CH 0.3 - Prologue (III)
Outside, many Immortals and Behemoths of lesser cultivation realms encircled the sealing zone, led by the leaders of their legions, as they all utilized their abilities to break the seal.
"Entsiegelung Arts 1, Initiate! " An Immortal called out to the Immortals surrounding him. The various armies then chanted in unison, channeling their strength to that Immortal.
The Behemoths remained silent so that the Immortals' energies were depleted, giving them an advantage in the impending battle.
But how could the Immortals not see right through their thoughts? They humped in unison, signaling the Behemoths to assist.
And they did so quickly after noticing that the seal was going to take a long time to open without their assistance.
They then formed a ring, channeling their energies to the body of the leading immortal.
As the seal's power eventually showed signs of weakening, it radiated a thick radiance.
It was quite a sight to see both Immortals and Behemoths working together to... unseal some space.
The fog swirled under the guidance of the leading Immortal's energy.
The Immortal's use of the arts served as a key. It included a significant fluctuation, which allowed the seal to gradually fade away with the help of the tremendous energy that was being dumped on him.
A large and immensely powerful door that flickered with colored light emerged from the turbulent fog.
They then paid close attention.
A panting Immortal with blood in his hands could be seen on the other side of the door. Nothing else was in his vicinity. Both behemoths and immortals were taken aback.
Wasn't this meant to be the place of Jormungand, the catalyst of the Universal Prophecy?
Why was there an Immortal over there who seemed to have fought Jormungand to the his demise?
Also... Wait a second. Wasn't that Honir?!
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Back to a few moments ago,
Frank devised a plan after eliminating Jormungand's particles. Even though he knew the 'thing' controlling the Immortals and Behemoths from acting against the Universal Prophecy would soon bring them to him, it would provide him enough time to return to his full state of mind and fight them.
Therefore, he utilized two of his techniques that, for a while, would manage to fool these emotionless Immortals & Behemoths.
"First, I need to think of a proper Immortal, someone who people would think could have done something like fighting Jormungand." Frank paused for a moment, as hundreds of thoughts raced through his mind at the same time.
In regards to time, Frank adjusted it so that it corresponded to the outside world. Since a confined space just contained the element of space, this fight may have lasted ages if there had been no element of time.
But Frank didn't want to grow bored in the middle of a fight. Fighting for that long would tire him in the first thousand years and bore him with the same moves after that.
As a result, fighting in a short period of time against an unknown factor that could interfere was more exciting for him.
It was all part of Frank's plan for someone to show up and disrupt his fight. If they didn't, he'd just keep going and not give a damn. That is, until he became bored, of course.
Honir, an Immortal notorious for his indecision, came to mind. It wasn't impossible for him to get himself into a fight where his demise was a foregone conclusion.
Thus, once the space was unsealed, one of his techniques would instantly work. The other requires a tremendous amount of energy.
Consequently, once Jurmongand died, the nullified energies returned to their original state.
Half an hour later, an extremely injured Jurmongand could be spotted in this space, on his dying breath.
And with that, Frank employed his first technique simultaneously, a split second before opening the space.
His place instantly disappeared amidst the countless Immortals. He then hid his tracks as he teleported to the Sacred World, where his domain was...
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However, six months later, the 'thing' couldn't hold back anymore and ordered every Immortal and Behemoth to besiege Frank.
It gave them a clue that seemed to be a new thought emerging in their minds. It made them realize that Honir, albeit indecisive; couldn't wield the Source energy to fight.
It was due to Frank's being too much of a variable in the 'Dagnatock Loop' for it to keep his life.
But Frank was already prepared for it. He'd rested for a whole month, and kept moving his muscles every day to prepare them for the fight that was to come.
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Years later, a foul, wretched fog covered the whole platform at that precise moment.
"Just give up, Frank! We've been doing this for a decade. Demise is not the end! You might always come to an end at Vell or Vallhala! "
"Yes, Frank! You may even have the opportunity to be resurrected as an immortal! "
A deafening shout could be heard all around.
A large, slightly bulging void stone lay in the center of the void. Frank sat on the rock, cloaked in darkness, soaked in blood, with his hair tangled.
He had a look of lunacy on his face, yet his eyes defied that aspect. They were firm and calm, like a boulder.
He was filled with unyielding tenacity, like the bright light orb floating above his hand, despite him being severely wounded!
Within a few thousand feet of his feet, the void was covered in detached limbs and disfigured bodies, coated in fresh, flowing blood.
The ones fighting him surrounded him and continued to make bewitching promises, with some threatening yells, but none of them wanted to fight Frank. He sneered mockingly at them, his scornful laughter laced with contempt.
Frank smirked coldly and with an icy expression of disgust as he looked at them, who were shouting but waiting for another 'scapegoat' to jump into battle.
Despite being surrounded by an army of Immortals and Behemoths and facing certain doom, Frank maintained his smug posture.
The fighting party was not stupid. Despite Frank already being half a step into Vell, no one was rushing into battle with him since he could still unleash an attack that would kill both him and his opponent.
They were expecting one of them to charge to his demise, but none of them were that daring. As a result, they were at a stalemate and unable to take action against Frank.
"Cough... Cough... I may as well shatter my soul now that it's already this grandiose. " Frank murmured as he examined his surroundings. He knew that no Immortal or Behemoth would come to battle him until his soul had passed through Valhalla or Vell.
But he didn't want to join the Nordic armies of the Queen Immortal or Odin's Thunder Immortal. Eternal doom would definitely be preferable to that.
"At the very least, I'm not like you; I'm not bound by anything." Frank peered up into the void, where he could see, albeit faintly, a few threads running through the heads of all the Immortals and Behemoths.
He released a sigh. He now understood why he could become an emotional immortal. His physique enabled him to be one.
"What does it matter? I've already lived a long enough life. So I might as well leave now...?" Before Frank could burst his soul, another one entered in.
He froze on the spot when he realized that another person had fused with his soul without his consent.
"What the...?" Frank's expression darkened as his soul drifted into deep slumber before he could continue...