September 28, 2080.
The clock is slowly striking in.
*D-I-N-G*
The icy atmosphere within this enormous Throne Room chills the air inside, and the cold blue crystals radiating their blinding light shows a group of valiant women standing on the opposite side of the throne. A girl, standing behind all alone while her friends made their move up front. With one standing on the side and the other flying high, they are attempting the impossible.
A pitch-black dragon casting mist of volumetric fog out of its jarring mouth full of sharp fangs. Its 8 serrated horns highlight the purple beast of animal in its eyes. Glowing so brightly in rage.
{Gillz Hrundak, Abandoned Heir of the Dragon Lord | Lv. 10.000 | Transcendental Purity: Demigod}
Standing behind its horns is a hooded skeleton in a pitch-black robe. It carries a staff with an unnerving look. At the tip of it lies, three left hands grasping a large dark gem that glows the moment it made contact with magical energy.
{Ludwig, Mage of the Abyss | Lv. 10.000 | Transcendental Purity: Demigod}
Against them, floating in the air above, wield two different wands with the features of that of a dragon. She wears a revealing outfit that provides little to no defense, but the benefits it gave are otherworldly. The wide grin under the large pointy hat she wears shows no fear.
{Kurira, Woman of the Hour | Lv. 6699 | Transcendental Purity: Eternal}
On the low ground is one who cloaked herself entirely, revealing no skin whatsoever, she blends into the shadows naturally. With a serrated dagger in each hand, her focus is concentrated on the enemy.
{Rakuri, Shadow's Hand | Lv. 5826 | Transcendental Purity: Eternal}
And she who wears a majestic robe covered in dread, she who wields a staff with several human skulls tied to the tip. She stood behind menacingly with an incomprehensible amount of excitement and fear.
{Dola, Devotee of the End Kings | Lv. 8604 | Transcendental Purity: Eternal}
...
*BOOM*
A blast of an explosion destroyed the flow of air beside the skeleton's face.
"Woo-hoo!" shouted Kurira flying in the sky, "Hell yeah! Debuff's in, baby! Shit clear for you, bitch!"
"Shut UP!" yelled Rakuri.
Quickly shifting her attention to the skeleton, despite what Kurira said, Rakuri knows well that the debuff did not "in" at all. But it didn't discourage her, Rakuri tapped the ground as hard as she could and mumbled, "Acceleration."
*Bwoosh*
She dashed towards the dragon at an extremely fast speed, but it noticed her coming. It moves its head like an eel before hurling a giant black flame out of its mouth, it swirls like a spiral of wind. At just the right moment with the right movement, it passes her just barely.
*Bwoomph*
Leaving trails of black flame that should remain untouched.
Rakuri split open the air and suddenly reappeared at the bottom of the dragon while maneuvering her body to avoid a collision. She repelled herself to the back end of its tail and climbed it high before stabbing it.
*ROAR*
The scream of the dragon as it shot up a black flame to the ceiling, groaning as its head turned, "Dur hi. Zu'u fent du hin bein kopraan."
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Mage of the Abyss: Siola Mithra
FantasyTruth often lies behind the mask people called smiles. Siola Mithra, the youngest child of the Mithra household and the first that was known... as a disgrace. Neglected by her family, and abandoned by the one she loves, the girl swore to have reveng...
