Oblivion, A Timeless Void

Chapter 20: And If a Thousand Years Were to Pass

"Come and take me down yourself, little elf."

Izara felt her left eye twitch. Demons—why did they always have to ruin things for her? Those damned heralds of death and ruination always had to come at inopportune times. She was about to finally get this affair over with and get Tiamat off her back when this woman intervened.

Izara recognised her to be a Vinmeen. There was not a race she loathed more.

Her attention was wholly focused on the woman as she drew out another dagger. Seeing the action, Adira smirked.

"Is the little elf going to strike me down now?"

It couldn't have been anyone else. The Dya flowing from this woman was immense. She'd already ruled out the humans, demons, and dragons, so it had to have been the only variable unaccounted for—this elf that somehow survived. She was certain that it wasn't Nikos.

Adira looked out from the corner of her eye to check where he was, only to see that he had already been engaging the large black dragon in combat, protecting the other Elementals whose geos had been rendered useless.

Only the woman with mint hair and the celestial dragon seemed to have any Dya flowing through their veins at all. However, the woman looked as though she was on death's door, and the dragon seemed reluctant to fight her kin.

Adira let out a small sigh, but her moment was interrupted by an icicle flying at her face. Her attention was thus placed back on Izara. Adira took a menacing step forward.

"I've caught you now."

Izara lifted a brow at that, halting her attack. "Caught me? I don't even know you."

"Oh, don't play dumb with me!" Adira lunged at her, sweeping the pitch-black blade of the scythe towards the earth. Izara barely dodged the vicious attack.

"Please, be clear here! This isn't customer service, woman!"

"So you have the guts to deny using sentience manipulation on me?!"

"What?! I'm literally looking for that person!" Izara yelled back, throwing water arrows at the demon. Adira stopped to deflect the attack. Her crimson gaze was set on Izara, glaring.

"Lying will get you nowhere, little elf. I can't read your soul. That is enough reason to believe you hold questionable intentions!"

Both women came to a stop. Izara gave her an incredulous look. "What evidence do you even have for such a hefty accusation?!"

"It can't be demons or dragons. It's not one of those guys since I've known them for a long time. And it's not possibly the new rascal either, as much as I hate her. That only leaves you as the only variable unaccounted for."

"Your intellectual prowess impresses me," Izara commented sarcastically. Who was this hoodlum accusing?!

"You made me break the boundaries I had set for myself!" Adira yelled once again. Her jaw was clenched, and her heart felt heavy with guilt and self-loathing. "Your little bout of sentience manipulation forced me to put my people at stake, kill innocent souls, and hurt the one person I gave up everything to protect! Do you even have a conscience?!"

"I told you, I can't harness sentience manipulation! Haven't you already seen me use elemental attributes?!" Izara retorted. Such serious aspersions were flung at her without remorse. She refused to just sit back and take it.

"You're an elf. You are the race beloved by the Vein of Life. You could very well harness more than one power! Just look at you; you're able to use so many elements already!"

"What do you know about me?! You're a demon! You're Nergal Acheron's heir! For all we know, you could very well have done those things willingly! You're no different from him!"