The hairs on the back of Ah-Tallo's neck rose, goosebumps running across his now pale skin. Chaos made the earth shake with every step, his presence looming over the Gods and Monsters alike. He felt an overwhelming sense of fear and dread wash over him, drowning his mind in it. Despite being one of the most powerful Gods, Ah-Tallo couldn't move his legs. They were frozen in place.
Doom. A powerful ability Chaos had, an ability that manipulated a single fiber of fear in a person and expanded it to a level where they'd be paralyzed upon looking at him. It wasn't a permanent ability, it usually lasted half an hour before wearing off, but Ah-Tallo didn't have half an hour.
Move he told himself. It was long ago when Chaos had killed the God of Insects. I'm over it, he told himself. No matter how many times he told himself, he had never gotten over the death of Turmaton, the God of Insects. Decades had passed since then. He needed to move, he needed to show Turmaton he was strong, that he was worthy.
He finally broke free of Chaos' Doom. As he looked to the rest of the Gods and Mortals on the battlefield, he noticed that he was the only one who could move. Not even the Goddess of Nature, Synysia, had moved. She was still frozen in fear. His liquid ichor scythe returned to his skin, being absorbed into his body.
Ah-Tallo stepped forward, ready to face Chaos alone. Cutting open his wrist once more, he created dual swords from his ichor. As Chaos was still in the distance, Ah-Tallo cut through some of the petrified Monsters, gathering their green blood, empowering him greatly.
Upon seeing Ah-Tallo almost effortlessly break free of Chaos' doom, Synysia began to move, breaking through Chaos' Doom as well. Synysia walked over to Ah-Tallo.
"We need to fight him together, we can't afford to lose this wall," Synysia says, startling Ah-Tallo. He turns to her, nodding silently in agreement. The two then broke the other Gods and Mortals out of Doom as Chaos came closer still. Chaos' presence was made clear when the small earthquakes that came from his stomping suddenly stopped.
The Gods looked up at the hulking figure that was Chaos. He stood frighteningly tall. He made even the tallest God look like a doll.
"Hello, Mortals," Chaos said with disdain to the Gods and Humans. "I suggest you leave this wall to crash and burn before I take one of your worthless lives." Chaos looked down at the Mortals, cracking his discolored knuckles. His jaundiced rotten flesh complemented the earthy fields where he stood, making him almost blend in.
The sky seemed to darken as Chaos loomed over them, gray and black clouds drowning the light of the sun. Fear was in the air, among the Gods, Humans, and Monsters. The hairs on all of them stood on end from fear of Chaos.
"We will not retreat, Chaos, we will stand and protect," Ah-Tallo said, stepping forward to face Chaos, his dual ichor and blood swords by his side. "We will guard this wall, even if it means sacrifice." Chaos laughed at Ah-Tallo's statement, killing any inspiration it gave to the others.
"Do you truly think you can stop me from simply killing you and destroying that wall?" Chaos asked, crossing his arms over his chest. Ah-Tallo breathed heavily; it was evident that even though he got over Chaos' doom he was still very much scared of Chaos and his power. His shaky hands were barely holding the dual ichor blades, their form barely being kept.
"You'll die before you hit the ground," Chaos said before winding up a punch and hitting Ah-Tallo, sending him flying backward and hitting the wall, where everything went black.
The last thing that went through his mind rang through his head.
I'm sorry I couldn't be stronger, Turmaton.
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A flower pulsated rhythmically in the bunker. The message system designed by Synysia read out 'In danger. Front line. Man down.'
"Someone's dead on the front lines," Ataxia said to Exoia, still looking at the flower. All the Gods looked at Ataxia, Exoia looking up from the map grimly.
"Who? God or Human?" Exoia asked, looking at the back of Ataxia.
"God, Ah-Tallo fell in combat," Ataxia said solemnly, still staring at the no longer pulsating flower. Exoia froze, his shoulders dropped and eyes widened. One of the most powerful Gods had just fallen in combat. Now the only ones who stood a chance in a one-on-one scenario were Exoia, Ataxia, and Synysia.
"He's dead?" Exoia asked, hoping that it wasn't true, that Ah-Tallo had survived, somehow, someway.
"Confirmed dead," Ataxia said, a lump forming in his throat. Exoia clenched his fists and slammed the table.
"He can't keep getting away with this, at this rate we'll only have a handful of Gods left."
"What are we to do? We just lost the God of Blood." Exoia contemplated this question, what were they going to do?
"We do have one hope, one even if all the Gods perish," A voice said from behind the two Gods. All the Gods and Humans in the bunker turned to the voice, Ataxia and Exoia looked as well, only to see Quinchitell, the faceless God of Time. Quinchitell had no facial features on his pale white face. His outfit was covered head to toe in belts and leather, with gears and metals populating it as well.
"What's your brilliant idea to help us, Quinchitell?" Exoia asked sarcastically, thinking not a singular thing could help them in their dire situation. Everyone anticipated Quinchitell's response.
"I received a prophecy long ago, one that came when Exoia gave his speech." Exoia's eyes widened at this, because prophecies were not to be treated lightly, telling people of the future in a cryptic and puzzling fashion, meant as a warning.
"What are you waiting for? Tell us what the prophecy told you," Exoia said, now knowing that there was some hope. Quinchitell took a deep breath through their non-existent mouth, then began to recite the prophecy.
The tyrannical fist of evil will never fall
Not even in the final brawl
The lord Giganton will never be slain
Though his tyranny will eventually wane
The Guardians will lock him away with Arcane
Even after death they will remain
The everlasting survivors will see them crawl
The sightless seer predicts evil's downfall
The nobody has the most power
The Mother of Life comes in a flower
A traitor to Chaos will be a terror
There will be a hero whose magic is in the bearer
The power of ambition will empower the heroes
The knower of most will rise from a life of zeroes
Their seven souls combined
Will make Chaos' own forever bind
Once the ending line to the prophecy was finally muttered, time itself seemed to have come to a pause. Finally Quinchitell spoke.
"We need to find The Guardians, only they can defeat Chaos." His words echoed through the bunker, the silence now deafeningly loud. "We need a search party, one that will help us live in happiness, one that will find The Guardians. They will be named the Survivor Gods. Now who wants to join me?"
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Great Wyrm Chronicles: Giganton
FantasyA Gigaton named Chaos has enslaved the world, commanding it with all his power and strength for millions of years. That is, until the Gods he created betrayed him, rebelling, fighting to take back the freedom that they had been promised. Will the Go...
