Record of Ragnarok: Ouroboros

Chapter 13: Venom

The hero's shining ray of hope brings the tyrant to his knees.

In an empty dark throne room, it was silent, to the point you could hear a pin drop. There was only a figure in the room, glaring down on a clean floor, with the reflection showing a younger Set sitting on the throne.

"I finally did it...I am the king." Set mumbled to himself, he looked down at his right hand with a blank expression as he gripped a photo of him and his brother, Osiris. Suddenly, the front door of the tyrant opened, spreading the light outside into the room. As the gate opened, Set lifted his head to see who could have opened the gate. Set's eyes showed a reflection of a mysterious figure with a headdress that resembled the face of a falcon, approaching Set. The silence continued to reign as the ghostly figure walked forward, his footsteps echoed across the room and as he walked closer and closer, his presence turned the air that flowed inside of the room into a crushing pressure.

"Hurry up and come. The remnant of my brother." Set spoke as he stood up from his throne, his red eyes glowed as he stared at the figure, grinning before it all went dark.

[Valhalla Arena - Current Time]

"S-Set has been knocked out! I repeat! The god of deserts Set has been knocked out from Simón Bolívar's brand new attack!!" Heimdall stuttered before proclaiming into his Gjallarhorn.

"It can't be...Set is defeated?!" Ares uttered in panic, holding his cold-sweated head from the sight of the clash.

"No, not yet. Knowing him, he'd try to kill Simón before he perishes." Yu Huang uttered in a calm demeanor with his hand on his chin.

"Hah?! How did Simón even survive that, the coffin should've suffocated or even crushed him!" Aslaug questioned in disarray, scratching her head out of curiosity.

"Although Set locked Simón's arms from moving, he used his grip strength to toss the sword at the sand while the coffin formed with the sand was blocking Set's view so he wouldn't see Simón. Nonetheless, looking at the blade from its current condition now, it looks like it's on the verge of breaking down. This shouldn't be a problem, however. It seems like Simón's Volund has reached its full potential." Göll answered, with her finger pointed at the liberator's weapons.

"Full potential, like Hassan?" Aslaug asked, turning her head to Göll.

"Exactly, when the potential is fully reached, its ability usually gets stronger than before. With Simón's Wings of Liberation, the number of techniques he can alter is...infinite!" Göll confidently answered as she watched Simón.

"Infinite?!" Aslaug spoke as her face turned into a flabbergasted expression.

The pistol began to steam from the recoil of the technique as the liberator blew the steam away with his mouth. Simón stared at the sky with a smile on his face, catching his breath after fighting Set before kicking the sword's handle into the air and stylishly catching it in the air. "Phew...I am beaten!" However, Simón immediately got alerted by the tiniest noise from the arena before looking back at his opponent and pointing his pistol at the god, knowing that it wouldn't fire for a while because of the cooldown from his technique.

For a short period of silence across the arena, Set barely moved his fingers before starting to stand up steadily, using the destroyed wall as support before gripping his khopeshes with his feet before crouching down to hold them. Set took a breath before looking at his opponent in the eyes. Simón noticed something with Set's eyes, the god's eyes no longer had a vengeful stare but a gentle one at that. Everyone gasped in shock as Set managed to fully stand up to the ground, holding his weapons like nothing happened.