Chapter 93: Vouno's Recollection
Kafma plucked The Giant Slayer out of the ground, lifting it effortlessly as if the wounds on his body didn't affect him.
("To think I would have the chance to fight someone with Flevateinn… There's no way I can pass this up.") [Kafma]
The challenge before Kafma lit the fire of excitement inside of him.
"I'll show you the real reason why this sword is called The Giant Slayer." [Kafma]
A circle appeared on the blade, and a strange mist encircled him. Kafma spoke aloud, his words ringing in Askyros' ears.
"Opening recollection of The Giant Slayer paragon. Trance!" [Kafma]
A flash of light broke through the mist, revealing a transparent figure above Kafma. With its eyes closed, the faint silhouette seemed to vanish.
("What… was that?") [Adam]
Adam thought about the figure, but Askyros paid no mind to it. Instead, he focused on the opponent before him.
"..." [Askyros]
He took notice of the clothing Kafma wore. Unlike the standard plated armor he had on just a moment earlier, Kafma now wore something akin to pelted clothing. His face was covered with a mask forming the image of a skull, and the incredibly large sword no longer held the shape of a regular blade.
"What do you think of the true form of my Blessed Legend?" [Kafma]
"I don't know what a Blessed Legend is." [Askyros]
"...What?" [Kafma]
He made small talk, attempting to assess the situation. Inspecting the weapon from afar, Askyros could feel power emanating from it.
("...A sleek surface and a sharp edge. Not only did his weapon change, but his clothing too?") [Askyros]
The Giant Slayer's blade was pure black, holding a rectangular shape where it's previous appearance was nowhere to be seen. Though it did not change in size, it's design was more lavishly decorated than before. The handle was now wrapped in brown leather, and the presence of a bejeweled silver guard was now apparent. Gleaming beautifully, the side of the blade had the name, "Vouno" etched into it.
"...You really don't know what a Blessed Legend is?" [Kafma]
"If I knew, I wouldn't have asked." [Askyros]
Lifting his sword high into the air, Kafka smiled underneath his mask.
"Then allow me to educate you!" [Kafma]
The strange figure appeared next to Kafma once again. This time, Askyros was able to get a clear view of it.
("Is that a second Kafma?! Wait… no, that's… someone else?") [Adam]
The transparent figure wore the same clothing as Kafma and also wielded the same weapon, but they were completely different people.
"I'm warning you now, I'm going to attack five times." [Kafma]
He took a step forward, and the figure next to him did the same. It seemed to mimic each and every move Kafma made.
("It's copying Kafma?!") [Adam]
"Vouno's first strike! Grand Fissure!" [Kafma]
As Kafma brought down his weapon, Askyros felt a cold sweat run down his neck. Sensing danger, he dived to the left. The slash generated an enormous amount of wind pressure, devastating everything in its path other than Askyros.
("How did we dodge it?!") [Adam]
Rolling in the dirt, Askyros immediately picked himself up.
"Vouno's second strike!" [Kafma]
To Askyros' surprise, Kafma had already closed the distance between them. He positioned himself at a low angle, preparing for an upwards slash.
"Great Upheaval!" [Kafma]
Unable to dodge in time, Askyros lunged at the weapon through desperation. Slamming his fists together on the flat sides of The Giant Slayer, he attempted to catch and bring the attack to a halt.
"Hrng!!" [Askyros]
("He's insane!") [Adam]
Like the last strike, a fearsome wind pressure followed after the blade. It tore up the ground and lifted the Askyros through the air. Blown away from the attack, Askyros miraculously survived with only a few scratches.
"Vouno's third strike!" [Kafma]
("Again?!") [Adam]
Kafma spun around with his weapon held sideways, bringing about tremendous force behind it.
"Shattered Horizon!" [Kafma]
An invisible blade sliced through the air, heading towards Askyros with blinding speed. Faced with the chill of death, Askyros bent himself backwards enough for the attack to graze his hair.
("That was close…!") [Adam]
Followed by the sound of deforming landscapes in the background, Kafma launched himself forward.
"Vouno's fourth strike!" [Kafma]
Cutting through the air like a bullet, Kafma thrusted his blade ahead.
"Gaia Lance!" [Kafma]
The attack caught Askyros off-guard. It was impossible to dodge in his off-balance state, so he took it head on.
"GRAHHH!!!" [Askyros]
Straining his legs, Askyros re-balanced himself. His breath steamed even more than before and the shining light in his veins became blinding. In a moment of recklessness, he struck the sword upwards with his fist.
("He deflected my attack with his fist?!") [Kafma]
His expression displayed his shock clearly through the mask, but it was soon turned into delight.
("An opponent who can withstand my recollection! This fight is… exhilarating!") [Kafma]
"Vouno's fifth strike!" [Kafma]
Shifting the handle in his unguarded state, he was prepared to bring down the might of his blade.
"Come!" [Askyros]
Both sides readied themselves, hardening their resolve to fight even if they had to throw their life away in this very moment.
"Giant's Befall!" [Kafma]
"Break!" [Askyros]
The name etched in The Giant Slayer set ablaze, and Askyros' Flevateinn enveloped him. Their attacks collided, creating an explosion of wind and dust alike. By the time it had all settled, the victor had been decided.
"...Ugh!" [Kafma]
Kafma had lost. His sword was broken into pieces, and an exceptionally large shard of it had pierced his chest.
"...You really broke my sword." [Kafma]
Falling to one knee, he vomited blood seconds later.
"You were a good opponent." [Askyros]
Words like those usually stemmed from arrogance, but the only feeling he put into them was respect. Askyros' arm was covered with cuts and gashes, along with small chunks of Kafma's sword embedded into them.
"...I wonder if Ryse is okay." [Askyros]
He turned his head to look at his friend, but was met with an expression of horror.
"ASKYROS!!!" [Ryse]
Askyros saw Ryse's lips move, but he could not hear his words. Just then, Askyros felt a sharp pain in his back. Slowly looking behind him, he noticed a small blade stuck into his back.
"Wh… at?" [Askyros]
Falling to his knees, Adam woke up with a jolt.
"UWAH!!" [Adam]
Breathing heavily and sweating profusely, he took deep breaths to calm himself. After he regained his composure, Adam finally took notice of his surroundings.
"I'm… back?" [Adam]
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Vilince
Vilince There might be a lot of missing parts in this chapter, but I might just decide to explain it all in the next chapter. If not, then that means I've decided to explain it bit by bit over a long course of time. Anyways, thanks for reading!
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