Tales

Superstes defended herself well but she clearly lacked the experience, not managing to land any blow on Sir Solitar, who was definitely much swifter than his great size and weapon choice suggested.

"The weapon you wield bears the name of one of the apostle of Mov, at least his title, we found little about the true names of most of those beings, the Slaughter Lord has not a ounce of any energy, he only has his shapeshifting weapon and terrific might" he began explaining casually as his pupil looked about to pass out on the floor.

"The fact that you have obtained this weapon means that he has a great connection to our world, but you shouldn't worry for it, ever heard of apparitions? Figures of a single color that can sometime manifest? This should be the sole way for an apostle to appear naturally" he began pacing back and forth in the shiny room, his blade rested on his shoulder.

"Apparitions are bound to specific areas where they appeared and are generally mere shadows of who they represent, though, if one is skilled enough, they could momentarily summon a more complete version of an apostle, one of our mages attempted it"

"A mad fool she was but most of us were just like her, she tried to summon a mage with minimal of his powers, believing that she could get him to teach her the wondruous magic she had seen him perform through the crystals..." he rubbed his chin.

"What was he called again? Something like The Ever-Seeking or Ever-Seeker, I don't know how it went down but her and her little lab got turned into a crater filled with insanely hot flames, so hot that they were of a white color and they stayed white for an entire month"

"At minimal power, she had said and it still looked like a devil from hell had fallen from space, those crystals are nothing but a death wish, apart from me and Roderman, all of our little group are either dead or turned to monsters" he stopped at the very end of the room, where a hole in the wall served as window, letting the bright light of the sun shine onto the reflective ground.

"The pyromancer I mentioned earlier, he may have managed to wield to heretical flame for a while but he was eventually consumed by it, the flame overpowered him, burrowed onto his left eye sockets and drove him to madness, I did a good job of dicing him up but he threw himself down a chasm, never to be seen again" he looked at his blade, reminiscing in the act of swinging his weapon to kill a former friend.

"I never found the body, the oracle... I don't know for certain but his old scars seemed to have suddenly resurfaced, his madness was wholly different to that of the pyromancer" Superstes picked up on the fact that Sir Solitar seemed to be reffering to his friends in the least familiar way possible.

She didn't point it out however.

"Another one of our mages instead attempted to study the crystals without summoning or peering too much into them, however, that one too ended up vanishing, disappeared without a trace" he shook his head dejectedly, turning to Superstes who was now standing up and already looking much less exhausted.

"What became of the crystal cave you discovered?" she asked as she brushed off the sweat on her forehead.

In response, Sir Solitar pointed down.

"I buried it, built a fake ruined fortification above it and now remain here, I have tried to gather the pieces we had spread but I don't know if I truly managed to do it" 

"None of this is yours to worry about however, it is mine and Roderman's problem to deal with, you are a heroine and you have an apostle to kill, to do that, you must learn more about your weapon and your heroic energy" he declared before suddenly sitting back down.

"You may go now, your drunk magic teacher must be waiting for you" he added, beginning to tend to his nagamaki.

She didn't linger and took her leave, leaving Solitar to his own device.

Defiler Of The Holy, Slaughter Lord, The Ever-Seeking, peculiar titles for peculiar characters, hearing about such figures made her wonder what had become of the wretch, had he learned to wield some ungodly power? Or did the 'change' he was to bring not requiring such things?

'What is this rat up to?'

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"Good me, why does the stamina I have to run around not translate to this?!" complained the rat in question, with the seven duels done with, he had retreated back to his demented castle in the center of Rova, now renamed to 'Axia', because humbleness was foreign to him.

Could he understand such a concept, he wouldn't have been instinctively replacing mentions of gods in his speech with himself.

He had received his payments, gaining exotic animals to put in his spawners and lots of females of all sorts of species to experiment his offspring manipulation with, still despite his best efforts, he was advancing much in his plans.

He had a clear idea of what he wanted and the road to get the perfect offsprings was long and hard.

At least, his status as a wretch ensured that the offsprings came coming and coming without a stop, even if he was struggling to keep up, he had perhaps seen to big when gathering so many females.

His speed was unnatural and so was his stamina, it seemed to only apply when running around and such, his thrusting activities didn't count in the least.

"My lord?" he heard the familiar voice Asshole, whomst he was still calling that even after so long, he hadn't grown tired of it at all.

The wretch twisted his head around like an owl without stopping what he was doing.

"What is important enough for you to disturb me when I am trying to find my way through the fat flaps of an ogre?" he spun his head around until it was upside down while it was still looking behind him, an ugly expression on his face.

"One of the dungeons you planted has begun spawning monsters you were interested in" replied the goblin without flinching, he was a needled monster after all, he had to make his reports concisely and clearly.

"I see" he twisted his neck until his head found its proper placement again.

"Ah! I got it- No its just another crevasse, fucking hell..." he grumbled before giving up for now, more interested in that new finding than in yet another wretch with ogre heritage.