The Gameverse

LEVEL TWENTY FOUR

The ground smashed into pieces under the weight of the attack Searte blocked. The over head swing was moving quickly and the fists were made of huge chunks of rock that splintered into hundreds of tiny shards on impact.

Grimacing, Searte blocked another onslaught from the fountain giant. The two creatures she had created to aggro for her had been turned on her, and we're making it impossible to attack Gilgamesh.

Using the power of Black, Searte summoned a void shield in a gamble to remove one of the giants from the fight. It was the stable giant that fell into the trap, it's fists crashing heavily into the shield which melted into a black hole on collision with the giant.

With a groan as irritating as the sight of it, the giant fell deep into the black hole as the gravitational pull ripped it to pieces. The fountain giant took a wary step back, picking up some rubble to use and distance himself from Searte.

Searte summoned a gigantic war hammer, three times the size of the giant and twice as heavy. To her it was paper weight, and she obliterated the giant in a heartbeat with one light swing.

Gilgamesh cursed. "You and these blasted weapons. When will you learn that you cannot win against me no matter what you use?"

Searte smiled, warmly. "Why, when the world is in the hands of a resurrected Tæron of course."

Gilgamesh's breath caught. So that was her plan; take all six stones and resurrect the Old One, Tæron lord of the cosmos. Memories flashed through his brain, causing him to grit his teeth as fresh rage filled his eyes.

"Tæron...shall...not...LIVE!" He yelled, his aura building into a large projection of himself. ~WRATH OF THE MAD TITAN~ a skill that Gilgamesh had been training and working on for years revealed itself to be monstrous. It oozed power and Searte found herself struggling to stand under the oppressing force of Gilgamesh's fighting spirit.

"No...what is this? I don't understand, I should be able to beat you without much effort! You mean to tell me that all this time..." Searte said worriedly.

" Yes, I have never used even 10 percent of my true power. Now let me show you the true meaning of fear."

Gilgamesh's presence increased, his killing intent making Searte cough blood. She could feel her organs bursting, feel the blood fill her throat. She could taste the bile in her mouth.

She had never lost this badly. Gilgamesh had barely even touched her but her body felt like a trillion needles had been plunged into her at light speed. Hacking up more blood, she spat the dark red glob of her life force onto the ground and allowed herself to fall to her stomach.

As her consciousness ebbed away she thought of how much pain Gilgamesh had probably gone through because of her. She killed the one man in the game he had grown to trust, destroyed his empire when he wanted nothing to do with the game, and killed his mentor, the reason they were who they were in the game; Tæron.

As if he was in her head, Gilgamesh grimaced and picked her up by her head.

"I do not do this because of any grudges I might bare towards you, Heather. This is all for the best."

The pressure on Searte's skull increased as Gilgamesh's thick fingers wrapped around it and squeezed. Blood squirted through a head injury, staining Gilgamesh. A single tear found its way out of his eye, memories he had forcefully suppressed rushing to the surface.

Searte slowly raised a shaking hand and touched the massive hand on her head, as if to console Gilgamesh. The emotions he was feeling were making his aura expand even more than when they were fighting, the pressure from it and his hand were crushing her violently.

With a solid grunt, Gilgamesh completely compressed Searte's head in his fist. Blood and brain matter and some bone splattered everywhere, some entering Gilgamesh's mouth as he let out a single cry of rage; directed at no one but himself.

He made the game, he'd be the one to end it all. He had already written a failsafe program for years that would send everyone who died in game back into the computers matrix and would keep them there while the world reset to a game without abilities and powers. This was his ideal plan, he alone would suffer the decimation that The Gameverse would become.

Looking back at the hole in the castle, Gilgamesh spied a figure standing half in shadow. His rage rose again, anger and frustration building. In a single leap he cleared the distance between where he stood and the hole in a second, blasting through the air at light speed.

Enki stepped to the side, revealing the massive hammer Searte had been brandishing earlier. With a flick of his finger, the hammer swung as fast as Gilgamesh moved.

The collision shattered the castle, shockwaves ripping chunks of wall and floor sending them flying towards Gilgamesh.

Blasting some of the boulders that were his castle into nanoparticles, Gilgamesh blurred severally attempting to avoid the numerous rocks. The hammer slammed into him, but he barely managed to halt its blow. Forcing his body into a defensive stance, the impact from the hammers momentum passed through Gilgamesh and demolished the land behind him.

Enki smirked. "And here I was thinking you were strong, big brother." He said smugly, watching as Gilgamesh spat out blood from possible internal damage. Summoning his sacred gear, ORION'S BLADES, Enki began his assault- barraging his brothers body with multiple cuts and stabs. His speed was surreal to Gilgamesh; Enki was always the weakest of them all. What was happening?

Making a bold slash at Gilgamesh's exposed clavicle, Enki took a step back and waited for his brother to begin to heal.

"How?" It was a quiet throaty question, but Enki smiled his gentlest toothy grin and started pacing around his kneeling brother.

"How, you ask? How? Have you ever really known me, brother? You were so occupied with your delusions and dreams that you didn't notice me quietly take over the universe. You didn't notice me use a glamour on the humans. Didn't even realize when I put you under my mind control. Simply put, 'how' is through my own cunning and hard work.

"Think back to when I first came to meet you. The guard who brought me in as a corpse-did you once stop to think if you ever had such a race in this entire world? No? And as limitless as our powers are we cannot mimic the dead. Did you realize that? Still no? Wow, brother of the year award right here folks! What about when I used the glamour to mind control you? As all powerful as you make yourself look, you never noticed that you would break a piece of the blue stone and give it to me till you were no weaker than an insect? No?"

Enki spat on the ground and raised a blade, pointing it at Gilgamesh's heart.

"Today, brother. You die today".