The train has officially arrived at the right place, I can hear the sound of machines whirring everywhere.
This is about half a mile from the temple of Aon, the train isn't allowed to get closer.
Angels aren't provided with knowledge of all dimensions, but we are typically taught about numerous ones with a connection to the Holy Realm, such as the Community Core, Cilriom, and the Aon Space.
The Aon Space is a dimension owned by a tyrant known as Prince Aon, his father was the king but he died long ago, he considered Aon to be a failure and snapped his own neck to avoid ever seeing his bloodline crumble.
He refused to let his son ever grow to become a king either, the sheer extremity of these circumstances must be what caused him to snap, but nobody gets sympathy for tyranny.
The Sigil Center is right at the center of his courtyard, on the front edge of the temple of Aon.
Anyone who goes that far is executed, but if something is there then I'm afraid I have to try to break in.
I can feel a grim chill in the air, as if the entirety of the space around me was locked into an invisible winter. I shuddered as I walked through it, feeling the heat drain from me as the heat moves into the air.
I see an image flash into my mind, an image of a giant horrifying monster with shadows for eyes and a disfigured skull. I see it staring down maliciously at it.
I see a gleaming blade covered in blood in the hands of a carcass. The rotting skin gave a foul odor.
Suddenly; the mental images stop. I am back to reality. The old memories don't matter, I have to move forward.
It can't bother me if I don't allow it to occupy my mind.
I step into the grounds of the courtyard, it feels very vast and separated from the outside world. As if I walking in was the same as entering a rift.
I could tell as soon as I entered it, this area has a layer of spatial overlap. They separated this part of the world from the outside forcibly, overlapping the space inside it so that the space was a dense realm of it's own.
This is a decently potent magic, it works on the teachings of Monsieur Sonnet, the first ever human mage to acquire a high position of power.
Supposedly he lived in early BC, but it's possible that he still lives to this day, after all he discovered immortality long ago, and any Mage would be scummy enough to jump at that.
It's weird, but things that I read or learned about the world outside of the Holy Realm are easily memorable, but anything that specifically is about the Holy Realm completely ceases to exist.
I can't call back any specific memories, I can just remember the horrible circumstances of the world, I remember that it was hardly the safe haven that everyone thought it was, and that most angels would have preferred to take their chances with Hell, but I can't remember any specific people besides Dust and Ruth.
I can't remember any important landmarks, any important groups, any holidays, nothing.
Angels exist in other worlds, the Holy Realm isn't even the only of it's kind.
There is also heaven, the Wretched Elysium, Avalon, the Promised Land, all different versions of the same exact dimension and concept.
However these other angels in the end will not help, we are fundamentally different types and they do not care about angels from different realms.
In a sense, it's sad to think about. I'm the last angel of my kind, and here I am not even being able to remember my own world, or any of the angels that cane before.
My world died, and now the ones who caused that death will die to atone for their mistakes here, because awakening my wrath was Ginzolg's biggest mistake.
I close my eyes, trying to picture my world, but I see nothing except the fires that plagued the realm in it's final hour.
I see the flickering flames dance over the realm, burning everyone one by one.
The blackened sky being slowly opened as light from the rift spread, the bodies of Ruth and Dust dropping to the ground, and the blood pooling around us.
I can remember the fear, I can remember the hopelessness as I run through a small rift and my home is consumed by flames.
Yet it's the battered and broken form of Dust that I keep coming back to, my vision seems to turn into a blue tint whenever I picture his corpse.
I open my eyes to shake the horrible and disturbing vision, but I can see it through my own eyes in the real world.
My eyes can see everything as if I'm there in the moment, I see Dust lying on the floor in front of me.
My eyes burn, my head hurts, I have no idea what is happening. I can only see this blue tint, my heart and head are pounding and burning with extreme force, and my eyes feel a little blurry.
I approach the land where Dust's corpse lies on the ground, instinctually guided to examine it, but as I make contact, the pain worsens hundreds of times over.
The memories are flooding back to me one by one in a small trickle, I remember everything about him, years worth of memories being added within less than two minutes.
I remember him speaking of his efforts to become an Arch Angel and defend the Holy Realm. I remember his work to save others when it was being sacked for sacrament by the Black Kingdom Church.
I even remember him volunteering to fight for Heaven against Hell in the battle of Yesteryear Peak, where time is distorted so much from the demonic energy that it is a year out of synch with the rest of Heaven.
As I feel these memories of the past, a burning sensation appears again in and over my heart, where the knife had scarred the skin and left a hole in my heart.
The bite marks reappear and burn as well, starting to bleed again, as if they've been bitten all over again.
However by the second, the pain got worse. My head felt like it would split open, I fell to my knees as my eye burnt and stung more and more, until blood began dripping out of it at a fast rate and even more blood rushed over it, making me view the same blue tint through an extra red lens.
For what I'd imagine was over 6 minutes, I felt this pain and saw through eyes like this, but it finally stopped, if it hadn't then I would have fallen unconscious within seconds later, a mere fraction of the pain would be worse than almost anything I've ever felt.
The only thing worse is the- god no, I can hear it. The ringing black bell, what happened to me back then that makes this so painful?
The horrid bell doesn't stop, it just never stops. It occupies my brain, storming every corner until I can't hope to ignore it.
I was completely aware of my own shaky breathing. It felt like my world was spinning, back and forth my vision blurred out and I felt a dizzy sensation.
I cough a few times, and see numerous globs of blood burst out my throat as they fly onto my arm.
A blood vessel must have popped, I can feel more blood rush up my throat and ooze out of my mouth.
The warm metallic taste is disgusting, it fills my mouth with an unpleasant tang.
I feel sick, why is this happening to me? The blood rushing up becomes too strong and concentrated and I end up vomiting it all up.
Even my jaw hurts, it was opened with so much force that I think I pulled the muscles around it. The skin and nerves sting from being opened so suddenly and forcefully.
As the agony screams out, sending jolting signals, I hear a laugh breech my ears and look up, only to see a man clad in armor leap down with a blade in hand.
The man, with jet black hair and a well defined skull that's shape could be seen jutting out under his skin, gave an arrogant smile in my direction. He was dressed like a Samurai, I could see that he was going to be an issue.
"I assume you've come here to acquire the Homunculus summoning tome, haven't you?"
I didn't even get a chance to respond, because he immediately leaped forward with his sword and gave a powerful slash.
I just barely manage to lift my scythe to block the hit, and the collision creates sparks and intense vibrations as I look my enemy in the eyes.
He seemed completely at ease, as if he had a grip on his sword so loose that he was barely holding it, and he was swinging with such little effort that it should be equivalent to a wet noodle.
However the force behind his strike is somehow incredible, and it easily overpowers my scythe and sends me flying.
While still in the air, I felt the air shift around me and just barely blocked another strike to my neck with a similar result, though this hit knocked me back onto the ground and exerted extreme force on my neck.
I try to be offensive, and swing my scythe into a feint to open up a chance to get an easy hit, but somehow my enemy tossed his sword with his other hand in order to deflect the scythe, catching it again in mid air and giving me a brutal slash that spoke volumes of this guy's power.
I'll have to use magic or else I'll die. This guy is an absolute monster. Even basic elemental magic should tip the scales hopefully, I just need an opening.
I see him lunge forward for numerous more casual strikes and slashes, and no matter how much I tried to block it each time, it sent me off balance with every hit, almost making me stumble back from the impact. I don't get what it is, but this guy just feels unnaturally strong.
The opening I was waiting for has come however, as he rushes at me with incredible speed, despite this clearly being the equivalent of walking for him, I can see him stumbling a little as he walks, he must be a natural klutz.
I take my opportunity and slash his leg, leaving a minor cut, but not cutting off his leg like intended.
I activated a layer of my Mana Output Channel to recreate the effects of the last Spirit Motor activation. As a waste product, fire was also created as an elemental magic effect.
I quickly focused all of the flames and dark energy to my foot, and flipped over mid air, kicking him in the nose hard enough to send him flying.
I then channel a small explosive blast of red energy from the tip of one of my fingers, immediately hitting him with extreme potency.
Magic can be hard to use, but it always has it's tricks. Certain minute aspects of magic will be universally true for all beings in existence.
Despite the blast or the hit, the foe immediately got up and somehow not only was his wound gone, but he was clearly unharmed from the kick or the explosion.
"A mage huh? That would explain why you aren't very skilled with blades. Personally I don't use many combat oriented spells if I don't have to, but I can show you a few."
As he said this in his smug, condescending, and somewhat deep voice, I saw his next swing and blocked it, but suddenly I saw a spot on his forehead with a strange pattern, and suddenly a wave of metallic spikes sprouted out of him, impaling me in the process, as I winced from the wound, blades also extended out of his sword and spread to my scythe, stabbing me more.
I have to find a way to esca-
Suddenly, he jumps through the air and drop kicks my gut, an unreliable but effective attack that was utilized perfectly. I blast him a second time mid air, but he continues to remain unharmed.
He lands behind me again, and I cannot block his next swing in time as I feel the slash across my back. It was a deep cut. I could feel the fluids dripping out of my spine. It felt like the equivalent of a human being chewed up while alive by a giant lion.
I try to hit back, but my attack immediately gets blocked yet again, and suddenly I see the scythe distort and shift as it falls apart.
I looked the man in the eyes for the second time, memorizing the face of the man who destroyed my weapon.
"I assume you are confused, am I right? As a member of the United Union project, I have knowledge of numerous types of magic. The ability to manipulate matter and atoms, as well as the quarks that make up atoms, those are my specialties. Of course, those aren't my limits, but we'd be here forever speaking about that."
He made his next move known but I couldn't dodge it anyway, he surrounded his arm in a form of flexible liquid metal with spikes jutting out the fingers and palm. It creates a seemingly powerful gauntlet which he grabbed my arm with and pierced it before roundhouse kicking me 12 feet.
Even when I tried to get up, he easily closed the distance and got me in a headlock. The feeling was horrible, mages don't need oxygen normally but that can be canceled if other mages can disrupt the Mana flow through your lungs.
The world turns purple and I can just feel the world turn darker around me, the pain slowly starts to decrease as well and my senses start feeling numb.
I try desperately in every way to get out, but as my blood drips out, I can tell he is piercing my neck for a better grip.
I desperately take a large risk, a single explosive blast to the ground, and it works wonders. The explosion sent him flying off me, though it charred my skin a little and hurt a lot.
However like an angel of death, the man stood up and passed through the smoke with an expression that showed zero pain. He seemed like a reaper who had found the next dead mortal. I could picture him single handedly escorting me to the afterlife, like a Shepard gathering his sheep and leading them into their own slaughter to meet the shepherd's needs.
I see his sword swing as he charges forward, however he trapped a ring of atoms around me and condensed them into solid matter. It seemed to be some other worldly metal, I couldn't hope to destroy it as I fell under it's constraints.
The metal rings oscillate, digging through my skin slowly like road rash as his sword hits me. I feel the blood exit from the wound in my chest, but I try desperately to channel my Mana into my arm to try to stop the spinning rings.
As I place my hand against them, the warrior had different plans as he grabbed my arm and I saw it disassemble itself and fall apart. The blood itself dissolved into the air and I saw my arm break down piece by piece.
He then creates a long piercing spear of liquid metal that stuck out of his fingernail, it stabbed me right through the heart and I could feel the organ slow as the blade passed through the other side.
I fell still, I couldn't move at all no natter how hard I tried. I could feel this liquid metal wrap around my heart, then form what amounts to a mechanical web around it, capturing my blood cells and fighting off the toxic unrefined mana generated by the immune system.
The metal seemed to restrain ever single cell as I look forward at my enemy, who stands there in the bright light with a smirk on his face.
Suddenly the rings dissipated and he struck with a single more blunt strike using the blade's hilt; encircling it with a field of black energy that felt like contact with the Abyss itself. The dark feel of self decay and disintegration as one fades lifelessly while knowing there is nothing you could do, such a horrible feeling.
However the strike doesn't kill me, and I open my eyes not long after.
I hear him speaking through a communication device aloud.
"Are you serious? How much are you paying? That- that is a sufficient amount. Next time alert me ahead of time, I almost killed that child. Do I tell them where the homunculus tome is? Understood."
I look up at him in shock as my arm manifests in it's place again. However now all of my injuries were repaired
"You are lucky kid. An old friend of mine has offered me some incredible pay to spare you. You can find the tome in Prince Aon's safe. If you die, I'll find it sufficiently amusing so please don't be afraid to let Ron kill you. Here's your scythe back."
He recreated it out of thin air, giving a smug grin as always as he handed it over. I was half afraid to take it back, fearing that he'd cut me down the moment I picked it up.
I looked him in the eyes, and I felt an overpowering fear beyond words. The malice and hostility dormant behind his eyes was incredible, what could have possibly made him this way? Could I eventually end up like that?
As I grabbed the scythe back, I walked over towards the chambers of King Aon in the castle, following a path of worn down carpet till I bumped into the right room.
Prince Aon luckily wasn't in there, but the room still made me feel uneasy. There was a dark symbol on the walls, it was a drawing of a moth with spikes pierced through it's wings and a hook in its body. The infamous symbol of Aon's empire, the equivalent of the once good Hinduism symbol, but later corrupted symbol of the Nazis, the swastika.
I wonder, was the moth image once a good thing as well? Or was it always a sign of corruption and tyranny?
The room was filled with complex weapons for personal defense in case of assassination and I saw corpses buried under the bed. There was an electric chair next to his bed with s charred corpse sitting in it, their jaw contorted into a scream.
There was a book called "the dictator's journey to godhood" on a table near his bed.
This room felt like a tomb, a messed up world where brave souls go in search of treasures but lose their will and then their lives. The room gives off a feeling of hopelessness, it makes me feel powerless, but I have no choice but to silently creep towards the safe.
There was a sign on the wall that described an important figure with ties to king Aon. It said "when all hope is lost, the king's call reaches Takahashi Mysama for the final battle."
I see a dark rune in the corner of the room, etched into the ground with a bloody knife that was implanted in it's center.
I could take the time to crack the combination, but that would mean staying in here for longer so simply melting the door is the safest option.
I generate heat from my hand like a miniature fire and place it against the safe, and the door of the safe quickly melts down onto the floor, eating away at small layers.
The book is right where it was said to be, but as I pull it out, I realize my mistake.
There was a miniature spatial plane inside the safe, separating it from the Aon Space, marking it as a part of a different dimension. Pulling it out of the safe removed it from that dimension, and must have alerted him.
I also felt a jolt when I pulled it, as if the spatial distortion had climbed up my arm and spread into the room around me.
The rune in the corner lit up with an intense glow. I could feel the energy emanating from it, it gave off a distinct feeling akin to the deconstruction and failed replication of the sense of touch.
Standing over the rune, there was a man with a blue robe and black boots with a cross necklace hanging down from his neck and a pair of dirty glasses with smudges all over them with golden plating etched into his robe and blood splattered on his arm.
"Well, I should have known that you'd come here, Xxink. When Ginzolg spared you in the Holy Realm, I knew you'd be an annoyance."
"How do you know who I am, Prince Aon?"
He looked at me and gave a little smirk, though something felt off about it. I could see it in his smile, I could see it behind those creepy eyes, it was as if I could see into his soul. There was no humor there, in fact, there was nothing. This guy had nothing inside, no despair, no rage, no humor, nothing.
"I've been watching the lesser dimensions for a long time, learning everything I can about the pathetic lowlifes of the world. I learned a lot from the Holy Realm, and I must say that watching you has always been fun. I'm saddened that you were allowed to live though, Ginzolg doesn't fear those who he doesn't see as threats, leading them to pose issues for everyone else who is even loosely affiliated with him."
"You love to talk, don't you?" I was appalled by his rant, but I couldn't resist a chance to show my disdain towards him.
His grin dropped, not that it was genuine anyway. I could see that he disliked my comment, I guess annoyance is one thing that he could still show.
"I- I don't have a clever insult back, so I'll just say that you are going to join Dust soon in nonexistence."
I just barely manage to duck to the side as a spear appears out of nowhere right next to my face, grazing me and acting as a wake-up call. He may seem to be too busy talking to fight, but he is still a respected and powerful figure.
How does his magic work? I saw numerous weapons appear out of thin air, piercing through the space around them and approaching me, but it wasn't like they were being created in front of me.
They were fully formed and approaching me the moment I saw them, making them very difficult to avoid.
I was going to speculate more, but suddenly a war-hammer of incredible size, much bigger than the average human, appeared with too much speed next to me for me to dodge.
I could feel the sheer power behind the hammer, the impact of the hit vibrated through my bones and nearly broke my ribcage instantly.
The war-hammer was not normal, that's for certain. No normal weapons could do damage like this, even the weakest angels could survive force equivalent to an atomic bomb, this hammer had to be made of a metal more powerful than anything humans can access.
I quickly look up and see 3 swords moving in the air as if they were actually being swung rather than thrown at me like the rest, and I'm forced to deal with this while simultaneously dealing with the weapons that Aon was shelling out from my blindspots.
3 daggers fly by my head, I barely dodged them, and the swords sought to capitalize on that with their timing and viscous swings, however the attempt did not succeed.
As the blades swung, I managed to perform a small roll backwards on the ground to dodge, taking the time to jump against the wall and then further leap over the other two blades.
One blade tried to swing at me mid air, but I parried it again and cut it in half by the hilt, leaping towards Aon to strike.
As I neared Aon, I felt a weird surge of energy that disturbed my concentration, and this lead to me receiving a painful hit from another war-hammer.
The affect was the same as last time, and I fell to my knees momentarily.
Raw power, skill, or magic is not enough for me to win here. His ability is too unorthodox for such to work, without a proper understanding, that is.
However, as I see the next weapon coming and parry it, I finally get it. This trick alone is proof that I can't make it too far as I am, how did it take me so long to find out?
The other spatial layer inside the safe from earlier is controlled by Aon, as made clear by it alerting him and being used as an extra security layer for the tome.
When I pulled the book out, a jolt crawled up my arm and dispersed throughout the rest of this room.
He's slowly adding this room to that dimension without showing it, this allowed him to exert complete control over this space by enforcing a self created space over it.
"So, that brain of yours does still work, you've discovered how the Aon Domain works."
Damnit, he can read minds? Why can't anything ever be easy.
"I love reading the struggle inside your mind as you twist and turn and mentally shred apart trying to understand something greater than you."
He suddenly snaps his fingers and a bunch of floating plants appear.
Each one is large with thin needle leaves jutting out of the top with a purple and golden pattern on them.
Wait, no. The plants change shape. The next second I looked at them, they looked like an oak tree with branches sharpened into blades. Then a cactus that was dripping with an orange acid.
"You may not recognize them, but I'm sure you've heard of these plants before. As a proud agriculture nerd, I'll tell you that these are little crosses from the recently discovered German plant used in security jobs. It is known as Die Flamme der sadistischen Motte. The Flame of the Sadistic Moth."
He's right. I've heard of it before. Those plants are evolutionary mutations from more standard plants, like we know today, from 320 BC. It supposedly had a mutation to survive natural predators, even ones of magical nature.
This need for survival triggered the natural selection and evolution to make them outlast the ages of easy magic. They developed supernatural abilities, they became capable of synthesizing the affects of magic, but of course since it isn't actually magic, things immune to magic don't resist it. Things that are vulnerable to magic are not vulnerable to them.
I feel a needle soar through the air as it implants itself in my arm, amidst the flash of blood, which seemingly decayed into nothing mid air.
More needles soar not only through the air, but seemingly time itself, as they naturally start appearing in their targeted spaces instantly, rather than taking any time to travel in the air.
"You know it's a little saddening that you cannot live through this encounter now that I think about it, this is a fun experience, but as I always say, live and let die."
Suddenly a halberd pierces my hand and another of those needles strike. Prince Aon floats above, chuckling above.
"You know, this is the most fun I've had in a while, you are very resilient in addition to being smart."
I see a vortex of pure magical energy swirl around me, slamming me into the wall.
I can feel that I'm losing, this insane prince is dangerous.
I slash through a plant mid air, sundering the plant with scorn as I question the agricultural researchers around the world who let the plants spread even further and be weaponized.
The plant falls to the ground behind me, taking the form of a shriveled aloe plant on the ground. How could such a horror take such an innocent form?
It feels like the Aon Domain is shaking, throwing me around as these spikes snipe at me while I tumble through the air back and forth in unnatural ways, hitting the walls as they fade and are replaced with an empty field.
We are fully in this separate dimension now and I have no idea what to do. It feels like this can only end badly, but even still, the cogs of my mind and the fortress of my spirit still remain unconquered.
An Angel forged in the depths of fire and refined by magic, but not yet complete, not yet finished refining and purifying in the blood of the ones responsible, nor in the fires at the end of the Earth and at the summits of all realms at the end of times. I am incomplete, I will not die as an incomplete being.
I will keep fighting, I will move forward, until revenge refines me and fills me with joy, the same joy that all residents of the Holy Realm lost.
"Those seem like really interesting thoughts, Xxink. Becoming unstable? I'm going to show you a new trick now, ready?"
He laughed, and I could feel a ripple of energy around us.
"Ever heard of Origin Enforcement? It's very self explanatory, it's a form of Origin Magic in which you take the latent origin that led to your own conceptual existence, and enforce it onto others. For example, mine is fear. I was born out of my father's fear of his empire collapsing without an heir, and I came to the throne when my father's fear still grew and he took his own life due to such cowardice. I will show you the strength of a coward's fear when a competent ruler controls it."
I saw his hand fly through the air, and just by it moving a centimeter closer to me, it felt like I was hit back harder than any of his previous attacks. My insides felt twisted, my heart started beating supernaturally fast, I could feel my Mana circulating in an unnatural order as it tightened around my muscles, making me feel very constrained.
The plants still linger, taking pot shots at me on the ground. My knees are shaking, it feels like my heart is dancing to the tune of a malevolent conductor with a clever other worldly crescendo of unimaginable evil and terror.
"Now, do you see how pointless it is to break into my castle yet?"
I get up, nothing I have said is changed by this. It is my job to act as the personification of the Holy Realm's judgment over those who terrorized and killed its people, finally destroying it. Ginzolg, and Prince Aon, who seem to be in league together in some form, will know me as the judge, jury, and executioner.
"I will never get it? How do you people stand when you know you are just going to die? The pride, the will, the arrogance, the feeling of superiority that would allow someone to subordinate their own lives and wills to defeat others for no actual benefit, it's a power opposite to mine, a dangerous one that I will never understand. Fear shapes others and keeps them under control, it even haunts me, but others like you act as an antithesis."
I cut through his plants, I feel a new spark, within my Spirit Motor, and within my soul itself and body, a new torch has been lit within, my Mana flairs with vigor as it breaches through me in a way that permeates the world around me in red light, as if it covers everything.
I look him in the eyes, I will not lose here. I am going to be leaving here, carrying a monarch's head and with his blood staining my hands in a grotesque fashion.
"Want to see what my Origin is? As a member of the Holy Realm, I was created by one thing: religion. My god, the Holy Ghost. All my power, my existence, my origin, it's all tied to one thing, my god. So, you wanna see what that's like? What the power of a god would be when enforced on an inferior being? I'll show you real subjugation, since you couldn't rule a mouse."
My own words feel a little strange, they don't feel like anything I'd ever say openly, like something I'd ever admit to even thinking, and yet they still match up with who I am as a person and my own mind.
In the end, it's poetic to subjugate those rulers who want the death of your people and to conquer your world, and then the moment their will bends to yours, to execute them in cold blood as they die at your feet like a commoner, their corpses sprawled on the ground and bleeding out as their soul crumpled into the air and fades while the light leaves their eyes.
This man planned for Ginzolg to do what he did, I will punish him for his crimes against the Divine Order.
My hands glow with a golden angelic flame as the red light surrounding me and the entire fake world that we are fighting in continues to become more intense to the point where I could have sworn that it had real mass, I lift my hand in front of Prince Aon and the flames leap up into the air in a complicated swirl resembling giant rings, flying around me occasionally.
He falls to his knees, screaming in pain and grabbing his head like it's being split open, but that's not near enough.
I walk forward, each step closer to him causing him more pain, as my hand reaches closer to his head. I finally grab his fat skull fully, watching as the roles from earlier reverse and his skin takes on a rougher more rotten form as if he's aging and decaying from my touch.
I had never heard a scream so loud in my life, and I have never enjoyed something so much either. I personally would have killed to hear it again.
I threw him against the wall, and didn't even use a weapon, I just used my enhanced physical strength from the Mana flowing through my blood in order to punch a hole in him that caused his blood to pour out, smelling like antifreeze due to the dormant mana inside it, and dislocating multiple of his organs.
I could see little bloody chunks of bone falling from his body, and wrapped my fingers around his fragile neck tightly.
I could hear his breath fading as I squeezed tighter, and I felt a laugh escape my throat. The fake world around us faded, but the red light lingered around us and continued to fill the room, and I was still seeing red. However, before I could kill him, there was a flash, and he dissolved himself into his own refined soul and flew away.
As tough as that man was, he was nowhere near the same level as the Samurai who I fought prior, the Samurai was on a different level compared to me and Prince Aon.
That Samurai is a being that commands fear just by existing, why is he working for Prince Aon? He could kill both of us at the same time with ease if he wanted to, and yet he chooses to serve that freak.
In a way, the ability I used felt like an unrefined version of his own atomic decay, but how could a human have a more refined version of the origin of all creation's waste products?
Regardless, I take the tome into my hands, and leave the place behind.