Rhett Murdar, dismissed and driven, now journeys to mend the world's wrongs and compose a symphony of perfect lives-an ode to a harmonious existence where every soul finds its rightful place.
An undertale story. Not affiliated to the already exist...
The space around you frozen, as if the entire universe succumbed to his power. All that's left is you and him. Your agitation is only capable of keeping you in movement but in this domain, his powers over time may well be... without limit.
RHT: So this is your true power? I feel honored to see it in action. GAL: I'm suprised your agitation is strong enough to keep you in motion, but even it won't save you. RHT: Your tough talk doesn't scare me. You're just like the others.
You charge towards Gall with both your blade and your knife ready. Gall just stands there unfazed. You throw projectiles at him. He raises his hand and a swarm of arrows appear out of thin air. Your attacks cancel out eachother. You're close enough to get a hit when suddenly your body is stopped in midair. You realize time has been... stopped. You can still see and think but your body is motionless. All you can do is watch as Gall moves around you, looking for a weak spot.
GAL: You know Rhett... when I first saw you, I didn't get this murderous impression from you. Maybe it's just my lack of understanding but you actually seemed like a good person. I refused to believe that you were the same person who also killed Amber and Shane, but here we are... face to face. I realize now that you are one cold hearted killer... and the one thing I hate most... is to see killers get away. *SHOOT*
You are crashed against the ground at a whopping speed, leaving a crater where you land. You stumble yourself on your feet again. Gall stares at you.
RHT: I shouldn't need to explain to you what soul power is considering you're a knight and all. GAL: What are you talking about? RHT: Some soul traits are stronger than others. Some counter a group of others and vice versa. What I'm trying to say is... agitation bears soul power. GAL: There's no way you can pull that off!
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A shockwave pulses throughout the battlefield. Gall stumbles on his legs, falling on his knees.
GAL: What the hell was that?! RHT: That was time drought. An ability whose sole purpose is to counter your own. Its properties are to make the enemy run out of time. In simpler terms, every second that passes is like a month. GAL: What?! (I have to move quick!)
Gall gets back up on his feet and for the first time, goes on the offensive, summoning a wave of arrows directed at you. You quite easily slice through them. Gall engages you in close quarters combat. Each one of his movements get slower by the second. He's aging at a fast pace. After a long and fierce fight, Gall drops on his quaking knees.
RHT: It's over Gall. I've won at last. Your control over time wasn't enough to beat me. GAL: I'm sorry... RHT: Don't be sorry. You tried your best but it wasn't enough. Now you'll suffer the same fate as the others. Die, knight of patience. GAL: I'm not apologizing to you, Rhett. I'm apologizing to Frisk. They told me to never use this power, not even in a life or death situation. RHT: What are you talking about?! GAL: Rhett... Do you know what happens to ones soul power when he ascends into a higher trait? RHT: What?! Ascends?! Is that what 200% means?! GAL: Their soul power grows so immense, it takes on a new name. From that point onwards... it goes by the name... Soularia. RHT: Don't tell me! GAL: It seems I have to use my last resort. I'll lose most of my sanity just activating it, that's why it's prohibited to be used by the grand knight, but it's my last hope. The real fight starts here.
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