The Maker's Avatar [Chapter 117]

I step over Ayvex, my wounds healing almost at once. From all around the battlefield, country, and even planet, I feel the magic that had been spread out. The amount is beyond imagination, my skin almost cracking as it struggles to be contained in my body. Nevereth's voice rings through the air around me.

"When all magic has been brought back together, I will reform. Until then, don't die."

With Nevereth's words, I feel the memories of old Nevereth scraping at the back of my mind once more. I take a deep breath and extend my hand, a sword far stronger than anything in existence materializing. I give in to the rage, the training wheels for magic being undone, now just magic in its rawest form. Grim opens his mouth to speak, but I appear on his face, sword in mid swing towards his eye. I slash deep through his eye, using magic to increase the sword's length on impact, causing blood to poor from the cut. Grim lets out a wounded cry, shaking his head violently to get me off. I jump from his face, my strength steadily increasing higher and higher beyond what I could've imagined. I flip back and use momentum to aid in the throw of the sword.

The blade easily pierces his scales the disappears and reappears in my hand. I form the magic into several hundred clones of myself, each being almost as strong as I was before I undid the system. I realize quickly how hard it is to use magic without the system aiding me. All the clones turn out far stronger than I intended. I form swords in all their hands and teleport all around Grim, easily slashing his scales to pieces. I notice his scales are already damaged from his own flames. The measures he went through to stop our plan had its own fallback. I feel my body changing from the mass exposure of magic. Bones hardening, muscles reforming, skin toughening up, and vision sharpening. Grim tries to raise his wings, trying to fly, but his right wing has been shredded. Ayvex made sure to ground Grim, using the last of her power. I teleport to Grim, appearing where his back meets his left wing. The joint is massive, larger than any building.

With my newly acquired speed from the magic buffing me, I easily circle his wings base and cut it to shreds before he can fully lift it. I circle it hundreds of times, each time cutting deeper and deeper, until his left wing rips off, too heavy for the weakened part to support. Grim once again roars in agony, this time throwing himself towards a large hill, trying to crush me. I easily teleport off his back, appearing on the ground beside his now exposed underside. I quickly jam my sword into his stomach then force my hand into the wound. I focus, forcing the magic to form an electrical explosion inside of him. The output makes the level 11 version of the spell look like a level 1 in comparison. Electricity runs through his skin and fills his insides, his entire body twitching from the enormous burst of lightning inside him. He seems to resist it, but he is definitely in immense pain. Using magic, I use what feels like a physical buff. With one swift slice, his stomach splits open a hundred feet across. I quickly swing in a wild flurry, slashing through his stomach with ease. I twist my body and leap up, cutting from the ground to the top of his body. Blood pours from the wounds, causing a flood to overtake the land beneath us. He starts to roll back onto his stomach, But I teleport to his face and punch him as hard as I can.

A deafening shock wave echoes across the quiet continent around us, the force from my fist knocking a massive hole into his skull and pushing it back to the ground. My clones appear beside me as he tries to lift his head once more. All at once, we each punch into a different area, his skull shattering apart in the wide area we're occupying. Blood pours from the grave wound. His body falls limp, his eye turning towards us and focusing on us.

"I.....Concede. Please... spare me"

I feel my chest ache, rage overtaking me. I don't reply, just simply exhale and form a large ice spike in his head using his own blood to make it. His eye widens, letting out one final roar. I teleport to the ground in front of my friends and explode the bloody ice spike in his head. The millions of shards rip through his skull and fly in all directions. Grim's body falls completely limp while my clones disappear one by one. I look back, seeing everyone is still unconscious behind me. Nevereth speaks up around me again.

"To assure his death, you must remove his heart."

I close my eyes, quickly responding.

"I thought that only the old ones could kill their siblings. I think anyone could remove his heart."

I mumble, teleporting to Grim's body. I quickly peel open some of the flaps of flesh on his stomach and stare inside at the hollow, damp, bloody chasm. I notice veins and muscle, but there's not much in the way of organs. Before I can speak, Nevereth answers my questions.

"We don't require food to survive. Over time, we just lost most of the unnecessary organs. If you were to open Ayvex or Xa, you would see similar things."

I quickly slash apart everything in my way and move into the corpse. It doesn't take long to find the heart, if it could be called that at all. I stand and stare at the massive red gem floating in the center of Grim's chest. I take several steps towards the gem, moving up the tilted flesh body beneath me but stop when someone talks behind me.

"So, this is the path you chose? I watched, from a distance. I had imagined you undoing the system, but Ayvex's death was... unforeseen."

I look back, seeing Zero standing at the torn open muscle and skin behind me. I stare down at him, confused too why he's her. Before I can talk, he nods.

"I am glad you won, it would have been unfortunate if Grim had somehow won."

"How so?"

I ask when he finishes speaking. He stares at me for a moment, then speaks again.

"Consume the residual energy within Grim's soul, so he will not resurrect. It will leave only his physical strength behind, in that gem I mean."

I turn the rest of my body towards Zero, staring at his mask. Nevereth stays quiet within me, a faint trail of magic still leading up to me from the air. Zero motions his hand to the crystal, telling me to go ahead. I pause for a moment but end up nodding and continuing forward. He keeps close, within twenty feet as we move to the massive gem. I come to a stop, staring up at it, amazed by its sheer size. Zero quickly grabs my wrist and pushes it up into the air towards the crystal.

"Feel it. Take his soul for yourself."

I close my eyes for a moment, a warmth reaching my fingertips. The warm sensation rolls up my arm and spreads through my body. I exhale and open my eyes, seeing the gem has vanished, being replaced by a tiny floating red orb. Zero removes his mask and nods to me, then speaks up.

"Now, there is only one last thing to do."

I raise an eyebrow while staring at him.

"Oh? And what's that? I hope it's to bury and mourn the dead."

"No, you must confront mother."