A Tale After Four Lives - Volume 2

Aura was flying at maximum speed towards Mythander who was doing his best to fend off the Demon King, being no longer able to keep a distance from the Demon King Mythander could only try his best to dodge all the fatal blows the Demon King was throwing at him, each swing of its sword being more than enough to take his life.

“Master, I’ll help!”

Mythander had just jumped back dodging another overhead swing from the demon king while reciprocating it with ten fireballs slamming into it at once, it had almost no effect other than pushing the Demon King back a step or two, giving Aura enough time to reach Mythander.

With a swing of her arms a dozen light spears sho towards he Demon King who blocked them with its sword. Aura kept at it while using her other hand to help increase Mythanders mana recovery rate which was already pretty high compare to other mages in this world, having only to rest for six hours before restoring his astronomical amount of mana, making him able to cast a few super-tier spells and still not be fully drained.

The Demon King did not want Mythander to spam him to death with more spells so decided to stop defending and rush them while tanking Aura’s attacks with his body. The light elemental spears pierced his body and burned his impure blood as it tried to purge him.

Agony, this was the dealing the Demon King felt as light coursed through his veins purging his very existence, although he was recovering as fast as he was being destroyed the pain the light was giving him was unimaginable.

The Demon King screamed in pain as it rushed the duo using its massive sword it cleaved towards Mythander, taking him as a much greater threat.

With a quick move, Mythander pushed Aura to the side while took a quick step to his right just as the sword reached his position, missing him by a hair breath, its aura burning the sleeve of his robe a causing some minor blisters to appear down his left arm. Mythander ignored these superficial injuries as he slammed his staff against the Demon King’s head in a counter-attack.

His attack was quick and right at the moment, the Demon King had exerted all his strength, making it impossible to dodge, his form gracefully fully displaying the Elven War Art to all who were watching the battle.

As the crystal on top of the staff made contact with the Demon King’s skull, it glowed in a resplendent light as Mythander unleashed another spell out of it.

<Mind Blast>

A wave of mental power surged from the crystal slamming into the Demon Kings pure fragile and some would say peanut-sized brain, causing him to recoil backward, dropping his sword as he clutched his head screaming in an ear-piercing voice. It felt as if somebody just through his brain to a blender, his thoughts were in disarray and he was attacked by unbearable pain.

Mythander grimaced as he watched the Demon King backtrack as it held its head while screaming in pain, it might have looked like they had the upper hand while fighting this Demon King, but he knew the truth, their mana was slowly depleting while the Demon King constantly regenerated any damaged done. While he’s power could be said to be a half step into the divine essential being almost a god while Aura was at the peak of mortality, this Demon King had taken that last step making mortal means almost impossible to kill him.

Having thought of this he could only conclude that what they were doing is meaningless, the only way to stop this demon king was to unleash an attack so devastating it could kill a god.

These thoughts flashed in Mythander’s mind in mere seconds, making so that the Demon King had yet to recover from his previous attack, and Aura kept impaling him with dozens of light spears at a time making him even more miserable.

Mythander made his move at this time while yelling at Aura, ” Keep him distracted!”, he made his way to the demon king with a few quick steps, with his left hand he gripped the crystal at the tip of his staff.

Shatter!

The crystal shattered under his grip, causing an unimaginable amount of rogue mana to run rampant through his left arm, it almost immediately started breaking apart as many blueish glowing cracks appeared on his once flawless skin.

<Maxamise>

Ruins appeared around his left arm, forcing the mana to move in a certain way, unfortunately, it only enhanced the arms destruction and not decreased. Mythander moved with great haste as he pressed the palm of his left hand against the Demon King’s chest.

For a moment evrything became calm, even the Demon King had a moment of clarity as he and Mythander stared at each other, the difference was while Mythander’s eye’s held an Unwavering resolve the Demon King’s eyes were filled with fear.

<Hell Blaze>

A blue flame erupted from Mythanders left palm, immediately setting the Demon King aflame, while forcefully throwing him hundreds of meters away. The world lit up as the flames kept spuing from Mythander’s left palm looking like a tsunami of blue flames, it read out and moved forwards. Luckily the city that they were fighting in was a border city and the way the fire was moving was in the direction of the Demon King territories.

From this day on legends, would tell of the terrifying blue flame that the elven sage unleashed in his battle against the Demon King, destroying not only a hundred demon city’s but burning the land and mountains of all life for a thousand years.

The blue flames of hell, unextinguishable for all eternity, a flame that would even keep burning for a thousand years long after the caster’s death it was known by few, but feared by all creation.

Mythander felt no joy after unleashing that spell because he saw the Demon King slowly standing up even amidst the pyre. His body blazed with blue hellfire, his body’s restoration powers working on full throttle barely keeping pace with the fires incinerating. Even though he survived he was in pure agony, his only thought was to destroy whoever did this to him consequences be dammed, and with that one thought, he charged at Mythander.

Mythander sighed lightly as he watched the last remnants of what was his left arm turned to ash, the power it had contained was too much thus his arm was destroyed. He was not sad by this loss, it was a necessary sacrifice, he was about to make an even more dire one, or the direst one can make.

“Master!”

Aura yelled in fright as she also saw his left arm disappear into ash and was blown away by the wind, she quickly shortened the distance between them intending to heal him and hopefully restore his lost appendage, her eyes were wet with tears, streaming out like an unending river as she looked at his no empty left side.

Mythnder raised his right hand in her direction and drew a line, causing Aura to scream in shock as she disappeared from this world back to her own. He had banished her.

“Forgive me,” Myhander said slowly as he stared at the Demon King whos was now but a hundred meters away from him, ” WHat I am about to do, you should never see.”

Mythander pulled a knife from out of his cloak and pointed it towards the Approaching Demon King. He spoke in an Ancient and terrifying Language.

“AS THEY SEARCH FOR BLOOD”

The Demon King suddenly slammed his feet into the ground forcefully stopping himself, through all this pain and madness clarity came to him int the form of fear. Fear not for your life but your immortal soul, all his instincts called to him to retreat and like a wise demon, he heeded them and ran like there was no tomorrow, because to him there will not be.

The dagger was turned in a reverse grip aiming for Mythander’s heart.

“All EYES DESCEND ON ONE”

“A CHOSEN SACRIFICE, A WILLING HEART”

The knife was pulled back as he plunged it into his own heart.

“No!”

The heroes and Mythanders friends watching evrything from the mountain nearby yelled in horror as they saw there friend kill himself, but this was all ignored by Mythander, he was in a world of his own, one only filled with the retreating back of the Demon King in it.

“HEAR ME OH CRUEL LAWS OH IMMORAL GODS”

“HEAR AND TREMBLE”

“MY FLESH SHALL FORM THE SPEAR AND MY SOUL SHALL WIELD IT”

“NOW SUMMON THE MORTAL SPEAR!!!!”

Mythander yelled at the top of his lungs causing all to shiver at how natural his voice sounded at that moment as if he was no longer a mortal elf but something else, something darker.

The Demon King at this moment felt his fear instantly magnify, he turned his head to watched Mythander as he spoke the final words of his incantation, his face twisted as he saw the result.

Mythander, his entire body exploded into piles of flesh and blood…