Ivory’s stance, he stood ahead of the group as he let out a chuckle. A loud cachinate which enveloped the whole area.

  He blinked, causing a suddenly powerful pressure to befall the group. A demon-like aura.

  “It’s amusing, I’m losing it all but so will you. Hah.”

  “What’s funny?” Peria clutched onto the katanas on his back, flicking it into both of his palms as the tips of the blades pointed into the sand.

  “How much do you love that man right there…” Ivory lifted his index finger, his right hand pointing directly at Lianous Cragis who stood behind them all.

  The Lusted’s brown eyes pupils dilated.

  Peria turned to stare behind before looking back at Ivory, “I don’t love him that much.”

  “So you won’t mind because I’ll split him apart with my bare hands if you all fail.”

  Then he vanished.

  “Fucking turn around!” Azrael clasped both of his hands together, creating a red aura around Lianous. However as soon as The Former Sixth Saint turned around, he was slammed in the head darting toward a wooden saloon.

  “What the—” Felix Nightingale beamed up into the sky, shooting lasers at Ivory who easily manuvered through it. The Slavi grabbed one of the light fissions, compressing it together before banging it into the floor.

  Launching him into the sky.

  “What the?” Lianous leaned out of the carcass of the saloon which was instantly destroyed as soon as he made impact. He observed himself, looking at his body which was covered in the red aura.

  BANG!

  Ivory launched himself into Felix. His upper body slamming into the Saint’s exoskeleton as he sent him flying kilometers away on impact.

  He hovered in the sky, staring below at everyone else. “Is this what Thidos was dealing with? At this rate, I understand why he didn’t send the Saints to fight Floria. You guys are only good as damage control.”

  “Come down.” Peria blinked his eyes, his voice echoing and reverbing. He expecting Ivory to fall down to the ground.

  But he didn’t.

  “Dumbass.”

  Instead he roared. Rupturing the sound barrier until it collapsed temporarily. He unhinged his jaw and vomited a green beam of light that split in the air and individually tracked all the combatants. Stabbing through majority of them as they winced in pain but still held on.

  “You people may be believing that you could ever win, ever be something in life. It’s your dreams, but I am here remind you peasants of reality.

  That your dream will forever only remain a stupid and pointless dream.

  It’s just a dream.” Ivory swung his figners around as the light beams dissipated, pointing his fingers at Peria. Shooting air bullets with his fingertip muscles, which the Oni barely dodged.

  “Brave decision to dodge, but dodging is simply the bare minimun.”

  Pollux and Castor created a black mist portal, flinging it toward Merlin who leaped into it.

  His destination was the sky as he attempted to land a punch onto Ivory’s head.

  The First Slavi saw this and flexed his muscles. Causing Merlin to break his right paw on impact, hassling into the sand.

  “If this is what you’re capable of, no wonder your loved ones died.” Ivory’s saliva chucked at Peria who sliced it into nothing.

  “I’ll see truly how strong you are!” The Oni roared as Azrael coated him in a green aura. He snapped his fingers, causing a rumble in the realm.

  Lianous smirked, giving a signal to the Wilson twins to create a portal before going invisible. Scavenging through the ruins of the saloon before picking out a razor.

  “Tch.” Ivory scoffed. Lunging himself into cattle and bison, coating himself in blood. Slamming both of his feet to the ground as he turned around slowly.

  A planet banded in clouds, moons and rings floating around it soaring toward him.

  “The Lord Medea must excuse me for this.” Ivory shot a grin with blood-shot eyes. “I’ll crush them all.”

  He expanded his wingspan, clutching onto the foreign planet before booting it upward. Crashing his legs into the ground and propelling himself forward before slamming the planet down onto the surface.

  “What the hell is—” Felix blinked back into the battlefield, staring at the incoming planet before. His armor glowing white as he attempted to push it back. He snapped his head back at Azrael who was whispering to Bub.

  “Hey! You can make shit stronger or weaker right? Make us able to compete against this bastard!”

  Azrael grumbled as Beelzebub stomped his staff into the ground, “That would be impossible— he is beyond strength.”

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  SHINK!

  SHINK!

  Kaff! Kaff!

  Felix fell to the ground as the planet was split into four quarters, before violently exploding. Before the dust settled— the debris of the planet was shooting toward the man who did it, the man who easily destroyed it with a cough…

  Ivory, who stood with a larger grin.

  But he then paused, facepalming.

  “It’s what needs to be done. Can’t let anymore potential playmates die.” He grabbed his face, slapping it before smiling once more. Folding his arms as he stared below at the squirming fighters. “What was that man’s technique. Oh yes, Gabriel Khan used gusts of wind.” Ivory leaned forward, rapidly swerving his body left and right causing gales to bombard the battlefield.

  “Enchant!” The Castor twins both spoke in harmony as they created portals underneath everyone present, directing them metres away from the gales that caused dense craters in the ground.

  “Babael!” Beelzebub nodded his head at the Second Seraphim as they both leaped into the sky. Miles away from the ground but directly opposte of Ivory.

  “How’d you destroy that planet?” Babael scorned.

  “Can’t you do the same?”

  “Fuck it!” Without warning, Felix soared past the two. Colliding his armor with Ivory’s body as they both launched past the arena at lightspeeds.

  “Where are you taking me? Are you leading me to your coffin?” Ivory smiled, folding his arms behind his back as he let Felix clobber him.

  Fist after fist after fist.

  Slam after slam.

  Before Atlas (Felix) himself threw Ivory into a local desert, charging up his energy.

  “I’d say it’s a fitting place for a man hiding in a suit of armor.” Ivory lay in the desert with his arms stretched out, the tips of his hands smoothly touching against the sand. “Maybe the sand will clog up your helmet so your screams are muffled. Or am I being optimistic?”

  “Shut! The! Fuck! UP! I’ll make you kneel before Nightingale! FOr I AM NIGHTINGALE!” Felix’s blue suit glew pure white as an orb floated out the epicenter of his body.

  He crushed it in his hands before enlargening it to the same size as the planet before, flicking it upward.

  “Is this your move, will you really bring me to down to my knees?”

  “I’LL FUCKING KILL—”

  Ivory moved instantly, now in front of the planet replica. His muscles bulging before suddenly relaxing.

  He then flicked it away with fingers, into space. Before turning his head back to Felix who had a distraught expression that couldn’t even be hidden by his mask.

  “The… Nightingale. It truly is all over isn’t it.”

  “I’ll bury you now.” Ivory grabbed Felix’s head before flinging it down back into the sand.

  He was about to lunge, pushing his head down into the sand before he felt scratch marks against his back.

  Merlin and Lianous appeared out of a portal, one equipped with feral claws whilst the other held a golden razor.

  Ivory spun around, grabbing both by the shoulder before slamming them to hit each-other.

  “Those Pollux kids are quite a problem, would you care if I kill—” Ivory threw both of them to the side before narrowly dodging a staff aimed at his head.

  Evading multiple hits by Beelzebub before pushing him away in the sky.

  “If you hit me, you could affect me with an ailment. That wouldn’t be good.” Ivory licked his lips, reaffarming a sumo battle-stance as his feet were positioned in the air.

  “Wrong guy.” Beelzebub smiled. He snapped his fingers as his entire body turning into a swarm of flies as they fluttered around Ivory.

  Before humanising into Peria who swung his katanas at Ivory.

  Who flexed his muscles once more, shattering the blades. Peria punched Ivory in the jaw, but the man simply turned his head back.

  With no reaction at-all.

  “Oh… I’m sorry Elaine.” The Oni closed his eyes before dropping his defense.

  Ivory sighed before smiling once more.

  “Stick to manipulating gravity.” He snickered before grabbing Peria’s left arm and dislocating it. Hurling the Oni back to the ground.

  The First Slavi counted those who were on the floor, his finger wagging at each of them:

  Lianous, Peria, Merlin, Felix.

  The Nightingale Heir barely sat up, staring at Ivory with fatigue.

  “Can you give us a handicap?”

  “A handicap? Would Samiel give a handicap? For you, handicap is a coffin. Nice choice picking this coffin on the topic, is it comfortable?”

  “He has all the power in the world, at-least I tried.” Felix gave a snark smile before collasping unconcsious along with the other defeated warriors.

  “Only the Seraphim are the actual combatants.” Ivory tapped his temple, before drilling his index finger into the side of his head. “But the Wilson twins are threats… I’ll have to kill those twins or else!”

  Ivory folded his arms, dropping himself to the ground which caused a shockwave. Flinging all the defeated combatants back to the original arena. He looked around, gnarling his teeth.

  “You three are skilled opponents, but it seems as if your arsenal doesn’t fit this battle. I see why the Seraphim lived against Samiel— but now I see why the REST OF YOU LOST!”

  Ivory slammed his feet against the ground, causing all the Seraphim to drop from the sky.

  A heavy aura returned, a menacing fear that ensnared everyone present. Emitting from Ivory. The air tasted metallic when Ivory activated Fear. Senses were inverted, touch felt like taste— taste felt like smell.

  “His— he’s… this is his power isn’t it.” Azrael shot a glare toward Babael who chuckled.

  As the ground still shook, a voice echoed in the madness.

  “I can combat your Fear.” The Strongest Seraphim present lifted himself of the ground, stomping against the pressure. Each foot slammed against the sand as he walked with direct eye-contact.

  Ivory sniggered, falling into a manic outburst as a purple circle around flung out of his chest. Floating into the sky, before snaping the colour purple. Then blue, then back to green.

  His pupils broke, as his white eyes now faded into a pure red sockets.

  “He was holding back?” Babael recoiled, flinging his arms outward before clutching his palms back together. His hands directed toward the sand. “Enchant!” He roared, “I order you not to move!”

  Ivory’s body convulsed on the spot before mindlessly flinging toward the Seraphim, launching him into the air.

  “What the?” Babael mummured before desperately blocking a punch. He spun his body around, flinging him back to the ground as he barely landed near Azrael and Beelzebub.

  All three Seraphims shot up together, panting as they looked at Ivory who still had a spasm in the air.

  Babael’s eyes watered, memories of the battle against Samiel flooded back. Was this how, was this how they felt?

  Those innocent Angels, did they feel this fear?

  “What’s his deal?” Bub snorted, “He’s all looney.”

  “And he’s still nothing compared to Samiel. Atleast we’re able to stand here.” Azrael panted.“Get me in close.” Babael pointed, “I’ll try something.”

  “No. I should be close, I can nullify his power!” Azrael snapped.

  “Hell! We should all get in close! Look what he did to the rest of them, he basically killed them!” Babael snarked, “Well.. they aren’t dead.”

  “What type of training is this?” Beelzebub collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

  “Wait? What.” Azrael’s eyes glimmered before he saw Ivory walk back.

  Calmly.

  “I’d say that’s a good test of all of your powers.” The First Slavi chuckled, “Obviously I believe that Pollux and Castor were the best.”

  “You can’t just call that training! Look at them!” Babael snapped.

  “You can’t fight me but wish to fight someone who wouldn’t fight with mercy? Are you insane? Such lack-luster or even lack of training all-together have led you people to being such weaklings.

  I expected to be atleast flung into the stratosphere by a Saint— not mere kilometres. We can all travel that in our sleeps.”

  Azrael itched his neck.

  “I call this a failure, you’ll be working for Ostra still but you all have failed— except the twins. How they utilised the fact that their powers aren’t primarily offence to give you cretins opportunities. Yet, you still failed to acknowledge.

  What a shame. I had more cortisol spikes with Gabriel Khan and he’s an utter weakling.”

  Ivory cracked his neck before walking away into the distance.

  “Where! Where do we go! What about our men?” Babael shrieked.

  “Figure it out yourselves, but your destination is obviously the town hall. Be thankful for Felix, he made you guys walk less of a distance. I should follow up on my promise with Lianous Cragis but he’s already wallowing in shame. There’d be no point.

  At the end of the day, I didn’t get to fight someone stronger this time…”

  Ivory was correct, the town hall was only mere miles away. As he walked closer and closer to it, fading into the horizon. As the moon glimmered on his back.