Elder Blood Witcher - 819 Gaunter is null and void

He wouldn’t allow this demon to bring their fight to Ichor and kill all of his friends and family while they’re frozen in time. So, he made a split second decision, to grab this fucker and teleport him to the one place that’d be able to destroy him if Nalenthi’s journal was correct…

Gaunter tried to resist the pull, using his magic to try and force Reima off of him or possibly disrupt his actions. But Reima simply pushed more magic into it, eventually being the victor in the struggle and disappearing in a burst of light.

*Flash*

Reima and Gaunter O’Dimm appeared in a strange place, it looked like space with one exception… There were no stars, well, that was not strictly true…

Around the two were tiny turquoise spheres that must’ve been infinite… As far as the eye could see there were these tiny Turqouise orbs, Reima wasn’t actually sure how he was able to see at all around here, as there was not light being emitted by anything.

Not only that, but there wasn’t any air either, they were in a complete vacuum.. If Reima’s body wasn’t already monstrously powerful, he had no doubt that his blood would boil while his body would puff up and explode. Fortunately, he was able to hold his breath for a time he’d not discovered, as it was so long it was annoying to test it.

He turns his attention to his passenger, Gauner O’Dimm… He hadn’t noticed it due to his awe of the things surrounding him, but the demon appeared to be screaming his lung out… Not because of the vacuum, but because this was the place of his power… The void.

Reima was actually confused… This place wasn’t cold at all, in-fact, temperature didn’t seem to exist here in a form Reima could recognise. This brought up questions as to how the White Frost came into existence in the first place… If the void wasn’t cold, then how did the void cause the white frost?

His questions would remain unanswered for now, as he needed to remain focussed on the task at hand… He’d let go of Gaunter O’Dimm who thrashed around like a madman, trying to grab hold of anything, clawing at his face, neck and any other visible skin he could reach.

The pain the being appeared to be was excruciating, even when he’d pierced this person’s heart and burned all his flesh from his bones, he’d not got the same reaction he was seeing now.

Blinking in this place was… Strange, space and time didn’t seem to operate how it usually did so he ended up blinking a huge distance away from his target, he blinked a couple more time and gradually managed to get to where he wanted to be after much trial and error.

…

He gives Gaunter a kick which sends them both flying in opposite direction… He wasn’t sure if the demon was dead yet, but judging by how their skin was beginning to flake off and dissipate, it wouldn’t be all that long from now.

Reima continues to watch as Gaunter’s body disintegrates, the person themself continuing to soundlessly scream and claw at their slowly disappearing body…

Reima pulled out a gameboy to wait out the demons slow dramatic death, but found that anything not covered by Elder Blood Magic in this area simply ceased to exist… He’d not covered the device in magic as to not harm the circuitry, but his mistake had turned into a boon at helping him understand this place.

Regular items disappeared when introduced to the void unless protected by Elder Blood Magic, or Void Energy if he was going to accurate about it. Dead flesh reacted similarly, but when Reima pulled a soul from his storage, it remained for a moment before dissipating like how Gaunter O’Dimm had… If at a slower pace.

Shaking his head and deciding to experiment with this place further at a later date, he looks on at Gaunter O’Dimm’s body which had been reduced to a skeleton, still somehow managing to scream without organs or muscles.

Rema extended his arm while channeling the Dark Hand, but was still unable to take this being’s soul… If it had a soul, Reima still wasn’t sure if it did or not.

Without anything unexpected happening, the skeleton finally vanished. Gaunter O’Dimm was dead.

Reima couldn’t help but feel this was anticlimactic… He’d only encountered Gaunter twice, as the main villain of the story shouldn’t there be like a saga where he had a time limit to defeat him or some other bs like that?

He shakes his head, he’d had existential thoughts on his existence a few times in his new life, whether or not he was just the protagonist of someone’s novel. He was an intriguing idea and one that wasn’t all that impossible. But, judging by how he’d lived his life thus far, he reckoned it’d be a pretty poor book if it was a novel, he was satisfied with the thought that if they existed, the author of his life would atleast receive some hateful comments for it.

Reima takes another look around the place before finally blinking back to the battlefield to see if Ciri was alright, and whether everything was back to normal.