Chapter 16: Afterimage of the Nightmare (part 3)

7 2 2
                                        

When Hatasuko and the demon locked their golden eyes, the Interfectus employed its third weapon and suddenly summoned a scattershot of shadow spheres

Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.

When Hatasuko and the demon locked their golden eyes, the Interfectus employed its third weapon and suddenly summoned a scattershot of shadow spheres. Without any hesitation, Hatasuko twisted his hips, swung his left hand back behind his shoulder, and catapulted a rock with a glowing flash. As the sonic boom shook the smoky city, the high-speed rock struck the closest shadow sphere and forced them all to detonate in the sky, but the blast did not engulf the Interfectus; it had ducked in the moment after it made the scattershot. As the blue fire explosion illuminated the entire mountain, the Interfectus ducked beneath the flames, spun, and then counterattacked with a sudden slash of its shadow sword.

Hatasuko still fought to recover from the recoil of his throw, and therefore he could only jump out of the way. When the first weapon of the Interfectus struck the ground, it shook so violently that Hatasuko fell onto his knees in the ashes. The Interfectus then swiftly slashed its sword at his back; it struck his shield and threw him forward with an abrupt impact. Hatasuko crash-landed with a roll, but his unbridled fury caused him to attack too recklessly. He stumbled to his knees and activated his Astrodeus power.

As soon as he realized that the Interfectus had retracted its blade-arm into its crouching body, Hatasuko crashed his supercharged sword into the flaming shambles of a fallen house. The wood and bricks shattered on impact, and then the broken pieces all flew at the shadow demon with a calamitous force. When the broken planks and smoke-stained bricks crashed against it, a spot in its armor cracked, but the attack was otherwise harmless. The debris fell from its giant body and rained onto the ground.

Hatasuko said to himself, "Though punishment is a flash of misery in itself, the threat of its existence is enough to breed peace. After I kill you and show to the world that I am the executioner of everything evil, perhaps the Interfecti will finally leave this place. They can take their misery with them when they retreat from this world."

Hatasuko knew that he had enough quintessence for two more individual attacks, though he suspected that the Interfectus knew this as well. As if it could read his mind, the Interfectus stood upright and then created shadow spheres yet again. Without any aim or hesitation, it unleashed its cluster by launching it diagonally downward and forward. Hatasuko reached into his bag, unsheathed a bullet-shaped rock, and then threw it with all the force in his left arm; he did not use his power to do this. The rock struck a sphere in the center of the scattershot, thus triggering another giant explosion. A fiery shockwave shot across the sky in all directions. Hatasuko turned his back to the explosion and tried to run away, but the Interfectus never meant to hurt him with the fire; it instead used the shockwave to hide its next attack. The demon transformed its only remaining arm into the sword of shadows.

"Hatasuko, jump, jump now!" screamed a scared girl's voice from the edge of the abyss.

Before he could process anything else, Hatasuko pounded his feet and jumped as quickly as he could. To his surprise, the first weapon of the Interfectus suddenly shot through the flames at an incredible speed. The blade blew clear through his stomach, his back, and pierced the ground below with enough force to shake the mountain. Blood spewed instantly from both sides of this wound; a frightful rush of adrenaline flooded his system. Without even thinking, Hatasuko used his power and unleashed a slash so powerful that he destroyed the demon's arm in a single strike. As its arm crumbled and faded away in the smoky wind, Hatasuko dropped onto the blood-soaked ground on his hands and knees.

A World without Misery (now with images!)Where stories live. Discover now