Chapter 204: Almagest

The Juboko would charge on all angles, each tree trying to aim for any vitals they could strike at and make the Man drop dead, yet Stolas still held his footing. He was quick in creating a new constellation, aiming it towards one of them, but grabbing ahold of its dust in order to swat away the rest of the beasts from approaching. "Draco...." he would mutter, before the stars gave a proper shape, a Dragon made from its very shapes, a long body with jagged teeth for its mouth, and four eyes to let it observe on all sides.

FWOOOSH!!

The Dragon began traveling around the Stellar Magician, having each and every single one of the Yokai's to be struck down, whether it used its tail to smack them back to the walls of the forest, its mouth to try and consume its opponents, or its head to serve as a battering ram, with the Avian controlling it in such elegant waves and movements, acting as an Orchestra Player for his powerful instrument. For every Spriggan he blasted down with such heat and radiance, however, another was quick to pop up, having Stolas move just as gracefully to evade the strikes, even letting go of the Dragon so that he can grab the very body of such enemies to hold them down for its devastating blow. The more that he moved, the more that Juboko managed to develop such hatred for his survival. The more he developed such hatred, it would make them perceive the Magician as someone else. Someone else entirely that the beast dreaded facing. Memories began to pile on and on towards its mind, slowly recollecting what was lost.

A forest, pitch black. A Monster with disproportionate arms and a box to serve as their legs. The very sun casting down on it as judgement.

The moment it attained such memories, its mind immediately acted on instinct. Stolas was able to see that its eyes were being more and more red, the branches and sap straining itself as if they were blood vessels. It got itself into a primal stance before charging through on all fours, unable to care about the flames burn through its bark, even going as far as to punch the Dragon construct across its mouth, having it circle around them as a makeshift wall, the heat igniting and coating the both of them. Both Juboko and Stolas exchanged such blows between one another: Knee's in the stomach, hooks and straights to their chest and lower jaws, grapples so that they can slam another onto the ground and bury them alive, kicks that nearly snapped each other's neck with such force and direction. Blood was spilling out on both sides, tearing into one another like true animals, before Stolas would have to push away Juboko to regain himself, scars made across his chest and face, whilst the same scars were left around the Yokai's eyes and neck. More constellations were made to keep the pressure going, from a hammer to smite down the opponent and tip a makeshift scale to crack them open in the form of Libra, to utilizing his talons as a gun for Sagittarius, shooting down each and every single Spriggan-like atrocity in his sight, to creating bears in the form of the Ursa's, having them tag team and juggle at least two of them before biting their bark clean off, ripping it apart if they must.

The Yokai would counterattack by growing more roots, having them shoot upwards from the ground in order to impale the Stellar Magician directly, yet Stolas would make sure he keeps moving, watching out for such roots and dodging by the mere inches they made contact, weaving from area to area, before being met with branches that tried to achieve the same result, causing him to dodge even more and at a faster rate. The more he moved however, the more the beast realized that not only was he having fun, laughing all the way as he dodged each and every single attack, but he was also preparing an attack. The beast would lunge itself forward, shaping its roots into skewers, trying to stab into him on top of both plant-life invading, getting a closer look on his face, expecting dread to be made and a brace for impact.

Instead....he was met with a cocky smile. A Smile that indicates his plan has been complete.

SHIKK!!!

The Branch sunk deep into his body. Blood spilled out of his beak, yet he still kept his smile. "With this....You're through. Me and my friends were training tirelessly for this little party. You better be proud, Walnut....this is gonna be the first time I've ever done this before, and you're gonna be the perfect test dummy to it." He'd declare, before casting his magic. The Yokai's body froze itself as the clusters of stars began to encircle around everything within the self-made forest. Each constellation that Stolas used served as a barrier, a wall to prevent them from escaping, a lock to hold them in place. Even if Juboko would tear itself apart and tried to escape, its reach was far enough to where it would still hit it, regardless of distance. The attempted murder only sealed its fate, as the Avian warrior held onto the Yokai's prickly arms for dear life, before chanting his words.

"Ash to Ash....Dust to Dust..."

"Break it all....and give light to a new world..."

"My stunning Heavens...."

"Space Magic....Almagest."

KA-BOOOM!!!!!

A Beacon of white light burned down the forest. Each creation made by the Juboko disintegrated into black ash. Despite Stolas getting hurt himself, he was able to survive his own attack, thanks to the constant training of facing his very stars, his body used to such abuse and power. The Juboko can only scream as it felt its body disappearing, the wooden carcass being nothing more than a black pigment. "DAMN YOU!!! DAMN YOU, DAMN YOU, DAMN YOU, DAMN YOU, DAMN YOU, DAMN YOUUUUUUUUU!!!! MY BROTHERS WILL SEE TO YOUR END, I SWEAR IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITT!!!"

Despite such an outlandish cry of fury and vile spew, the monster was quickly dispersed, the forest being nothing but an ashy wasteland, any connections made towards the Juboko ceased, making the troops drop dead like flies. Stolas remained standing, wounds and all, and yet he smiled, a fist bump to the very air.

Victory to the Stellar Magician, a cocky smirk on his face, recognizing he made the Coward panic in his last moments. He was proud of such an achievement.