Defy the Third Eye

At last, Venus had come to his senses. His pride returned, but so did a sense of recognition for the man beside him.

"I have an idea for Chamuel," Midas told him. "After you nearly killed him with that enormous blow earlier, he seems to be significantly more agitated now."

"You're right. He's not like his usual calm and collected self," Venus agreed.

"We can use that to our advantage."

"Conspiring over there, are we?" Chamuel listened. "It does not matter than Venus has rejoined the fight, your deaths are still inevitable."

"And you're that confident because of your All-Knowing-Vision?" Midas called him out.

"Yes, and it should be justified. My All-Knowing-Vision is called 'All-Knowing' for a reason. I can practically read every single move you two pull before you even get to execute it."

"Almost like reading our minds…"

"And what of it?" Chamuel asked.

"Nothing…" Midas brushed it off. "Even though you can, it won't guarantee your immediate victory."

Chamuel scoffed. "Try then."

Venus was the first to step forward, but Midas quickly held him back. "When you strike, aim for the face."

Venus was skeptical, mainly due to never following other's orders, but this time he nudged himself to try; "Got it." He bolted forward.

His heavy steps avoided the mass of rubble scattering the floors, all while engaging a charge of his ability, ready to unload towards Chamuel.

Chamuel stood on his side of the hallway, expecting the incoming attack. He could, after all, read exactly what was planned to come.

"Aim for my head huh?" Chamuel repeated the words. "I'd like to see you try."

Venus leapt upwards, allowing gravity to support his weight. "CHAMUEL!" Venus yelled. He threw his arm into view, aimed at Chamuel's head; "DIE THIS TIME!"

His arm bulged as a vigorous blast was released towards Chamuel's face.

Chamuel already saw this coming. He began to sway his head out of the way. "You'll never hit me—" But then he was suddenly stunned. "—GUH!"

Venus' blast grazed the left side of his face, inducing a pressurizing pain. "Agh!" Chamuel held the left side of his head. It was wet.

"Huh?" He looked down at his hand. There was blood.

Chamuel's left ear had been completely sliced off by the sharp pressure of Venus' air blast.

"How did… What?..." He looked at his two subjects, both grinning proudly.

"Tsk! Wipe those smiles off your faces!"

Chamuel bursted forwards. He propelled towards the two with his wings spread apart. But the hallway was too narrow for his entire wingspan to fit, so his wings had dug into the walls, slicing its entirety in half. Sharp death was incoming.

"Duck!" Midas yelled. The two dropped to the floor as Chamuel flew over them, nearly missing their beheadings.

The dodge further provoked Chamuel's agitation. "Can't you two just QUIT IT ALREADY?!" He now landed on the opposing side of the hall.

"That's right…" Midas traced his hand. "Keep the temper flowing…"

"He's losing his patience tremendously," Venus said.

"He is. It's causing him to lose sight of that third eye." Midas smirked, "In other words, his-All-Knowing Vision is dulling out the more angrier he gets."

"So what's the plan then?" Venus asked.

"Keep provoking his anger. Throw more attacks his way. Not only will it lessen his own ability, but it'll amplify my ability later on…"

"Just like how you used it before I landed my attack?"

"Exactly." Midas recalled the moment. Just before Venus initiated his blast towards Chamuel's face, Midas activated his own ability. He'd absorbed some of Chamuel's anger essence, provoking a momentary lapse in the Overseer. Although it was quick, Venus was still able to land a slight blow.

"If I can grab a chance at absorbing a larger amount of his anger essence, the momentary lapse should be significantly more effective, bringing about a longer stagger in his movements. In that short moment, you should have enough time to deliver a fatal blow."

Venus nodded, somewhat intrigued by his quick concurrent calculations. "Got it."

He loosened his arm, and aimed once again at Chamuel. One after another, Venus began sending numerous air blasts at Chamuel.

Chamuel ducked and dodged the attacks, narrowly missing.

"His All Knowing Vision really is weakening…" Venus thought to himself.

"I've got your back," Midas told him. "Keep striking him, and once the moment's secure, I'll make my move to create your opening."

Midas ran forwards, gathering some large pieces of debris on the way. Nearing Chamuel, he threw an entire pile's worth of rubble at him.

"How did he...?" Venus was surprised at the large amount of weight Midas had just carried. But he then recalled the extent of Midas' ability. With enough emotional essence absorbed, Midas is able to significantly amplify his physical traits, even a hundredfold. With that being said, the concrete weight Midas just carried was noticeably no more than an inconvenience.

"More!" Midas called.

Indicated, Venus began pulsating more blasts in Chamuel's direction. The two, Midas and Venus, were not giving Chamuel any chances to recover, let alone attack. His movement consisted solely of dodging over and over again. Dodging debris, and dodging air blasts. The scenario was wearing down his train of thought, and some attacks even began to land. A few blasts from Venus punctured Chamuel's wing, while a few pieces of rubble from Midas scraped his skin.

It was an absolute blitz of chaos.

As little time passed by, spent by the continuous use of his All-Knowing-Vision to dodge the incoming attacks, his patience gradually diminished.

Chamuel was beginning to reach his limit.

"GrrrrrrRRAAGH!!!" Chamuel couldn't take it anymore. His rage swelled to a point of death to those who provoked him.

"I want to kill them…"

Chamuel ducked under a chunk of debris.

"I want to ravage them…"

He leaned to avoid an incoming blast.

"I WANT TO RIP THEIR HEARTS OUT!!!" He now thrusted forwards.

With no remaining patience to use his All-Knowing-Vision, he covered his front using his wings as a shield. Though what remained of his wings was deterioration, and holes from the barrage of attacks that were still incoming.

Through the slits and cracks that lined his crumbling wings, debris and blasts of air flew through.

As Chamuel ran head-on towards the storm, his displeasure finally reached a point of no return.

He was ready to outburst with fury.

He unravelled his wings, now face-to-face with his subjects.

"ATONE FOR YOUR BLOODY SINS!" Chamuel yelled.

"You're wrong," Midas clenched his palm, his hand gripping into a tight fist.

The air surrounding the area instantly condensed itself, collapsing into a singularity that gathered in the palms of one greedy hand.

"You must atone."

Chamuel suddenly felt his heart implode, as if it'd been clenched so tightly by the hands of death that he couldn't bear to breathe anymore. His rage immediately washed away, and was replaced by nothing but emptiness where his instincts had been seized.

In this prime moment, Chamuel was endorsed in a limbo.

"Now, Venus!"

A hardened palm was planted on Chamuel's unaware forehead.

"See you, Chamuel," Venus released his blast.