the only way she would suspect him. This explained why she had continuously called him a 'beast' and not a 'demon' like everyone else and kept mentioning his father. However, he would never forgive her for daring to call him a fox!
Unfortunately for Prince Tricko, Sansa's incredible face lacked all emotion as she raised her hand, condensing a spear of light from various energies. The youth could feel death on the tip of that energy spear; his back drenched in cold sweat. For the first time in his existence, Sylvester felt a bit anxious. Was his destiny not significant enough to overcome this trial? As this woman clenched her fist, the energies pouring into the spear became volatile and fearsome.
'Am I going to die? Impossible! My father is the world-devouring Sky Jackal! I have the inherited lifeblood legacy of an Infinity Black Phoenix! I am a mighty Cosmos Devouring Sky Wolf! The 50th Sky Wolf ever born in the cosmos! I will not perish here!' As he had this thought, raging emerald flames appeared around the youth like an unstoppable inferno.
At the same time, he sent 80% of his lifeblood essence into the space of his primordial soul ring, along with a few other essential items. Sylvester stood up with his back as straight as a sword and stared at the woman in the sky. His gaze penetrated deep into her eyes, giving the beautiful woman pause. He reached out with his arm, and his longsword flew into his palm from afar.
His nirvana flame roared to life like a giant wildfire wolf. He ultimately ignited the remaining 20% of his lifeblood essence, ready to desperately attempt survival.
Unfortunately, the woman only sneered while she released her clenched fist. The spear, made up of powerful energies, instantly shot forward. As the youth in white prepared to take in his last breath, he saw something he would never forget.
"Sly, run!" Xavier, equipped with a steaming red-golden sword, suddenly jumped in front of Sylvester before slashing out with all his might.
The mysterious ripple of twilight enveloped the area but suddenly inverted into something monstrous and incredible.
It still wasn't enough.
"X, no!" screamed Sylvester, but it was too late.
The spear of light pierced through them both like paper as their bodies exploded into a bloody mess of gore and flesh. Their soul forms then collapsed to the ground, unable to move. The last thing the youth in white saw was the gorgeous green-clothed Sansa land right in front of them. She performed various curse seals, sending large sealing runes into the two confined souls.
"San… sa… Blak… roc…" These were the last words Sylvester Tricko managed to say before everything faded away into a strange portal in the void.
"Fool," Sansa turned and floated away like a gentle fairy. As she rose into the moonlight, her voice carried whispers into the wind, "It is because you do not know your opponent that you die. My name will forever be Sansa Trill. Let fate decide the owner of the last infinity pearl. I can only do this much, since Lulu failed. If I can see him again, it will be worth bearing your hatred, little wolf…"
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A long dream....
In his dream, Sylvester appeared a few thousand years younger and had a body the size of a four-year-old boy. Sylvester sat cross-legged before a wizened elder in grey garments who looked similar to an old dog. This seemed to be one of the ancestors of his father's clan, and he had studied under many such elders in his early days. The elder sounded quite enthusiastic about the story he narrated.
"There is an old legend amongst the most powerful clans in history," stated the elder sagely. "The legends speak of a timeless battle that transcended the capabilities of the Universal Truth, which governs all of us in this Divine Universe."