Chapter 222: Swan Song, Part 6

BAM!!

A Strike directly at his face. Solomon wasted no time in trying to ensure he doesn't get a chance to utilize his magic, allowing Shady to attack from below and plant the Commandments onto his body. Malak would attempt to cast his Spiral Magic to cut through the Biblical Sorcerer's hand, as well as keep the shadow at bay, yet the shadow merely smirked as he made more hands come out from below, being his final sight before everything went dark. He could feel them trail up onto his legs and up into his abdomen, watching it bypass through the spell as a whole. He recognized that it still retained its flat shape as it traveled through such surfaces by touch alone, letting him know that whatever Solomon was doing, was able to slip it into either a 2D or 3D shape, letting him switch those positions on instinct in order to throw the opponent off. He can also feel something warm being across his skin, something he'd grit his teeth as his spells began to fail.

"Thou...shalt not KILL!!!"

A Solid weight applied onto his body. He would attempt to cast his magic, only being met with no result.

BAM!!

Another strike, this time onto the back of his head. He could feel something just as warm, just as potent. A Star. It was Stolas, and from his perspective, he was planning on casting a star straight towards the wound, having it explode and rip such a wound further, allowing anyone to get a direct hit and even weaken his inner bodyworks with such a spell. Because of his new limitation, he can't do anything against it. Despite this, he'd swing his arm to try and swat the Avian away, only to be met with chains, most likely wrapping around his arm and pull him back, not allowing him to counter. It was either Judge or Jury, but whoever it was, it was a problem to the King

KA-BOOM!!! BAM!!! SHIKK!!

The explosion was made, and in the middle of it, another strike was made. One towards his chest, a sharp pain stabbed into his heart, as well as an equally sharp strike across his head. The former must've been the Demon, he'd think. Most likely utilizing a sigil to strike at his body further and either rip it apart or cast another Sigil in his insides, dealing further damage through it. He couldn't tell, however, as to who was hitting him in the back. At least, that was the case, until he could feel his skin ache, his bones stretching, his body gaining roots, slowly surfing in his fibers. Furthermore, he could hear crackling, before being electrocuted across his anatomy, frying him as the roots made their reach.

Pria and Zazel.

One after another, he'd be hit again, and again, and again. Monsters utilizing their abilities, whether it would be decreasing the amount of energy he has in his body, or casting illusions in his ears to hear something else entirely. Sigils upon Sigils being implanted: Fire, Rock, Thunder, Water. It was ruining him entirely. Clusters upon Clusters of stars caking him, setting layer after layer to cook him alive. More Commandments planted to ensure his magic would never come out. Most of all, though, were the beatings. He can feel his body getting sore, his bones aching as they struggle to stand. His breath was being heavier and heavier. He was going to die. In that instant, he'd desperately tried to reach out, trying to see what he can do to even get out of this predicament.

As he raised his hand. He was given the ultimate boon.

FWOOOOSH!!!

A bolt from the Blue. His eyes became clear as everyone made way, watching lightning befall unto the King. Just by reaching his hand out, the air around it was enough for the Author to give him such abilities. "ARE YOU SERIOUS!?" Solomon yelled, looking up in anger at seeing the writer bless his character with the strength and magic necessary to win. Words were made around Malak as the blessings were given, the eyes from above curling up and the disgusted mouth makes a toothy grin. 

He wasn't playing fair anymore.

IMMUNITY TO ABILITIES!

MANIPULATION OF FATE!

MANIPULATION OF FORTUNE!

REFLECTION!

IMMEASURABLE STRENGTH!

IMMEASURABLE SPEED!

OMNISCIENCE!

OMNIPOTENCE!

OMNIPRESENCE!

POWER OF WILL!

IMMEASURABLE ADAPTATION!

ETERNAL LIFE!

CONCEPTUAL LIFE!

CONCEPTUAL ERASURE!

EXCEPTION TO ALL!

INSTANT DEATH!

INSTANT ERASURE!

BYPASS ALL!

WILL OF GOD!

Such words floated around, flashing with vibrant colors to catch their eye. Even so, Malak grew angered at such boons granted. He wanted a solution out of his predicament, not a victory on a silver platter. "When I'm done with all of you, I aim to take his life next. Remember that..." The King bellowed, yet the Author, Mari, merely grinned, being in utter delight at how his new creation cannot be bested by anyone anymore. Malak's hair started to turn white, growing slightly longer, and having bags under his eyes. His body was changing, slowly becoming a new person entirely. Despite not wanting such gifts, the Author was quick on forcing the King to use them, having him snap his fingers and break the entire world they stood on, as well as accelerating the world, making the sun and moon dance wildly in the blank sky, the clouds swirling around as everyone began to plummet. In the far distance lied a few people and some constructs, with Apep immediately taking charge and snatching them all, rescuing them and bringing them to Construct itself, using his new role as the world's sun to ensure such a feat was possible in such seconds. Harvard merely watched as he sees the King being bolstered with such power, lunging forward, self preservation be damned. His monsters would try their best to carry one another, trying to reach towards the King, preparing their departure.

The world was beginning to end. They plan on ending it with a bang.