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(Epilogue) Alternate Ending - An Unlikely Alliance
Brynn felt empty. After so much death and loss, the plane was finally restored to its former glory, more or less. It was not an improvement or progress to a better future, only merely a mending of the wound. The great wound that was caused by Septhis's machinations.
The angel knew that the Slave of the Abyss was still biding its time to unleash another apocalypse again, sooner or later. The sacrifice of the champion and the honored spirits might only delaying the inevitable.
But soon after, a circular portal opened behind the frowning angel who was taking a brief respite under the sunset.
"What in the name of- " Brynn turned around and readied her weapon due to her reflexes.
Two people were slowly walking out through the portal. The first person was a female. He could recognize that that was a former contender who was similar in attire to Akuma, Jelene. He was aware that she possessed a demonic and an angelic blade along with her sinister attitude, so the angel was always wary of her.
And the second person was surprised him even more. The said person was just a skeleton in an intricate gold-ornated, dark robe, along with its set of trousers, boots, and some gemstone rings he didn't aware of their purposes. She could tell that it was a male skeleton due to their choice of clothing. It was a lich with one glowing golden eyesocket.
"Well well, isn't this really a heartfelt panorama?" This time the skeleton spoke with a magically amplified telepathy.
Brynn really dislike negotiating with people who were using dark magics and sorceries. But at that point she didn't have much of choice and energy to fight both of them. She could feel that there was something much more about this lich.
"Who are you?" She asked with a frown along with her spear pointed towards both of them.
Jelene only folded her arms and smirked.
"Let's not be hasty here, shall we. I am Auric, a planeswalker extraordinaire." The skeleton man bowed. "And I believe I have a solution towards this whole abyssal fiasco, my good lady."
Brynn paused for a moment. In one hand, the champion has promised a permanent answer towards the abyssal plague. But it was after all a promise with no assurance. Brynn knew that he should be always pragmatic and not overly zealous unlike her fellow angels. A one of the reasons why she entered the tournament before.
And she knew that she shouldn't mess with a planeswalker, for she was aware that their existence could bring great changes to the world. So the angel had no choice but to lower her weapon and to play it along.
"Isn't it better? So, anyway, I believe I should introduce you to the Hedrons, powerful devices to trap gods and demons alike."
And with a snap of his bony fingers, two large intricate stone octahedron constructs were materialized over the skeleton.
And Brynn could feel that there was powerful condensed magical energy pooling in each of the stone constructs.
'Such thing would be causing a disaster if it somehow explodes... And he could summon them effortlessly.' Thought the angel cautiously.
"These are only examples. And of course we could always build more of these beautiful devices." The skeleton smiled innerly.
"And what do you want in return?"
"What else then, Septhis himself of course."
Auric nodded. "That is what I had in mind, yes."
"How?" Brynn asked, crossing her arms.
The lich stepped closer. "I could show you in a more...personal setting."
Brynn drew herself up to her full height. "And have you kill or maim me for your schemes? I don't think so. You show me now, or you do it yourself." She smiled humorlessly at Auric. "You might have a chance at it, with the recent battle for succession. Your choice, lich." She spoke the last word with as much disdain as possible.
Auric clicked his tongue. "Very well." He pointed a finger at the hedrons, which floated down between the two. "It's simple, really; just use your magic to manipulate the hedron's energy and use it to surround whatever you need to gain control of."
"And if they fail?" Brynn asked skeptically.
Auric couldn't smile, but Brynn could hear one in his voice. "They won't."
5 years after the events in Vosanova.
The hooded woman was running nonstop peeking through trees and rubble during Ovan Nova's silent night. Getting there brought bitterness to the hooded woman's mouth, in addition to the difficulty of passing through the watchful armies who wanted to restore order in Vosanova. She didn't care about politics and had no idea how things were going in Vosanova. There was only one goal.
Among the streets and rubble, some beings in humanoid form with a blackish and purple fur, as if they had been burned or consumed by something, with their arms dangling, grunted without purpose and did not care about the hooded one, who avoids crossing the path of those creatures. When needed, her sword shone and beheaded the creatures without fear.
Finally she arrived at the entrance to the catacombs and went down as far as she could. Some studies and a lot of help from natives, mixed with local legends, made the puzzles to open the gates easier than expected. The place was old and many gears did not work and many stones blocked the way. In those moments, the sword, which had two specific stones in the hilt in a three-space lot, shone to give strength and cut the obstacles like butter.
The further down, the darker the place became, lifeless and frightening with the heavy air, mixed with the sounds of grunts echoing between the stone arches that supported the chamber where the hooded woman had arrived.
The place beyond the darkness had only an old and broken altar that held a kind of purple vapor with a kind of red-eyed creature trying to escape from what appeared to be his prison. It seemed to be the fragment of a visceral struggle there. The air got heavier.
She came close to the altar and plunged the sword into the steam. In the three spaces of sword runes, lapis lazuli with a leviathan design and rune with a sword design in amber began to shine. The vapor began to be ferociously sucked into the free space. In the end the vapor turned into an amethyst with a design of a black flame. The place shuddered with a terrifying echo.
Ar-Ka-Nai
The sound came from a sudden gale that gradually dissipated and threw the woman's hood away, which she quickly pulled away leaving only a pink streak showing.
shadow123
Thank you for your feedback.
I think I must have not been clear about my own feedback.
I don't blame any of you for how this tournament went neither in time nor in story. I got mostly what I wanted from the world building and I'm happy about that and that the tournament got a conclusion.
The time was unfortunate but it was really nothing that could easily have been prevented without knowing the outcome beforehand.
Edit: What is wrong with link for the usernames?