Eternal Saṃsāra: The Wanderer of Worlds, Book 2

[213] The War of the South Pole

Chapter 213: The War of the South Pole

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Blocks of red energy dissipated around him and his form materialized on the other side of the world. The Chaotic Clown of Catastrophe groaned as he appeared inside the South Tower. "Fucking hell! Goddamit, fuck!"

The first thing he did was slam his hand against the table nearby, shattering it. His enraged shouts were with the intent to kill, but there was nobody nearby to take his anger out on.

"Hey, calm there~" one of his fellow Gods, who had already been there before he teleported, said with suppressed laughter.

The Clown shot that person a glare, eyes darting past his surroundings. The dark, foreboding walls of the ancient structure seemed to pulsate with malevolent energy, casting long, ominous shadows that danced eerily in the dim light. His tall, lanky frame, adorned in a patchwork of colorful yet grotesque clown attire, appeared hunched and twisted, his face painted in a maniacal grin that opposed his rage.

His eyes, wild and bloodshot, looked at his fellow Divinity with a deranged intensity. Beside him, Umbrithar and Ryxara stood in stark contrast; a shady doctor and a dark beauty.

The Obsidian Stalker, Umbrithar, was a figure shrouded in darkness, his plague doctor mask adding a chilling air of mystery to his presence. The black cloak he wore seemed to merge seamlessly with the shadows, his raspy breathing the only sound emanating from him; otherwise, he was as calm as ever. It wasn't him who spoke, he wasn't the type to laugh and joke.

Ryxara, the Enchantress of Shadows, exuded an aura of seductive menace that would send any mortal into a lustful frenzy. It was her who spoke earlier, that wench. Her long, purple hair flowed like a river of alight shadows, and her gothic attire clung to her lithe frame. Purple lipstick and nails added to her dark allure.

The Chaotic Clown stared at her amethyst eyes with a glare, and in response, her eyes only sparkled with a cruel amusement.

She looked at him with a mixture of disdain and curiosity. "You can always pick a new Avatar, come on, don't be childish, Malakar," Ryxara remarked, calling him by his name rather than title, her voice a sultry whisper that echoed through the chamber.

That smile made Malakar the Clown tremble in madness. Umbrithar shook his head, his voice a low growl. "Be careful with names, Enchantress."

She waved him off dismissively. "There are six of us here, half of Atlanton. Code names are just a bother now, what are we trying to hide?" She twirled a lock of her hair around her finger, her lips curling into a sly smile.

That was one thing Malakar agreed with her about. Ignoring her, since he would rather not give into in-fighting at these times, he let a mad grin widen his lips.

He turned away, his laughter echoing through the tower. "It doesn't matter what you call me, I'm enraged regardless. This Harbinger of Madness is madder than ever!" He let out an angry growl, a sound filled with twisted delight.

"Oh-ho~ look at him," Ryxara covered her mouth with a fan and giggled.

"I... I need to be fast here! I'll tear apart the enemies here first and then return to the North Tower to deal with that woman. That whore!" The visage of that odd Goddess of Light flashed by his eyes, "I saw she's got a daughter. I'll capture them both, break both of their bodies and turn her daughter into my Avatar. I'll make her watch helplessly!"

Ryxara snickered, her eyes gleaming with malice, although her snicker held both humor and ridicule. Umbrithar remained silent, his gaze fixed on some distant point.

While the clown laughed like a maniac, filling the chamber with the echo of his creepy laugh, Ryxara tilted her head, her curiosity piqued. "What's on your mind, Umbrithar?"