The White Chronicle

Chapter 15 - Adaptation

Daija's acid still bubbles violently, preventing any of his enemies from approaching him. He knows, he is physically superior but his magic is lacking. "I need more power . . . I need to escape or I will exhaust this body's life force" he mutters to himself while he looks around for any opening. He considers fighting them head-on but Leshin has a divine weapon, a spear made by a heavenly being. Plus Kento and his men have magic that might not hurt him but can hinder his movement.

Leshin summons a wave of mud and dirt to cover the acid. The acid boils most of it but the overwhelming mud and dirt cover it; the defense that Daija made is now gone. Kento's snail shamans cast their magic and spin a sticky silk substance above their head. They throw it at Daija in an attempt to capture him. "Too slow," Daija says as he easily dodges the magic but then the mud underneath his foot grabs a hold of him. Kento and other frog shaman rush in and attempt to stab the open wounds that Leshin made. Daija's face shows fear, he was fooled. He dodged the web and not his footing was caught in mud, he tries to struggle out of it but the mud started to climb up to his legs.

Kento and his men use their magic to empower their swords. They rushed in and planned to stab the open wounds on Daija. But it was all in vain; as the men reached Daija they are all covered by his acid and melted in an instant. Daija laughs as the men melt in front of him. He opens his mouth wide open and spits acid to the mud that holds his foot.

Leshin angered by the death of his comrades summon a tidal wave of sharp rocks and swirled above Leshin. He summoned more and more rocks; large ones that can crush a body part with ease, sharp ones that can pierce thru a man's skin, and small ones that can lodge itself in the eyes of Daija. He motions his spear in a circling motion and the rocks follow; after gathering what looks like a mountain of rocks he hurled it all towards Daija.

Daija just shrugs it off as the rocks didn't hurt it at all. He laughs and exclaims that it's effect to him is like a kid throwing pebbles against a castle. It won't hurt or dent him, it's just annoying him. Daija runs into the rocks with his arms covering his head and eyes. He runs and manages to get closed to Leshin. Leshin tries to make the ground soft and turn it into mud again but Daija was quick on his feet. Daija uses his magic to boost his speed and with one fell swoop, he manages to slice off the neck of Leshin.

Leshin was taken off guard by this attack as he tries to heal his wounds. Daija had enough and leaps on top of him to finish him off. Leshin loses his footing and Daija had his way with him. He slashes and clawed every part of Leshin and made sure he won't breathe or stand up again.

Daija let a roar and yells that he is finally free from these nuisances. "That takes care of that and now to get out of here." He takes in the heavy breathes to relax looks at the castle and thinks for a second. "If my sense is right, there is a tengu here. . . "He mutters to himself and thinks that he needs to consume the tengu he sense so he can spout wings.

Daija thinks to himself that it has been a long time since he had a body and the last time he used his adaptation abilities. He remembered the time when he and the other kings rule the world. They could have changed the world with the body parts of Bathala. The body parts once gave him the power of adaptation thus he can be anything he wanted to be but when the war ended he and the other kings lose that old ability. Daija remembered the old times when he used to eat large fish; after consuming I, his body can grow gills and web feet as is the attributes of that fish was passed on to him.