The Game's Extra:Azhrael's Odyssey

Chapter 5: When The Legends Dies - Interlude.



As the spell continued, half of Azhrael's soul was transferred to the other world, settling into the prepared vessel. The remaining half, weakened by the strain, sealed itself within his tiny body, and his glowing eyes slowly closed.

But as his eyes shut, a vivid image burned into his mind—a memory that would perhaps haunt him forever.

Through the fading haze of his consciousness, he saw one of the assailants move behind his mother. In a single swift motion, the blade pierced through her chest, its cruel edge glinting in the dim light.

Her body jerked slightly, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth, yet her gaze remained fixed on Azhrael. It was a look of unwavering love and quiet sorrow. As her son's eyes finally closed, his consciousness fading into darkness, she gave him a soft, trembling smile.

"Cass, no—!" Xavian's voice roared across the battlefield, raw with panic and desperation.

"It's alright," Cassandra said softly, her voice barely a whisper. She turned to him, her expression calm and resolute.

Before anyone could react, from the shadows at her feet, a figure began to emerge. It was a being cloaked in form of purple and dark blue, its form seemingly made of rippling space itself.

The air around it crackled with an oppressive energy as it took physical shape—a tall, shadowy entity wielding a blade forged from the space itself.

The figure moved with blinding speed, faster than the human eye could follow. In one swift motion, its shadowy blade slashed through the arm of the dark-robed man standing nearest to Cassandra.

The assailant let out a guttural grunt of pain as his severed arm fell to the ground, blood pooling at his feet.

"Take him and move," Cassandra ordered, her voice steady and firm despite the pain in her chest.

The shadowy figure bowed its head in acknowledgment, its void-like body rippling with energy. Without hesitation, it moved towards Azhrael's cradle, gently cradling the child within its incorporeal arms.

A portal of swirling darkness materialized before them, the air around it humming with a strange, otherworldly resonance. The figure stepped into the portal, carrying the cradle with utmost care, disappearing into the world.

Nathan and the others rushed forward, unleashing a barrage of attacks in desperation. Magic and weapons clashed against Xavian's ice walls, but he stood firm, erasing their every move with his overwhelming power.

"Damn it, Daaamn it!" Nathan shouted in frustration, his face twisted with fury as he saw the figure vanish with Azhrael. He slammed his fist against the frozen ground, sending cracks through the earth. "We can't let them escape! We must stop them".

The other assailants, still reeling from the blast of ice and the overwhelming presence of Xavian, hesitated for a moment. But they couldn't afford to falter. With renewed determination, they surged forward, their weapons gleaming, magic crackling in the air.

Lia, with a grimace on her face, raised her hands and unleashed a barrage of fireballs at Xavian, but he responded with a wall of ice, which immediately began to freeze her attacks mid-air.

Nathan, furious, charged forward, his sword glowing with a fiery aura. He aimed straight for Xavian, but the moment his blade came within range, Xavian's frozen aura exploded outward, creating a shockwave that sent Nathan skidding backward.

"Told you, won't let you touch my son!" Xavian bellowed, his eyes glowing with a fierce determination. His body began to emit a dangerous level of mana, his core burning with the intensity of his emotions.

But Cassandra, standing a few paces behind him, wasn't idle. With her hands raised high, her fingers danced through the air, weaving complex spells. The very atmosphere around her began to distort as she prepared something far more powerful than any of them had expected.

"Xavian... It's time," Cassandra said softly, her voice strained yet resolute.

Xavian turned to her, eyes filled with understanding. Both of them, knowing the consequences, made the same decision.

They both reached deep into their cores, pushing their mana reserves beyond the limits of their bodies. The pain was unimaginable as their energy skyrocketed, their bodies on the verge of breaking.

The air trembled, the very earth beneath them groaning under the immense power. Then, in a single instant, both of them ignited their combined power in a cataclysmic explosion.

Mana Core Overload.

Booooom!

The ground shattered beneath them as a shockwave of energy surged outward. The explosion radiated for several kilometers, leveling the terrain, cracking mountains, and obliterating everything in its path.

A several kilometres long mushroom shaped cloud formed in the sky resulting in the aftermath of the explosion of their mana core overload.

The blast wave was so powerful that it sent debris flying in every direction, and the air was filled with the deafening roar of the destructive force.

The enemies burned and thrown back, unable to withstand the sheer intensity of the blast. The battlefield was left in ruins, a smoking crater where the blast had erupted, the air heavy with the aftermath of their sacrifice.

The Celestial Witch and The Frost King.

Their names, once spoken, sent waves of hope and morale surging through their allies, a beacon of strength in times of despair. For their enemies, however, those very names carried the weight of terror—a chilling reminder of unmatched power and impending doom.

But on this day, the legends of the Frost King and the Celestial Witch came to an end.

The battlefield bore silent witness to the destruction they unleashed. The frozen wastelands, now cracked and charred, stood as a testament to the sacrifice they made.

The Frost King's unyielding strength, the Celestial Witch's brilliant magic—together, they had always been unstoppable.

Yet even the strongest legends fall.

As the dust settled and the echoes of the blast faded, their wasn't a single trace of thier enemies and also of the legends dead bodies.

The Frost King and Celestial Witch had given their lives to protect what mattered most. For them it was their child.

Their Son.

Azhrael.

A name that will become so big, that even gods will fear him.

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