{[29]} The Tides of Destruction

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[MAJOR EVENT: RESCUE MINA MYOUI]

In barren forest of trees, a snow-like avalanche floods the whole area like a raging sea on a stormy hurricane. It was strong enough to split trees asunder, and drag everything along with it.

Zeke was no exception.

He gasps and he struggles, trying to grab ahold of something, anything thay can helo him withstand the violent torrents of snow smashing his whole body. He had cuts and bruises now all over, and the snow was now beginning to stain red around him as his blood gushed out of his body.

As Zeke tried to keep his head above the turbulent snow, he sees a glimpse of Damascus riding its waves like a surfer. The subordinate gets near to him and grabs him by the hair.

"Had enough?! HAHAHAHA!" Damascus laughed maniacally as he punches Zeke multiple times in the gut, then tosses him towards the barren trees. The wielder crashes down, toppling the fragile trunks easily and plunges into the snowy sea once more. Damascus dives down, and unleashes even more deadly blows at Zeke. The wielder spews blood from his mouth as a result of his endless beating.

Zeke was able to counter with magnanimous slashes here and there, but in his current predicament, it was difficult.

"Guh...! I can't move properly... the currents are too... strong, and his attacks are coming from everywhere...! Even if I try and burn them all up, more will just come into place. H...how do I... how do I defeat the cold sea itself?!"

Zeke conjures his rocket seals in an attempt to get out. But as soon as he tries to, two snowy hands burst forth from the waves and drag him back to the frozen wafts of Damascus' attack.

"Where do you think youre going?!" Damascus roared. "Im not done beating you to death! This is your grave, so stay put!"

"....Guh..." Zeke begins to choke due to the tremendous amount of snow gushing through his whole body, and soon, Damascus once again mercilessly beats him up under the torrent of snow.

"Ack... Im blacking out...! Im starting to feel real cold, too... am I going die?! I cant die here...! I... must...!" Zeke called.

In a last ditch effort to keep himself afloat the sea of snow, Zeke summons his rocket seals once more on his arms, and he ignites them as ferocious flames burst forth to melt and vaporize Damascus' massive onslaught.

Through this manner, Zeke was able to land on his feet, the ground now visible again thanks to the snow finally melting under his feet.

Yet the ocean of snow never ceases to pour, and the pressure and volume was just too much for Zeke and his rocket seals to melt into. He gets dragged back a few feet, before his fiery defense finally gives way and he is once again plunged into an endless torrent of cold, powdery ice.

His wounds were getting worse, and Zeke was already spent. His Manifest turns into a scissor once more, and his eyes become blurry as he looks at Damascus just observing him get pummeled by the snowy tidal forces like a ragdoll.

"I can't... breathe. I can't... see. The damage I'm sustaining, I cant even feel it. I cant even feel the cold of this snow, or the heat of my rocket seals..."

Zeke closes his eyes, unable to withstand the assault any further.

"Damn... what a bad way to die..."

The torrents of snow fully engulf Zeke as mounds of red blood stain the place where he sank. Damascus grins due to his achievement.

"After all that mockery, you just fell, like the rest I've dealt with. Anyone who slanders the mighty General Platina, and all of her creations... deserve that kind of death. Pity. You had an effective power yet you wasted it, you unlucky idiot."

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