SOULTALE | By ShadowNTS

(Chapter 181) Chosen One.

In the vast emptiness of the rift, despair crawls onto our warriors' backs. Frisk, determined to defeat Vazroth, dashes first into battle. Vazroth summons a blade of his own. They clash weapons and neither seems to overpower the other. Frisk charges up her energy and repels him back, before swinging her sword relentlessly. Vazroth holds out the palm of his hand and concentrates his power.

VTH: Bolt of Misery.

A sharp bolt of energy is released and heads towards Frisks' eye. In the single instant before impact, instinct forces Frisks' body to dodge out of the way. Vazroth looks shocked.

FSK: Such low techniques won't work on me.

Frisk dashes towards him and goes for his neck. Vazroth evades her strike and grabs Frisks' arm, but his eyes widen as she disperses into a stream of light and cuts right through his body. Sliced into pieces, Vazroths' body quickly reconnects itself. He turns around to face her, smiling.

VTH: Frisk Lyerm, The Chosen One, named by the prophecy as the one who'll defeat me once and for all. Your predecessors tried and failed to banish me completely and so I kept coming back.
FSK: What are you talking about?
VTH: Every being in this world was birthed by the great soul war, including me, and so since the beginning of time, I've been existences' enemy. All-Father and Lucifer did a great job of sealing me as a soulist, but my influence never ceased to spread. I tried again and again to be reborn but no living being could even fathom despairs' true power... that's until I found her.

Vazroth points towards Rhett, who bows her head down.

VTH: A teenager, shunned by society and ultimately lived to suffer on the worlds' bitter end... she was truly the best vessel, and as we can see, she delivered. Now she must watch as existence ceases to exist cause of her doing!
FSK: Are you done rambling..?
VTH: Huh..?
FSK: Because I'm fed up with all your bullshit.
VTH: Taking her side despite everything she's done... how heroic.
FSK: I've heard enough, and from what you just said, you're the real enemy.
VTH: And you think they'll also do the same..?
FSK: Even if they don't, the truth is no more invisible. Now prepare to disappear.
VTH: Come at me then, hero of the universe!
FSK: Unknown Paradigm!

Frisk dashes towards Vazroth. Multiple afterimages of her appear simultaneously. Noire is shocked watching Frisks' movements.

NOR: This technique... impossible.
CHR: That's right.
NOR: But how?!
CHR: I've always believed Frisk was destined to be the universes savior time and time again, and along with that, she not only possesses the powers of the now gone family of Lyerm, but also bears the most determined soul in the world.
NOR: Lyerm... so that's how it is.

Vazroth dissolves his body into multiple copies, each fending off one afterimage of Frisk, but before it was too late, he realizes the distraction and blocks Frisks' strike from behind.

VTH: There's no escape for you now!
FSK: Think again, asshole.

In an instant, Frisk disappears from sight and cuts Vazroth multiple times.

VTH: *cough* There's no way! I deliberately cut off all your routes so you can't escape using you light powers.
FSK: Who said my only way of escape is my light abilities.
VTH: Don't tell me..!
FSK: Right now you're faced with humanitys' strongest warrior. I've only just learnt about my Lyerm origins but now I have in my possession their entire arsenal!
VTH: Impossible... no human can bear more then one soul trait!
FSK: I'm not human anymore...
VTH: Then... just what the hell are you..?!
FSK: Call me The Last Angel.
VTH: Very well, in that case, there's no point in holding back!

Vazroth zips across the battlefield and grabs Frisks' face, before slamming her into the ground. He raises his hand into the air and summons a barrage of explosives. A sparkle of light zooms past Vazroth. He turns around and blocks Frisks' attack, but notices the vines clinging onto his body. Frisk tightens them and drags him closer. She culminates all her power into her fist, but Vazroth blows his arms into smithereens in an effort to evade. Through the smoke, a menacing aura can be felt. Frisk appears from the smoke, dashing forwards. Vazroth holds both his palms out and fires a deadly beam. Frisk cuts right through it and gets close. Vazroth smirks as he redirects the beam back towards Frisk, but through sheer luck, it misses, leaving a wide open chance for Frisk to attack. Vazroth barely manages to dodge the killing blow, but still gets scratched. Frisk smirks, and reveals her sword coated in vipers' poison. Vazroth fires a giant beam through his chest, disintegrating the poisoned part and quickly regenerating. Frisk dashes forwards as an array of arrows follow pursuit. Vazroth blows away the storm and dashes towards Frisk. Vazroth summons his blade and swings relentlessly, but Frisk alters the space around them and manages to get behind. She locks on her target, Vazroths' soul, and strikes with all her might. Vazroth tries to turn and block but time seems to move slowly, but even if barely, he manages to point his finger and fire a blast, disintegrating Frisks' arm... but it wasn't enough, as her arm is instantly healed and she lands the attack. Reality warps and tears as two cataclysmic forces collide, releasing a supernova, blinding the spectators. The light dies down and Frisk is seen impaling her sword into Vazroths' soul.

FSK: *pant* I've... won.
VTH: My congratulations, archangel... but this is just the beginning.
FSK: Huh?!

Frisk is thrown against the ground. Everyone watches in horror as Vazroth simply forces his soul back into place. He presses his palms against each other and interlocks his fingers.

VTH: Now witness as your last slither of hope vanishes, and each of you sink into my special purgatory.

The battlefield is covered in dark essence. Vazroth smirks with an evil expression.

End of Chapter 181
"Chosen One"

[ Vazroth has activated his soularia. ]

-- Extra Soul Trivia! --
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Despite being a lazy person, Loyd weirdly likes to go fishing.