Chapter 181: The Escape, Part 3

The King approached calmly, a smug smirk on his face, staring over on the trio, with Vial and Fiona pausing their breath. Despite not even seeing him, Vial was already aware such a man was a threat. They kept their eyes focused on him, as he'd continue his speech. "So. What's going to happen now, Hmm? Are you going to do the usual thing and try to oppose this luxurious ruler, or are you going to be smart and actually leave? Of course, Without the old, withered corpse by your side." As Malak gave such words, the trio realized his demands. He didn't need to directly state it. Despite the wounds he's taken, Manipura would try to get up, wincing and groaning in pain at the roots desperately trying to keep him down. Malak merely looked on at the Pastor with a curious expression, a Cheshire-like smile made as he realized what his choice was. Fiona would try to oppose, but Manipura merely raised his hand, gesturing to her in saving her breath. "Well now! Former it is! In that state, no less. You're certainly a braver man than I thought. Usually one begs for their life in this predicament." He would state further, to which the Pastor merely scoffed.

"You think.....ghh....Anyone would....even beg....at this point....?" Manipura struggled to get his words out as he'd try to keep himself atop, blood spilling from the wounds, which the roots naturally started to drink in order to keep him alive.

"I mean, I gotta put the fear factor in somewhere. After all, you're barely living: Oxygen's plunging into the dirt, vitals ruptured, blood's being drunk through like it's mead, and most importantly of all, you're up against a literal armada! No offense, but I'm pretty sure anyone would be terrified in this situation. Even the most stern out of the lot." The King would joke, telling the situation point-blank, expecting a reaction, yet none seemed to have come. He was getting slowly annoyed with his usual demeanor, and decided to ask him a question. "Serious talk, what exactly are you trying to gain out of opposing me? You know better than to-" His words were interrupted by the Pastor raising his hand, pointing at something far, far away from the kingdom. A Place that the King knew about all too well: The Chapel. It remained standing. It remained still. It remained plain. The King would be confused, looking down upon the Pastor for a better explanation, before seeing the blood. He'd trail his eyes across his kingdom, the carnage in tow. Slowly, he began to understand what he meant by his gesture. ".....Pssh. You know very well that is never going to happen. The moment you chose your allegiance for the little runt, you already signed your death warrant. It's nothing more than a dream for you." The King would state, holding a sneer on his face

"And...?" the Pastor asked calmly. Before the King was able to question it, he would notice that the Archer and the Old Man both ran out, using such a speech as a distraction. He'd be quick in directing his citizens to chase after them, allowing him to be alone with Manipura, waiting to hear his words. "....Just because...It's impossible....Ghh...Doesn't mean.....It's unlikely. I thought....the same thing....when facing the Devil. Somehow.....he lived. I thought....the same thing....with the Boy, as he faced.....the Hat Man....and yet he lived as well. The Impossible....can be achieved. With a little effort...a little magic.....and some hope.....The Impossible can be reached. No matter how small.....No matter how large. For them....." He'd pause himself, as he'd fall over, being on his knees with the blood spilling forth, quickly festering and surrounding his internal organs with such roots and branches. It hurts like hell, and yet he'd still try to stand up. ".....It's to beat you. For me...it's to return peace....To return my home.....To return what I loved." He'd put himself within a stance, his body emanating a green aura, his hand prepared.

"I will die by my own hand....if it means I bring back what I lost..."

SHIKK!!

He would penetrate his chest once more, pumping such chakra across his body. The King would be somewhat shocked he'd go that far, before noticing something. His body began to glow different colors. Small lights embedded across his anatomy, slowly reaching from his lower body to his very neck and face. Such lights illuminated before him, and soon his body was enveloped in its heavenly glow. "The hell are you doing...?" The King would ask, not out of pride, nor out of wickedness, but concern. This was something he's never seen before.

"I know I'm going to die...I've made myself aware of that. However.....if it means giving them a chance.....I will lay my life.....to bring back that peace...." was his answer. Manipura's body slowly changed its color, blending all the mixtures into one place, his arms multiplying, each one embodying the chakra he weaponized before, each one bearing its own specific symbol. Muladhara and Svadhishthana as the lower arms, his original as the middle, Manipura and Anahata being slightly higher, Vishuddha and Agya as the upper arms. His hair, once bearing the cross itself, now possessed multiple eyes across each strand, making him almost like a peacock with such elegant curls and beautiful colors. His own eyes became a solid mix between the chakra's, constantly changing from one to another, yet they possessed a symbol on his iris: A Symbol of a flower, with over one thousand petals.

"Chakra Magic....Sahasrara....."

He would utter, his stance now more refined, even after being injured in such a manner, his very presence leaking out and affecting the environment, like a brush that stroked over its canvas. He stared down at the King with no malice, no wrath, no violence. He was calm, and he was contained. He smiled, in knowing his last would be where he finally reached his peace. "Now Come...Give me a good send-off, Tyrant of Synoni..." He would finish.