Shattering Humanity-Chapter 410: Standing On A Wall Of Water

’Shortly before dawn Jesus went out to them, walking on the lake.

When the disciples saw him walking on the lake, they were terrified. "It’s a ghost," they said, and cried out in fear.

But Jesus immediately said to them: "Take courage! It is I. Don’t be afraid."

"Lord, if it’s you," Peter replied, "tell me to come to you on the water."

"Come," he said.

Then Peter got down out of the boat, walked on the water and came toward Jesus. But when he saw the wind, he was afraid and, beginning to sink, cried out, "Lord, save me!"

Immediately Jesus reached out his hand and caught him. "You of little faith," he said, "why did you doubt?"

And when they climbed into the boat, the wind died down.

Then those who were in the boat worshiped him, saying, "Truly you are the Son of God."’-Matthew 14:25-33

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Jesse James Voice: "Reality cannot be changed by everyone doing what is right, Vegetius.

It can only be altered when someone keeps doing what is wrong, until it eventually becomes the right."

SeiõrSnow continues to fall over the high elevated southern cliffs of Kami Island.

Only a few miles of paved road seperate the base of the Sister Mountains and a 150 yard drop to water crashing against the side.

Jesse James Voice: "Please Vegetius, don’t tell anyone about the ’magic’ I’ve exposed to you two.

Try not to excessively expose your new capabilities in public, unless it’s the only way to save others."

Surprisingly, a hand with fingertips covered in a bluish yellow Seiõr grips the edge where the road to the prison was sliced off the mountain.

Jesse James Voice: "It’s not right to broadcast our immediate superiority to a confrontational world.

That’s why my predecessors couldn’t unite the world to definitively prove themselves as the Messiah."

There is muffled, controlled breathing of a man climbing the dangerously fatal edge of the island and lifting blue eyes just high enough to scope the immediate surroundings.

Jesse James Voice: "Slowly and quietly, we’ll keep doing what’s ’wrong’.

Then someday, when we have the opportunity to make everything right, we’ll be the saviors of this reality."

Once the trained Seiõr user notices the coast is clear, the man who is surprisingly knowledgeable with Seiõr techniques pulls his bodyweight, along with his rifle, survival backpack, and personal ammunition to the flat, SeiõrSnow dusted surface.

After successfully scaling up the entire side by himself, the masked soldier who was sitting in the largest carrier vessel more than 3 miles away, is on all fours. The trained soldier catches his breath with his blue eyes closed.

He manages three exhales before...

MamMon DæMon: "May I help you, Sir?"

The invading soldier’s blue eyes shoot open, his heart skips a beat, and he doesn’t raise his head.

A drop of sweat falls to the asphalt.

No where to be seen when the climbing Marine had previously peeked, the smirking DæMon has the lone wolf frozen in SeiõrSense intimidation. Her gold on gold SanguineSoulSeiõrShield shines even under the bright afternoon sun.

With no answer or movement from the still bowing soldier caught sneaking on her territory, MamMon DæMon deactivates her flowing energy.

The otherwise unperturbed woman looks down on the man with a gun strapped to his back.

MamMon DæMon: "So, you must be one of the Sheriff’s more important toys, huh?"

No answer...

Thinking the caught enemy invader is panicking MamMon shakes her head.

Using her Nye-omnipotency to quickly do a background check on him and mentally play with her opposing General’s Ace card.

MamMon DæMon: "Blue eyes...Orange hair...

A selfless, and willful perseverance despite no signs of genetically dominant lineage..."

Not completely sure what is going on, no longer frozen in fright, the confused combat trooper takes a deep inhale.

MamMon DæMon: "All it took was anyone with your unwavering faith to mention Seiõr, and you’d have mutual acknowledgement as a Seer.

...

...Let me ask you something hopeful foot soldier, since you are so desperate to stand on my territory..."

The man swallows his spit, realizing the amount of power his Seiõr control has compared to the woman talking both literally and figuratively down to him.

He attempts to lift his head but the alpha female is reveling in being bowed down to. One of her heels steps down on his military combat helmet and the well built young man has his face put to the warm asphalt.

MamMon DæMon: "No. No. No.

Ohh, and you were doing so well. I started to believe my little cousin had perfectly trained you."

A slightly darkened moist spot is visible from the moisture in his breath. His breathing can be heard through the cloth over his mouth.

MamMon DæMon: "This is more of a rhetorical question, but do you confidently trust that pink cowgirl.

The belief that woman who once saved you will have the power and answers capable of overcoming all your average laymen problems. Problems like half-intelligent aliens or the groups of selfish, destructive humans who are Seiõr-less..."

The pressure from the DæMon’s white and gold trimmed high heel releases her skull pinned prey.

MamMon DæMon: "...You wannabes are so out of your league. The war she has irresponsibly committed so much of her Sanguine power to today, will be the equivalent of a tee ball team versus two professional all-star baseball teams.

The question I would like you to seriously consider is, if the plight of your ’Messiah’ was abruptly discredited by someone with over 1,000 years of experience in your ’Chosen One’ abilities, will you continue to believe you have a fly’s fart of a chance to even find your pilot friend?

Let alone save him?"

Finally remembering the whole reason for the Sheriff sending the Navy and Marines on this emergency mission, the soldier’s blue eyes widen but quickly switch to aggression.

Finally bracing himself with bravery like an actual Marine, the man’s angry blue eyes look up...

But the shifty and magical woman is no longer in front of the prideful island intruder.

A few yards down the paved path, wind blows a few dead leaves across the road as the single troop gets to a knee.

Behind the kneeling Marine, MamMon stands with her heels over the ledge.

MamMon DæMon: "Your boots are wet.

So you WaterWalked here..."

She falls backwards at the perfect timing for the flummoxed foot soldier to see the peekaboo player disappear behind the cliff side from where he had just climbed up.

The man gets to his feet calmly and is in no hurry to check up on the woman who jumped from a height of certain death.

Thinking she has left him alone, the soldier named Vegetius goes to reach for his gun strapped to his back, but...

MamMon DæMon: "Looking for this?"

Finally allowing the man’s blue eye to get a good look at her, the superhuman female is effortlessly holding the rifle vertically by the barrel with one hand like a sword.

MamMon DæMon: "I sure don’t want to push the island’s ideology on visitors..."

The DæMon puts her other palm over the trigger and her hands get covered in orange/red Seiõr.

MamMon DæMon: "...Or make it appear as if we don’t believe in self defense here..."

In the palm of her blazing hands, MamMon’s fingers sink around the carbon steel and she uses the burning Seiõr in her palm to melt the barrel down to nothing.

MamMon DæMon: "...But here on this island it’s one or the other.

If you have mutual acknowledgement with Seiõr, to maintain the integrity our universal deserves, ’overkill’ will not be tolerated."

The strength of the Seiõr technique being displayed by the unnaturally born witch, makes the eyes of the newbie magic user tear up like watching a welding flame.

MamMon walks closer, lightly bumping the shoulder of the sweating soldier standing like a statue.

MamMon DæMon: "I know your here on this section of my island because you’re special compared to your peers.

So how about this, kid?"

MamMon effortlessly throws the now useless melted firearm out to the ocean like a stick.

It soars almost 500 yards until finally landing in the water with a small splash.

She turns back around to face the man who has once again gone through a turnstile of emotions in reaction.

He shakes his head and Vegetius focuses back on the opposition. The blonde witch backs up to the ledge once more, hanging her heels off the edge. All body weight being held up by her green nail painted toes.

MamMon DæMon: "I am aware of your mental block when it comes to having conversations with those you don’t know.

In that case, I will flat out tell you.

Since I am undoubtedly the strongest you will find on this island, you can challenge me in a simple test of combat.

Instead of using military force..."

Vegetius’ fist tightens and his teeth are biting his face cloth in rage.

No hesitation at all, he accepts the offer of a contest with a nod.

A wicked smile grows on MamMon’s face while she stands precariously over a 250 yard drop to her death.

MamMon DæMon: "Pleasant.

It’s quite simple really, I’ll stand on this ledge, like so.

If you can either knock me off, or force me to put a heel on the ground, I will not only submit my territory to the Sheriff on my faction’s behalf, but also I will hand over the man she had risked thousands of lives for.

I will offer you the opportunity to earn a reprieve for your Sheriff..."

{South Kami Island}

In the ocean, half of a mile away from the shore of Tomodachi Beach, all 7 warships have stopped dead in the water.

The deck outside each vessel is full of people trying to get a look at the blockade preventing their military operation.

There are mixed emotions of disbelief, excitement, intrigue, disparity, fear, but most of all, confusion.

From her special watercraft, scowling Jesse James looks ahead at the first unpredictable obstacle Takamagahara has set up to stop her.

A wall of ocean water, almost as high as the western face of the island, conceals the entire sandy shore and the Sanpaku territory attached behind it.

Behind the Sheriff, the First Mate of the ship runs out of the wheelhouse to check on the commotion.

First-Mate: "What the...

Wait, do you see that?

Is someone up there?!"

Having already seen Kami Island’s own way to project its power, Jesse James narrows her vision up above.

MamMon DæMon Voice: "You definitely wouldn’t know this, but the careless decision to setup a beachhead on the south shores, that decision alone sealed the fate for a majority of your surviving county’s valuable men and women on those ships."