Chapter Ten

Namor, a cursed place since the existence of foreign beings falls from the sky. Disguise himself as a fallen meteorite, smash his way through the land, hitting hard on the sea. As he walk toward the land, all he bring was hardship and calamity. Once a prosperous land, now become a hunting field for demons and other cannibal creatures that capture and put a tether onto the human neck.

No one would ever dare to defy, or maybe we should say no one has the power to defy the enormous power displayed by the appointed ruler of hell.

Creator has made his point were to admit his mistake over the decision he made during that day. It was ridiculous, but at the same time, he learned the ugly truth of the world he nurture, as well as the wills of certain individuals who are willing to sacrifice their benefits to save something irrelevant to them.

Today, at this very moment, upon the awakened of the ultimate power which he couldn't even tame to become his possession, took this very moment to make sure everything goes under his motion as he planned carefully.

Cynthia who has been forced her way to enter this world forcefully, without knowing her power has already long gone right after she entered this place. While her sister, Nanami. Gained multiply from her original abilities and ruled the last town where humans took refugees.

Taking measure over the ambush which was mainly targeting her existence, hiding in plain sight among the survivor of Namor. It is pain for Cynthia to admit but as long as she still stays among them, the probability of getting these people avoiding the next collide is almost zero.

Persuading them to believe her existence from another realm, another world which probably has suffered much than they're experiencing now. Tsukunami didn't believe the stories told by Cynthia, instead, she doesn't allow Cynthia's absence from their camp as she believe it might expose their location significantly once Cynthia leaves their camp base.

It means that Cynthia has left with no choice but to against them with brutal strength. Although she still hasn't figured out why and how does her power has dropped significantly, to fight against these feeble creatures, she still has her trick upon her sleeve as she aims carefully for the next step against their retaliation.

Snooping around the volunteer soldier was an easy feat for her. But as she had to face Adelith who rely on mystic power, an individual who first wounded her during her first minute in this realm. That will be an extreme task for her as she didn't have enough mana to deflect herself against this weird spell chanting energy.

Hooping around while dodging all the attacks launched by Adelith's self-made weapon which look-alike a semi-automatic rifle, Cynthia finds herself in a harsh position. As the pattern keep up, she didn't have a choice but to slow down little by little, as her stamina might be one of the reasons that constrain her to oppose these swift attacks.

"Time up! Stop, I like to ask…" Cynthia had her movement halt as she show a hand sign of surrender. Taking her time to replenish her stamina, while trying to learn what are these spells that she facing right now.

Adelith cease-fire as soon as she saw the sign shown by Cynthia. Relieved a breath of sigh, she wish no harm against someone who she'd taken as a comrade in this survival battle. Shutting off her mana while waiting calmly for the next sentences spoke by Cynthia.

"What are these magic? I've never seen something like this before," Cynthia tries to make a phrase where she praise, attempt to catch Adelith off guard without knowing she's taking her time to restore whatever she'd dried out during that fire chasing moment.

"I mean those chanting. It's far more basic than the one I've learned in my world, but as for the strength displayed by that weird-looking weapon, it is far more advanced too. I mean…" Cynthia took her time, speaking gradually as she sat on the ground. "…It doesn't make any sense for a weak human like you able to possess such mana concentration."

"This world was once filled with enormous of mana concentration. But as soon as the devil begins to eradicate our existence from this sacred land, we as the most feeble creature start to lose our sovereignty over this blessed mana which bestowed by our ancestor." Tsukunami explained as she pull the distance between them.

"How strong is the human in the ancient time? Before King's arrival into this realm, how many of you were able to uphold the folly of darkness?" Cynthia begins to sneak into her curiosity as she's never heard this kind of mana concentration before.

"Since the ancient time, the guardian of this planet, or so-called saint that once has protected our land from the threat posed by the demon in the far side of this world. They have to sacrifice themselves in return for the mass concentration of mana that is blessed to our people. There are twelve warriors at that time, each possessing their originality and elements that were unique to each other."

Tsukunami explained the whole history in a summary which last about five minutes. From there, Cynthia learned the origin of this place. There was a time when both demon and angel reside in this only realm. Desperate to reign over this peaceful land that rightfully belongs to humans. Angel has been defeated, as the demon almost took over the land. But remnants of a group of an angel, begin to initiate their last resort against the brutality of the demon.

Sharing their life to relieve the pain held inside every human that suffered from this long battle, they release a tremendous amount of energy, combining their energy as they self-destruct themselves. Converting the energy in the process, which binds their elements and spreads throughout the air of this planet. Humans undergo the same process as the demi-god in Cynthia's world. The only thing that set them apart was the sacrificial ritual that ended the legacy of the angel which was supposed to protect them till the end of this war.

Instead, striving for the winning bet against the cunning evil, they decided to end their existence, leaving the hope of humanity into their own hands. No one dared to step forward, as misery and despair slammed hard into their path of life in the time where both entities wage war against each other, while humans can't do anything except get caught in this hideous war sight.

It was at that very moment, twelve guards who were supposed to guard their king, decided to do the same bravery present by the angel. The birth of twelve guards, each possesses their unique energy. Each element allowed them to fully utilize their abilities to suppress the invasion, turning the tide as they drive off the demon back to their territory, chanting an invisible wall that acts as the barricade that doesn't allow any single demon to return to their homeland.

Peace has been retained since then, where the powers of twelve warriors passed down to their next generation, carried the same mission as their ancestors did in the past. Unfortunately, when Creator decided to destroy their ideal of peace, he'd sent someone who possessed a much stronger persona. Destroyed the long-protected barricade easily, and begin to conquer their land by leading these demons marching into the soil of humanity.