GREED: ALL FOR WHAT?



There was the option to cut off the immortal power's serpentine mouth. But he went for the neck. He didn't just stop after shutting off the cry. He tried to remove the power immortal's head completely from his shoulder. The immortal power died because of Soverick's overzealousness in shutting him up.

"What a crybaby," Soverick muttered. "I'm sure it wasn't that bad."

He is speaking from experience. The consequence of his fight with the dragon in the first challenge is the most painful thing he has ever experienced. But he still had the mind to sneak into the law matrix and decode it secretly while he healed. So he knows what it feels like to have the framework of your existence crushed. Then again, he and other clones of Legion have been unnaturally comfortable with pain. 

The cry of pain ended but Soverick didn't leave. He enjoyed ending the misery of his enemy so he stayed close to the immortal power to do it again. The immortal power resurrected soon after. He had a good look as Soverick swung his blade and beheaded him again. 

That happened several times as he waited for the brute he punched to catch up to him. Having speed makes time seem slow. He can do a lot of things while others are slow as if they are moving through tar. It hasn't been two seconds since the immortal power was stabilized, but he has done a lot in that period. His injuries healing nicely and he has beheaded the immortal power 4 times already.

The immortal power resurrected again. But this time he screamed to the immortal link through their connection. 

"Kill me." He roared. "Please kill me. Kill me now."

He didn't ask for help or to be saved. He asked to die. Even that was a struggle to say through all the pain. And the pain is so much. It is all he can feel. It is an overwhelming sensation of excruciating pain. So it is not a wonder that he wants his ordeal to end through death. 

It is as if there is a crack in his mind which there is. The crack is supposed to expand and kill him but it can't now that his existence has been buffed up and made more resilient. But the crack is still there. It hasn't gone so he is still feeling the pain caused by it. It is like an itch that he can't scratch. Except this itch is a fracture in his existence.

The crack has rendered him useless. He can't think straight or use his abilities. He has become a liability on the Vipers so he wants to die for two reasons. He wants the pain to end and he wants the 2 million threads to be put to good use.

"Goodbye." The immortal link said.

The immortal link used the permission he had to the immortal power to reduce his connection back to 500,000. That made him succumb to the crack in his existence. He collapsed and the immortal link used that opportunity to sever all his remaining connections. The loss of all his connections made the immortal power collapse for one last time. He didn't resurrect anymore. Soverick's fun ended abruptly.

"I really hate that immortal link," Soverick grumbled before he turned his attention to the brutes.

The black-scaled brute is rushing towards him while the white-scaled brute is still injured and nearby. He kicked the white-scaled brute away. Then he rushed towards the black-scaled brute and he began the arduous process of cutting it down. His blade flashed. There was a bang. Then a small groove appeared on the body of the brute.

Soverick just sighed and resumed his work. He wasn't discouraged by the low return for his effort. He needs to chip at the brute like a wood carver slowly chipping away at a block of wood. That's what he needs to do to bring it down and that's what he is going to do.

His blade flashed several times just as he flashed into different positions around the brute. The brute couldn't react to him at all and was helpless against him. But that's where his advantage stopped. The explosions and shockwaves caused by the impact of his blade striking the brute are like empty barks without a bite.

The defense of the brute increased again with the death of another paragon. So it will take at least 5 seconds to chop up the brute into pieces. That is a lot of time for him. It is frustrating that he has to spend so much time just cutting away at someone to kill them. Fortunately, he is not the only one frustrated in this situation. The black-called brute in question is not having such a nice time either.

The brute roared angrily. It is the only thing he can do successfully in this situation. It turned occasionally to try and catch Soverick but his tormentor is already gone by the time the brute moves. All he can catch are the fleeting afterimages that Soverick left behind.

"Help me." He roared.

He couldn't help but ask for help despite the fact that there is no one close by to help him. The second brute is still healing and the spell tower is still on its way here. Soverick is so fast that he is even managing to bombard the healing brute with spells to slow down its regeneration while still attacking him. Fortunately, he is not alone, he is connected to a being that can help him. So he received help immediately.

Soverick frowned when his blade slashed into the brute but only made an even more shallow wound. The defense of the brute has suddenly become stronger. His attack cannot cut as deep as it used to be. In fact, he is only creating surface wounds now instead of shallow grooves. It will take at least a minute of constant attacks before he can break down the brute. And that's only if the brute doesn't heal at all.