Slight Anomaly

In a place where no war, no blood, no disease, no death, nor disturbance invade this realm of the ever expanding azure horizon where clouds form endlessly and the mirroring water idle undisturbed.

In the cerulean skies, lies a multitude of bright, golden and white structures being held by gigantic floating masses of fertile soil and rock, accompanied by shining metal.

Further in, shows a plaza-like paradise where the water is transparent, verdant vegetation never before seen along with the fruits of strange forms, and the floors being unblemished from dust, dirt, nor water.

Here lies a woman dressed in a sleeveless ivory down to her ankles adorned in engravings in the color of pale lavender along with a pure white veil that covers most of her face except her mouth.

The woman walks down the plaza, watching some water flow in a straight line above the surface. A floating river, flowing in a orderly fashion. No water splashing, no erratic movements, completely stable.

It was peaceful, orderly, tranquil...Until now.

*Plink!*

A noise breaks the silence. A peaceful silence was broken by a single drop of water. The woman who was satisfied with the tranquil order she upholds widened her eyes at the sudden occurrence.

"Lady Arukatha!" a voice yelled.

*Bzwing!*

A bright light flashed and shows a woman in a golden suit of armor kneeling before her.

"What is it?" Arukatha said.

"A hero named Zaneth Leotide has awakened, but..." the armored woman said and hesitated.

"I know he has awakened by overcoming his trauma. Is there more?" Arukatha said.

"He was hit by a strange spell that is a combination of Tier X Light, Fire, Lightning, and Wind Magic that has been layered 40 times along with Plasma and Solar at Tier IV, and Black Light Magic at Tier V, only to be covered again by Ice Magic at Tier X, Earth Magic at Tier X, and Holy Magic at Tier X." the woman said.

"I did not ask for what magic he is hit by." Arukatha said bluntly. "What happened to him?"

The golden armored woman took a deep breath and answered something that wasn't heard before.

"He was killed." she said.

*Plink!* *Plink!*

The water droplets hit two more times, breaking the silence of the plaza and Arukatha's veil began to sway gently.

"What?" Arukatha said in a slightly deeper tone. "Who is responsible?"

"We tried looking into his perspective and the view around him. But it ended up as a blur since he has been hit multiple times by that dreadful magic." she explained. "And then, Zaneth was beheaded by an undead with his own weapon."

"An undead? Zaneth has the Hero's Aura, it has the effectiveness like Holy Magic against such putrid beings." Arukatha said with skepticism.

"That is because Zaneth was already at the verge of death and the undead wasn't alone. It is with a Hellkin and another undead." the woman replied.

"They are...Death Knight General, Mirtis at rank S, Hellfire Hellhound, Saeva at rank V, and Umbra Wraith, Mavros at rank B." the woman said.

"That's absurd, those three are not only behind in ranks, they're weak to the Hero's Aura. Even if he is on the verge of death, he could kill them very quickly." Arukatha protested.

"That is because he has been hit with the strange spell I have mentioned earlier."

Arukatha sighed as to calm herself and asked another question related to Zaneth.

"Who is responsible for this spell?" Arukatha said.

"We performed Mana Trace and we came of the results that it did not come from anyone, it was ruled as a phenomenon in the Material Realm. We ran the results 1000 times and all of them are ruled as phenomenon." the woman said.

"I see...then how long did he last?" Arukatha said.

"3 minutes. Mostly from the Hellkin's Inferno Magic." the woman said. Arukatha clutches her hands as the hero usually lasted much longer in terms of battles equating to years of experience, but one didn't last 5 minutes.

However, knowing that the spell was ruled as a phenomenon, there was nothing much she could do but to continue observe other heroes. Despite the quick death of a hero, deaths of heroes are not a impossibility.

"Thank you for your report. You may leave." Arukatha said.

The woman nodded and vanishes in golden light. Arukatha gazed upon the floating water flowing solidly, undisturbed again, but those three drops of water had already disturbed the silence.

"At least that thing is no longer in any realms, the moment I saw it, it was the embodiment of chaos. Yes, as long that speck of dust is gone, everything will go as ordered." Arukatha thought to herself.

Yet little did she know, that speck of dust who she thought she banished will soon become the bane of her existence.

{Meanwhile, in the Material Realm...}

It's dark. Is it still night time? No, I don't hear any rain or wind. Not even any sound.

"I am I dreaming?" I said to myself. Then a voice beckoned.

"AAAAAGH!" a voice yelled in agony. A yell echoed throughout the empty space and attacks my ears.

"Huh!? Who said that!?" I said with my ears closed.

"No, no! Don't kill me!" another voice that is a man begging for his life. The sound came from behind, causing me to look back. Only to be surrounded by more voices.

"At least let the children live!"

"Monster!"

"Give me my family back!"

"Please don't shoot!"

"Run! The rebels are attacking!"

Many loud voices continue to flood my mind relentlessly. I press my ears hard as to block out the noise, but the voices are still loud despite being muffled.

"Urgh, so annoying. Shut up!" I yelled, but the voices did not stop. My annoyance turned into anger.

"I SAID SHUT UP, DAMMIT!!" I yelled in a louder voice. And the voices stopped. Silence.

"YOU LOWLY DOG! YOU RUINED EVERYTHING!!" a deafening voice roared out, causing to make my ears ring. But that voice sounded familiar. Something of authority and yet shrill. That voice that always grinds my gears to no end.

"Timothy..." I said. That raw cookie dough face looking ass motherfucker that brought my time in America to shit because of this ban and trying to gain power from some organization.

"'Ruined everything', you say? It's you that opened the genie bottle, buddy." I said. Looking at the same man just as I saw before my death.

"I'm trying make the country a better place!" Timothy yelled.

"And look at the results! Did you really think banning something that kept people in check is able to run smoothly? Did you not take history class? I mean, everyone should know that banning liquor led to-"

"SILENCE!!" Timothy roared. I smirked for hitting the nail.

"YOU ARE NOTHING BUT A TERRORIST PLAGUING THE COUNTRY!! AND THAT PLAGUE WILL BE ERADICATED!!" Timothy roared with his white face red with anger with veins being visible. The way he speaks, his logic. This man is the entire circus.

"You make it sound like it's your country. Or should I say...your ego?" I retorted.

"Grrrrrgh!" Timothy growled, visibly pissed.

"It's just too bad that I didn't get to see your face when you lose everything. I'm sure they will handle the rest from there." I shrugged.

Timothy chuckled.

"Do you think you can keep this act?" Timothy said with that same shit-eating grin.

"What you mean?" I said.

"Arukatha and the other gods will remove the plague that you are. Once that happens, you'll be thrown away like trash with no one to mourn." Timothy said with his smile wide, reaching ear to ear.

My smirk faded quickly. I glared at him with rage in my eyes.

"How the fuck you know about that bitch whore?" I said, pissed off.

"You'll see. One day, you'll wish you've never been born in this world. Or better yet, not existing at all." Timothy began chuckling.

I gritted my teeth.

"Answer my question." I growled. Timothy soon began moving backwards. I chased after him, wanting to grab him by the throat.

"Hey you expired raw biscuit son of a bitch! Get back here!" I yelled, but he did not answer. I sprinted, but he becomes further away.

"I ain't done with you! GET BACK HERE!!" I yelled louder, but Timothy soon faded out of my sight.

Just how did he know Arukatha? He never played the game. He never heard of it.

It doesn't make sense. I died in my world, not him! There's no way he know her or any other Deity.

How did he die after I did? Did he commit suicide? Or did someone else kill him?

"Rrrgh! Fine! At least I won't have to see your high cholesterol mug ever again, you bastard!" I yelled.