Chapter 1

Chapter 1

In a room where every corner was white, of a very expansive length, but completely empty, except for a bed in the middle of that beautiful room. There was a woman with a mature appearance lying down, and in front of her another woman, but with a younger appearance. The adult woman points with her finger to an armor that was on the body of a mannequin. The armor was almost entirely of an obviously pure white, of sacred metals and only with some other golden touches like on the edges of the armor, and on the shield and sword that she carried.

—My dear Rin, this armor will not only serve for your fights—a melodious and hypnotic voice came out of the lips of the mature woman—. This armor will also control that curse that runs through your entire body, like an incurable disease—the young woman who responded to the name, raised her head and looked directly at the reclining woman—. I will ask you one last time. Are you sure you want to do this mission?—the young woman only looks with determined, reddish and penetrating eyes in the direction of the person who asked her the question.

-Yeah!.

Some time later

—Forest—kingdom of Azalot.

In a forest of vast vegetation, filled with an intense mist that spread throughout the place like a plague, and that only allowed those who knew how to use magic to see, an intense fight was taking place between two very powerful opponents.

A devastating blow hits and knocks back a few meters a warrior, who hid his features behind a white armor, but who is supposed to be a woman by the bust in the chest area. He defended himself from the blow with his shield being sent by the momentum of the blow out of the forest and stopping in a meadow. The causer of the blow was still inside the forest and moved at a slow pace, which caused small damage to his walk due to his promising size. His imposing height was 5 meters, with dark gray skin, a fat but robust body, with a pronounced belly sewn from beginning to end, his deformed and disturbing facial features would give anyone who saw it a feeling of helplessness before such a being, having a huge nose, with dark eyes, without pupils, while showing a set of completely black teeth. He holds a huge weapon that was like a sword, but having a straight shape from start to finish, then being completely rectangular. The mysterious warrior She had a completely white armor with fine golden touches on the edges, with a shield in one hand and a silver sword in the other, while for the lower part of the legs the same as the typical armor, but accompanied by a thin white cloth that was located between the legs and almost reached the ground, it looked like a skirt, but it was not and accompanied by several medium-sized pockets on her waist, like a leather belt. The upper part, that is, the abdomen, breasts and arms had a feminine figure and the helmet completely covered the head only giving space to long white hair and the eye sockets. To anyone's eyes, an armor, that more than looking like war, seemed part of a sacred act towards some deity.

The huge creature attacked his opponent with fury, making a vertical cut, while the warrior defended herself with her shield. And, instead of hitting the shield, the cut, due to the warrior's position, slid along it, giving off sparks from the speed of the friction of metal and metal, and unbalancing, taking a few clumsy steps backwards because of this. The giant recovered quickly and tried to deliver another blow with greater force, which made the air collide with air with his weapon, holding the sword with both hands, but this time in the direction of a downward blow. The attack was with its greatest intensity, and again it was blocked by the shield. The impact and the shock wave were of such intensity that the mist that surrounded them spread for a few moments to their surroundings and made the creature take a few steps back, but in the short time it took to recover, so as not to fall, a clean and accurate cut He tore both of his arms from his body. The beast squealed in pain a few moments after the cut. But when he looked back to the front, a fire arrow detached his head from his body, while the body itself fell to the ground with a tremor.

The armor only walked slowly and with interest to the giant's body, while taking out a knife from one of the shoulder pads of its armor. But as it approached the creature's stomach it began to slowly unstitch and a humanoid figure with six arms and no head emerged, which seemed to have eyes in each of its arms. Around its 6 arms, about 5 spheres of different colors began to form.

—two of fire element, one of wind and two more of lightning—the armor whispered in a low voice the quantity and the elements of the magic spheres that are formed around that creature—. I didn't know that the Beasts of the Mist could have children—my mind tried to understand the act that was forming in front of me—... Or maybe before turning from human to creature she was already pregnant?...! It is still possible that the child forms in her womb... What will the answer be?—she speaks carefree while the creature shoots the 5 spheres at her.

The 5 are fired in his direction with speed, but without even a drop of effort, with the glove of his armor he repels the attacks.

—...I don't understand... Is he defending himself out of instinct or because he has the use of reason and understands that I killed his mother?—the mind of the girl behind the armor is thoughtful—. Whatever it is, I value your useless efforts and that is why I will grant you a quick and painless death like your mother—The beast prepared for another attack without understanding any of the girl's words.

She left her shield on the floor and held her silver sword with both hands. The atmosphere at that cold and gloomy moment slowly began to heat up and the grass that was under the armor began to move furiously in circles, and a gust of wind enveloped the sword in a whirlwind while the firm posture of the armor was maintained, the wind in a few moments transformed into flames of warm splendor that enveloped the sword. And as if nothing were wrong, the warrior put her sword in a straight position so that a spiral-shaped flame came out of her sword, and completely consumed the body and the creature's offspring for several seconds, illuminating the gloomy and foggy area. So that when the fire ceased, there was not a single trace of the existence of what was once a colossal creature accompanied by its offspring, and now only a dark mark of burnt grass remained.

—...—the armor seemed a little distant from what had happened—. I hope that you and your mother rest in the sacred kingdom—words that in other people seemed hypocritical, seemed sincere from the woman behind the imposing armor.

His walk continued along the foggy and disturbing forest path, possibly eager to discover what was going on here.

On some road in the Kingdom of Azalot.

POV Armor

I find myself lying on a tree, while my sight contemplates what used to be a beautiful lake, but now it is the nest of aquatic creatures, covered by the infernal mist that causes misfortune. I take a diary out of my pocket of my armor that was on my waist and then I use the transformation magic style to create a pencil.

Transformation is the style of magic used to make mana or magic copy the properties of something, such as fire or iron, but the thing itself created is not physical since it is pure mana imitating the properties of said thing.

I start writing.

The day that is today is completely unknown to me. The dense fog that surrounds this kingdom not only turns humans and animals into deformed monsters, but also prevents the rays of light from passing through. Human or animal life is totally nonexistent, but mutated animals still maintain the ecosystem, as if the mutation in their bodies has not made them lose their instincts. The difference between day and night is slight, since the sun's rays do not penetrate the dense layer of fog, but the glow that reaches is dim and weak, making the days present a controlled clarity that allows us to see, but it is not too much as I repeat, and the nights are wrapped in an air of mystery and abandonment, the darkness that it presents is deep beyond belief, that if it were not for my hand in my eyes I would not be able to see anything. The tranquility and silence here, unlike other places that seem pleasant, is disturbing and unsettling, but I think I am rambling on about details and I will go to the grain. I have not found the why? of the appearance of this mist over "the kingdom of Azalot". Nor anything to highlight in the bodies of "the beasts of the mist", that explains their metamorphosis from human to monster, except for the obvious alteration in their bodies, and especially in their magic system from the veins, to the magic circuits, which makes the mana inside them have a black color, but I already documented that before, although with less detail. Finally, I have recently noticed in the depths of the forest, a great concentration of magic in a place a few kilometers from here. Possibly there are part of the answers that I have been looking for, although I will not make false hopes again.

I get up and put my journal away. I look towards the horizon of the path marked by rocks that only allow me to see a little more than a few meters. Desolate, disturbing, but above all, the refuge of countless poor beings, snatched from their humanity, and transformed into monsters without conscience.

I begin to walk along the lifeless path while I observe the lake with interest, my heavy metallic steps echo in the empty place, adorned with vegetation. A few meters after walking I hear some footsteps coming in front of me. I quickly look ahead and draw my sword as quickly as possible. My eyes did not see what was approaching at first, but as the sound gets closer, light footsteps are heard, and a human-like silhouette begins to be seen in the mist. And what comes out of it leaves me speechless.

<> My thoughts are a mess the moment I see that image in front of me and think <>.