Will of chaos-Chapter 1673: Cap 1671: Death is... part 1

Pov Lolth:

"< Natural Spirit Incarnation: Elven Release >" (me)

I was in my Dragon form and using this ability after such an extensive number of years was the same as condemning myself, I knew that, I knew about the rejection of my Soul with my body and my power, keeping everything separated with different layers of seals was a desperate measure to achieve the comet synchronization that the Reincarnation Entity promised.

But fear never allowed me to break the Seals completely, over time I let my Soul sleep and my body acquired new powers, new energies while I also achieved Divinity.

I, who killed so many Dragons to extinction and brought only death during my life, this time I tried to redeem all the lives I took, I used my power to give birth to many Divine Dragons, I nurtured a universe that was only immersed in death after that event, I tried to leave behind those days, those memories, as the ages passed it was only a small part of my life, a part that I did not want to remember.

But now I am not only forced to remember, I am also forced to do what I was once afraid of, by resorting to the power of that time, my Soul will free itself from the seal and along with it the other Seals will fall from the inside out.

There is no guarantee that I will endure this and there is no way the scepter will remain in such a passive state of reaction when feeling the Elven powers mix with the other powers.

"What are you doing!?" (Akatosh)

"Something that should have been done a long time ago." (me)

Crack!!!

"Aaaaaaahhhhhh!!!!!" (me)

"RRRRROOOOOAAAAAAAARRRRRRRR!!!!!" (me)

All the Seals break, I feel a great sense of relief for less than 1 second followed by endless pain, my consciousness and Will integrate once again with the previously separated aspects making me complete once more.

The power of the Elves harmonizes with my Divinity full of the power of Nature with ease, but the power of the Dragon clashed head on with the Demonic power, the three powers made my flesh burn, my blood boil and my power go out of control.

"(Kill... kill...?)" (Scepter)

"(Lolth...)" (Scepter)

"Tarzor!!" (Akatosh)

"I can’t do this for much longer..." (Tarzor)

Suddenly I feel the space bending around me, I feel a hand on my shoulder and my vision becomes clearer, Akatosh was next to me and my scales were covered in red patterns while a pure light full of the power of nature emanates from my wings.

My body and Soul are still plunged in pain, but now it has become more bearable, the Scepter also stopped expanding inside my body after taking half of it, my hand completely fused with it and its dead bodies digging into my flesh as they wrap around my bones.

"He’s coming!" (Akatosh)

"..." (me)

He was almost completely free and that mass of metal and energy was distorting more and more trying to take a different form, from what I heard it must be the body of Arsan, the monster that attacked my house and the one who had his Soul stolen by Zenos.

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Pov Zenos:

"He really lost control in the first attack." (me)

Sarazar was strong, abnormally strong, but his greatest strength was still in his body like all the other Anomalous Dragons, of course that didn’t make his Soul weak.

He advanced at a speed that was almost a blur to me, honestly there was no way to follow his movements if I had to rely on my old form of perception, but thanks to being with Tarzor I could literally feel him moving through space with frightening precision.

His speed wasn’t even the problem, the real concern was his illogical movements, they were unpredictable because they didn’t follow any thought pattern.

I managed to dodge the first attack because it was aimed straight at me, but the kick that came next injured my arm when the claws on his foot grabbed my arm and pulled me towards him with a bite coming at my head.

I used the sword to cut his head that separated from the body before joining it again, but this allowed me to get further away from him, his attack paused for milliseconds allowed me to see his head sticking back in place once more.

That was his Soul, it wasn’t a physical body, it was an Ethereal and spiritual form that couldn’t be easily destroyed.

In that blow I could feel the sword cutting as if I was being bitten by Sarazar, on my arm the remnants of his power are also corroding my scales.

"(Tarzor, why are my movements strange?)" (me)

"(Why are you trying to control your body like you did before, your body is bound as a part of me, your movements don’t match what they should.)" (Tarzor)

"(You’re moving like a fish in water when you should be moving like the water itself moves.)" (Tarzor)

"..." (me)

Sarazar continued to attack me in an increasingly brutal sequence, his body was large but too flexible and he attacks tirelessly without breathing or thinking.

Moving my body felt strange, but I couldn’t understand what was wrong until Tarzor told me, but while he tried to explain it to me with perfected mental speed, I had already received 5 more blows.

His tail grabbed my leg, pulling me towards him while his claw came down towards me, cutting through space itself before hitting my sword. The force threw me backwards, where he spun around, giving a side kick that I again defended with my sword before two bursts of energy came out of his mouths, making me fly away while I felt my Aura tremble with these attacks.

He was already flying towards me, his bestial presence full of pure violence and endless hunger, but following what Tarzor said, I tried to do things differently.

I moved my body forward while moving the space around me, increasing my speed more than 4 times. It was strange to do this as if I was moving twice in a row, an uncomfortable sensation that put more pressure on my body.

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With this speed I finally managed to match Sarazar. I dodged his bite and with the sword covered in Tarzor’s power I made multiple cuts on his body.

Every time the sword passed through his body it was like trying to cut a cloud, there was no resistance and no sensation of a blow, the sword passed easily to the other side and I always felt that the damage was accumulating, but it was on the sword itself that the damage was accumulating and not on Sarazar.

His body rebuilds or reassembles itself continuously, his Soul partly does not have a Core and I cannot figure out how to defeat him like this.

"Sarazar!!!!" (me)

"Hhrrrrrrr!!!!" (Sarazar)

He only makes animalistic sounds, he seems to have no thought process, a purely instinctive creature whose focus is to eat, the problem is that his target is me.

As I got used to using Tarzor’s power I felt the tightening in my Soul and even my Divinity tremble, my body itself was taking more damage because of the overload of Tarzor’s power on me than the damage I suffer from Sarazar.

This can’t go on, even with this power I’m only on par with him in terms of speed, but I’m unable to defend his blows with my body and I can’t do any damage to him, this is simply ridiculous.

"This can’t go on like this..." (me)

A few minutes had passed, but I was unable to do anything against him. Each blow he made destroy the space around him, and I felt it as if it were my own body being injured.

I was also unable to hurt him if I continued like this. Clearly, there was no other option but to use that power. It seemed I had done the right thing by resorting to it before coming here.

The power of death that had previously been pulsing through my arm began to flow into the sword. Kalistos’ presence became more apparent as a symbol of a Black Dragon’s skull formed on the sword, symbols of black flames rising in the starry sky on the blade of the sword.

But this came at a price that I was almost unable to pay. My entire arm was afraid of its destroyed spaces. This time, my Soul was also taken over by the power of death, causing a horrible cold to spread throughout my body along with a feeling of danger.

The power of death was not something easy to manipulate, it was not something that I could really control. This was a power that was granted in a certain amount with aspects that were already defined.

Power flowed into the sword with me just directing it, then the sword burned in black flames as I was deflecting Sarazar’s endless attacks, the pain I was feeling was only increasing, but I was anxious for what would happen now.

My sword descends on Sarazar, but this time he moves his wings to defend and my sword was blocked by his wing before his arms grabbed the side of my body crushing the scales and making blood gush.

"Aaahhh!!!" (me)

I wanted to use a breath attack, but I stopped myself before using Tarzor’s power to teleport me away, holes in the side of my body while a smile forms on my face, this is because I managed to control him for the first time, a part of his wing where I hit was cut, it was not healing like before and I felt the sensation of the blow.

"I can hurt him..." (me)