Tilarmus
Tilarmus led his army through the Izimathune Canyon in high spirits. This would be a safe mission for once. The main forces of his dimension had launched a major assault on the forces of the Prime Material, but not so major as to get the Prime Material’s higher gods involved.
All he had to do was guide his force through one of the inter-dimensional backroads, an intermediary minor dimension filled with nothing but sand, and send all the mortals, i.e. everyone but him, through the portals there.
They would enter into the Prime Material and attempt to infiltrate and gather souls, while he could just head back, getting a full third of the stolen souls for only a few weeks of work.
For a relatively weak demon god like himself, it was the best type of mission—at least until he saw her.
She looked like an old woman, human, with shoulder-length white hair, blue eyes starting to get cloudy, and pale skin. She was wearing a brown battle robe and holding a cane, which she seemed to need to keep herself standing, and, upon closer look with his senses, he could see she was A rank, not a god. She was a powerful mortal, but a mortal nonetheless, and, judging from her life force, one with half a foot in the grave.
She was standing at the end of the canyon, only a few thousand kilometers away, and, as he looked at her, he saw her throw up a little blood. But, just because she was dying, didn’t mean there wasn’t danger.
She had done something to the canyon, trapped it somehow.
As Tilarmus looked around at his army, the weaker demons were starting to die and, every time they did, a black and white gas, emanating the power of yin and yang, left their bodies and entered into their neighbors. Soon the weakest demons were all dead and the next most powerful were starting to fall, unable to keep the intangible gas from entering their bodies.
When they fell in turn, the next most powerful demons started to succumb as well, and the process was quick, the entire army dead within a few minutes.
He tried to move forward, to attack the woman with the large red claymore he drew from his back, but, even though it only took three minutes for him to flash step in front of her, his body was already full of the gas from his entire army.
He couldn’t lift his heavy sword and the old woman reached up and placed the bottom of her cane against his forehead, a light force pushing him onto his back, where he quickly expired.
That small movement seemed to hurt her almost as much, however, and she threw up a very unhealthy amount of blood as she opened her status screen to check her contribution points.
“Just enough.” Speaking her final words, Xara Valin, the Yin Yang Sage, died of old age.
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Tilarmus
Tilarmus led his army through the Izimathune Canyon in high spirits. This would be a safe mission for once. The main forces of his dimension had launched a major assault on the forces of the Prime Material, but not so major as to get the Prime Material’s higher gods involved.
All he had to do was guide his force through one of the inter-dimensional backroads, an intermediary minor dimension filled with nothing but sand, and send all the mortals, i.e. everyone but him, through the portals there.
They would enter into the Prime Material and attempt to infiltrate and gather souls, while he could just head back, getting a full third of the stolen souls for only a few weeks of work.
For a relatively weak demon god like himself, it was the best type of mission—at least until he saw her.
She looked like an old woman, human, with shoulder-length white hair, blue eyes starting to get cloudy, and pale skin. She was wearing a brown battle robe and holding a cane, which she seemed to need to keep herself standing, and, upon closer look with his senses, he could see she was A rank, not a god. She was a powerful mortal, but a mortal nonetheless, and, judging from her life force, one with half a foot in the grave.
She was standing at the end of the canyon, only a few thousand kilometers away, and, as he looked at her, he saw her throw up a little blood. But, just because she was dying, didn’t mean there wasn’t danger.
She had done something to the canyon, trapped it somehow.
As Tilarmus looked around at his army, the weaker demons were starting to die and, every time they did, a black and white gas, emanating the power of yin and yang, left their bodies and entered into their neighbors. Soon the weakest demons were all dead and the next most powerful were starting to fall, unable to keep the intangible gas from entering their bodies.
When they fell in turn, the next most powerful demons started to succumb as well, and the process was quick, the entire army dead within a few minutes.
He tried to move forward, to attack the woman with the large red claymore he drew from his back, but, even though it only took three minutes for him to flash step in front of her, his body was already full of the gas from his entire army.
He couldn’t lift his heavy sword and the old woman reached up and placed the bottom of her cane against his forehead, a light force pushing him onto his back, where he quickly expired.
That small movement seemed to hurt her almost as much, however, and she threw up a very unhealthy amount of blood as she opened her status screen to check her contribution points.
“Just enough.” Speaking her final words, Xara Valin, the Yin Yang Sage, died of old age.
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