A World Without Sin

Black Vox was under attack. Multiple battles were being waged over the prison. The once pristine area surrounding it now were pitted and scarred from the absolute carnage that held sway, not only over the mysterious invaders and the inmates but even those dedicated to stopping what many already knew to be the worst-case-scenario from escalating further still.

Roland was starting to sweat. The silver-haired swordmaster could feel his armor failing him by the second. Repeated blows that he should have been able to simply shrug off began to chip rapidly at his armor’s thinning his faltering defenses. Not only was he running out of protection, his infinite armory was blocked, preventing him from adapting to the situation. He knew he had to have something, somewhere, but without access to it he was a sitting duck.

Before he could do anything to gain momentum in the battle he was forced to deflect a blade aimed right for his eye. Knocking the sword with little effort, he wasn’t prepared for what Donovan had planned for him. The Accelerator Mage slowed his limbs to a crawl, preventing him from readying his counter and in seconds, he felt a blow that obliterated his Armorize outright, the insane speed and vibrational forces reducing the scarlet semi-organic steel to nothing, and the man who resided within the shell fell to the ground, feeling like he was run over by a truck, every bone in his torso felt busted. Shards of bone or metal, he couldn’t tell, protruded from his chest letting blood flow. He was broken in a way that only once before he knew. “I just hope I bought Aria enough time...” he thought, praying that his team could get back on their feet.

Watching Prometheus shroud his body with magma to render her blood arts useless made Saleen give a quizzical look. She never expected the magic given to her by the Queen to be rendered null by the Slayer’s abilities. She couldn’t afford to ponder how it could be done before a massive Dragon’s Roar barreled towards her, only blocked at the last minute by Swartz’s timely intervention.

When the second Salamander asked if she desired death, she scoffed. “I’m not afraid.” she replied calmly with a seriousness starkly contrasting her childish persona. “If creating Hell is your best, then I have nothing to worry about.”

Before she could do anything, she saw the sky erupt in a flaming hue. A blazing sword of light caught her attention in the distance. The brilliant scarlet glow made her feel uneasy, like the weight of divine judgment had finally tipped the scales, such was the power she sensed emanating from the area.

Morgan watched in awe as Cassandra queued up her weapon of absolute destruction. Though the incredible magical energy she felt was on her side, she was afraid that in a single moment, the goddess could eliminate the entire world without a second thought.

When the glowing sword of pure fury vanished as soon as it was swung, the Dragon Slayer’s gaze turned to the man responsible. The only human she hated as much as she loathed Jadow stood there, and before she could even react, came at her like a bullet wreathed in fire. Thanks to Cassandra’s timely actions, the charge was deflected, as was the followup attack, a flaming spear that was aimed right at the Slayer.

“Faer....this ends today...” she growled out, bearing her fangs as the animalistic nature she harbored began to awaken. Without warning, she bolted forward and around the winged deity with astounding speed, shadowy blurs the only warning she even moved. Silently, she activated her primary offensive spell, Darkness Dragon’s Wingbeat, creating a shroud of dark violet energy around her right arm that instantly shaped itself into the form of its namesake. Appearing behind Faer, she swiped with both her Darkness Dragon’s Claws and the effigy of a wing, hoping to slice the man apart.