Maple Wizen -Point of Reason- (Mod)

[Ayakura Alisa]

I stared at the knife I had managed to find from the battle that allowed us passage into this new area. A strange, but large library filled with what I can only assume are tomes and grimoires containing forbidden knowledge. I had half a mind to try and read some of them, wondering if they were really similar to the strange books that are alluded to and constantly referred to in myths, tales, and other stories. This knife, it was shining with a strange light.

「　」

Void. Emptiness. Was this the answer? "Nothing"? There was no answer? Hmm. It was a little frustrating to even consider that outcome. Regardless, I could feel something strange coming from within the library. I looked around in a frenzy, holding my new knife even more tightly than before, its shining light guiding the way in these dark halls. Eventually, I found a piece of paper on the floor. There was some writing on it; but the writing was not in ink from a ball-pen or graphite from a pencil. It was in blood. The lettering was brownish-red, the color of blood as it had become dry and stale. Dead, in other words.

What was more jarring, however, was the fact the handwriting was unmistakeably Kariya's writing. My dad's writing. I looked at what was written and realized that it was nearly incomprehensible. If my dad had actually written this, he had become literally insane. Most of it was nonsense speaking about 'the void,' 'everything originates from the singularity,' and such other hocus-pocus. It was out of character for him. Regardless, I pocketed it, but upon doing so, I heard sounds.

I turned around and drew my knife forward at the emptiness, awaiting for an ambush or an attack from the enemy.

「　」

根源

A word blares into my mind.

What does this mean...? "The root..."? Does this nonsense actually have meaning in the sea of chaos? Hmph! I can't focus on that right now...

[Erithania]

The smell of blood is in the air.

Necromancer Magus

Skills
Hell's Judgment
Dark Amp
Samarecarm
Mediarama
High Counter
Tetrakarn

Repel: Magic
Weakness: Physical

Undead Gigas

Skills
Gigantic Fist
Twin Shot
Tarukaja

Null: Strike
Weakness: Slash, Fire, Light

Undead Gigas

Skills
Gigantic Fist
Twin Shot
Tarukaja

Null: Strike
Weakness: Slash, Fire, Light

[Ayakura Alisa]

Looking around I soon come to observe the figure of a gaunt, robed man... person... thing, wielding an oversized sceptre in his right hand and an oversized tome in his left hand. The robes were dark, bloodied, old. I leaned against one of the bookshelves and stared at him and soon he stared back at me. With a raise of his sceptre and the chanting of some alien words, I soon found two large undead giants rise from by his feet. Soon, pointing his sceptre at me, he commanded the undead to charge at me, fists rising up to the challenge. I responded by gripping my knife and readying myself into a stance, one that would be more typically used when wielding a sword.

But no such luck here; I was using a knife. Regardless, I concentrated my energies and soon my right arm began to radiate a little, it was an unholy red, and soon with a fierce horizontal slice, my knife seemed to extend as the glowing red light formed into a huge extension of my knife, which seared through the undead gigases, and though it also found its mark on what I could only assume was a necromancer of old, it ended up deflecting it with its sceptre and suddenly the force I could feel recoiling back onto me... Kneeling back as I saw one of the undead giants get bisected, the other on the verge of collapsing, I saw the Necromancer literally just raise him back from the dead with some sort of revival spell.

Groaning and realizing that the attack I literally just did was quite taxing, and also realizing that I could not really get rid of the undead forces without getting rid of the necromancer who would literally just raise them back from the dead again, I noticed my only recourse was to distract him and minimize his impact on the fight as much as possible. The two giants once again began lumbering to my position. They were bringing down their fists on me but their attacks were ineffective with regards to the art of punching, and I had no choice but to defend myself by slashing at them with my knife. The one Gigas I had already weakened went down to my knife attack, but the other still stood and reasonably healthy at that too.

Disgruntled, the necromancer managed to bring it back from its un-death or something again, and soon I had to deal with two more again. Sighing, I bullrushed past the two giants, my smaller size allowing me to get past them, and soon I directed my own knife towards the dark magician of the dead. My shining blade was pointed right at it, but it managed to weather my blow by using its book, and then whapped at me by literally smacking me with the book, which was easily as big as half my body. So it kinda hurt. I was knocked to the side and soon the two zombie gigases caught up; and this caused me to retaliate once again with my unholy red energy slash, and this time everybody got caught in it, instantly bisecting the two undead Gigases and dealing some considerable damage to the necromancer.

I wasn't out of the clear yet, though. Both of its minions down, the necromancer seemed at an impasse as to what to do. Soon, it raised up its arms and once again one of its minions was revived. Turning around, the zombie roared and empowered itself and the necromancer with some energy, and then the necromancer began to charge up for a spell. And I was ready to attack with my slashing wave once more; it being basically my only go-to physical ability. Such a magus would have lots of defensive capabilities against my magic. And soon, it pointed its sceptre at me, the giant blue jewel on it glowing an unholy black, and soon the black light exploded into a fiercely evil malice which surrounded me and cut into me, the deadly dark energies searing into me.

The pain was unimaginable, but as I came out of it breathing and panting madly, I shivered and felt the fist of the gigas push me over. I rolled to the side and stood up, shivering and shaking, and I screamed in a last ditch effort to respond once again with my deadly attack 'Vorpal Blade,' and hopefully that would be enough - and with a last hurrah, the red energy, which by now had fizzled out from how weak I had become, managed to take out the zombie, and also greatly weaken the necromancer. However, he was still alive. Weakly healing himself with a spell, I responded by pelting at him with arrows. Some of the arrows hit him, but most of them landed on his book or got deflected away by some mysterious barrier. Regardless, I was able to land a key arrow on his head, which caused him to dissipate into black nothingness, leaving me a panting, bloody mess, now seated against a bookshelf, clutching my wounds.

[ChromaticTruthsayer]

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