Ascension Of The Nephilim

The dark clouds that covered the entire world began to tremble.

The mighty Shade Lord was hurt from the terrifying holy beam that pierced the great distance and damaged him. The spell that he was maintaining was canceled, and the great darkness that was being born was stopped. The clouds parted, and the great sky and sun shone on the land once more.

The howls of the Cardinal were immense as the attack struck him in the most embarrassing part.

While the wounds had already recovered, the pain and the shame lingered as the Cardinal's power erupted and covered the sky. The mighty wind blew, and the ground below was starting to wither.

"My Lord..." The Wyvern Commander shouted in fear as the wound in her chest made her vulnerable to the massive decay of the area around.

"I'll kill her!" The Cardinal raged, and it was as if the sounds of a thousand men roared.

The earth itself trembled, and the many souls of the land began to quiver in fear.

"I shall... chase her, My lord!" The Wyvern could finally breathe as the deadly wind of decay vanished around her, allowing her to heal the massive wound on her chest quickly.

"No! The Nephilim has planned it all! We will retreat! He still has the means to kill us! We were too arrogant! Destiny is displeased. We retreat, and I will reanimate the fallen Commanders through a dark art, and we shall make our full assault!" The Necromancer ordered, and with great speed, they flew towards their base.

As the terrifying power of the Cardinal disappeared, Martha sighed in relief as she was flying with all of her might. Time was moving faster, which made her movements and flight exceed the speed of the Wyvern Commander.

"So you're a god, too? Like Kyriachos?" Martha thanked her savior. The power of Calaminus managed to stop True Time around them for several seconds allowing her to make that attack and flee.

"Well, Kyriachos is deinitely stronger than me. But yeah. I am one of the gods connected with the Nephilim."

"Your the source of all the oddity that has been happening in my head." Martha felt the familiar power.

"Yeah. It's a long story. I am Calaminus."

"Time God Calaminus?! I remember you! You are that weird God!" Puff was amazed.

"Oh right! You are a dragon from the Heretic Age! Glad to have an old-timer on board the Nephilim's champion!"

"Yet in all of that I've seen, this war against Destiny is too insane! Even for ancient creatures like us, it feels that we could easily die!"

"It is. Initially, I was very skeptical about Kyros's arrangements in this and how he even left me to Martha. But it was well played. It's like Kyros read the hand of Destiny."

"Two Commanders in one blow... No one will expect that. Lord Kyros has indeed made preparations that were timely executed. But I hope that Father-in-law can hold on." Martha looked ahead and could sense that the crisis around Mezal was still present.

On the area where Mezal and the Champions fled to...

Faye flew through the sky, bringing Mezal's unmoving body.

Mezal was dying. His soul was but a spark that remained. But despite how he should have died, his soul did not leave the body. It was as if the heavens were rejecting his entry, and he knew that it was due to the Curse of Destiny. Mezal did everything in the fight. He revealed his Ancient Source, he used the Soul arts that his father-in-law taught him, but it just couldn't contend with the raw might of the enemy.

Demerus, Triona, and Ressi had used their forbidden arts, which they spoke of.

[Over Mana] was a technique that they found in one of the abandoned fortresses that their family waged long ago and attacked the Dark Sea. It was a skill that Skeletons used to abandon their flesh and become beings without bodies and only had magic.

Their magics would increase by sacrificing their body and going through a ritual that made them dark beings that abandoned the flesh. But going through this route meant certain death.

They had become Skeletons that hovered in the sky and were wasting the last of their souls on the attacks that pushed their attacks to reach a level that only Commanders could wield.

Sadly, they fought against a Commander with Crown potential. And this Commander had used an army to become its body.

The destructive attacks that the three champions that would have shocked the Lowlands and impressed the Midlands still could not compare to the power of the Commander in her [Army of One] form.

Faye carried Mezal and focused on escaping. But her heart was being ripped apart as he could hear the destructive booms of the battle.

She knew that each attack meant that her brother and sisters were falling closer and closer to their final death.

"We will not be easily defeated!" The shout of Demerus echoed out, and several explosions could be heard at the back.

Faye's tears fell on Mezal as she was holding on tighter to Mezal at each explosion.

Mezal could only quietly sigh and mock his weakness.

"Perhaps I am not as brave as I thought. For I cannot bear to see the result of my defeat..." Mezal thought to himself as he watched the beautiful face of Faye weeping as she used all of her might to fly as fast as she could.

The power of Destiny to make Mezal see the death of his allies had such a huge effect on him this time. He had lost many allies, but he never lost someone as strong as Champions.

BOOM!

"You arrogant half-skeletons can't stop me!" The angry shout of the Shaman commander erupted, and a powerful boom that caused a great shockwave that even Faye and Mezal could feel occurred.

Another boom erupted, and the power of Shaman raced through the sky.

"She's coming!" Mezal warned.

"You can't escape me!" The Shaman Commander shouted.

Faye didn't even turn back, but she could feel the power falling onto her.

The massive arm of the Shaman Commander punched down.

But suddenly...

BOOM!

The fist met something, and an explosion rocked the heavens.

Mezal glanced up and could see a massive portal opening with the massive arm of a Wyrm emerging out.

"A mere worm dares to fight me?" The Shaman laughed, but as she was about to perform her attack...

"Pun intended? Come and fight us, and we'll make you give up the ghost!" The laughing voice of Calaminus echoed out as Time haste activated, and Martha's figure was like a blur that began to attack the massive form of the Shaman.

The Shaman cursed and wielded her power and began to fight the Wyrm and Martha's small yet speedy form.

"Neteri. Retreat." A voice commanded her.

"My Lord? But I am almost victorious!"

"You can't sense it because of the thousands of souls making up your Army of One. Eredus, Lucas, and Faust are dead! Retreat now! The Nephilim have more secret arts! Do not delay!"

"At your word!" The Shaman Commander agreed, and the massive light that made up her huge soul glowed and beamed out.

Arrows suddenly shot at the fleeting lights, and a massive Temple suddenly appeared on the grounds below.

Neteri's lights beamed out, but Neteri felt that she would have died if she had stayed a second sooner.

"The Holy Temple of the Nephilim... It glows with pure white power." She observed. As she flew up above, she could see the small army rushing towards the location of the Temple. And as she traveled, the light was appearing in the sky as the dark clouds were disappearing.

"Eredus, Lucas, and Faust...? Hmph. No matter. Your Souls still belong to the Cardinal Heralcus. You all will be reanimated soon.." Neteri harrumphed and zoomed out to the great distance.