Lord of Myths: I Can Summon and Fuse Divine Powers.-Chapter 72: The Weaver of Stories and the Tyrant of the Abyss. (2)
It’s curious. The demon goddess of tyranny hadn’t used heka. She couldn’t use such art, since she lacked ka.
However, her authority as Ashura of tyranny allowed her to generate a phenomenon that could be considered very similar to heka.
With one very important difference, her authority completely transcends space and time.
That’s why, as soon as she gives a command, it’s carried out instantly, so if someone doesn’t protect themselves beforehand, they’re doomed.
In an instant, the demon goddess of tyranny had finished off Anansi, and only needed one command.
"How disappointing, I thought you’d put up more of a fight," the Ashura commented as she approached the spiral of flesh and bones with a mocking face but also a somewhat disappointed look.
However, just as she took another step, something strange happened.
The Ashura saw how she had returned to the foot of the stairs again.
"Huh?" Caligo turned her head confused, unable to understand what was happening.
In front of her was a woman with lilac hair, and a robe of the same color.
Six arms were stretched out, holding a series of almost impossible threads.
Anansi was completely intact.
What had happened?
"W-what? But you were dead?" the Ashura exclaimed incredulously.
Everything had happened so quickly that not even she could process the situation.
Anansi looked at her opponent with a cold and calculating gaze.
"You said it yourself, ’was,’" the woman said coldly.
It was true, the authority of tyranny was much more powerful than heka, and a practically instantaneous art that transcended the very concept of time and space.
However, that phenomenon still belonged to a series of causes and effects.
After all, Caligo needed to speak to activate the technique.
So it could definitely be said it was within "history."
Anansi, who had woven and extended her network practically throughout the entire scenario, was now owner of the place’s history.
By killing her, the fabric of history itself was also broken, which to repair itself, had to erase the moment when Anansi was murdered, to be able to continue existing.
Anansi had transformed herself into a necessary pillar to sustain the reality model she was in, making that same model favor her.
The Ashura smiled, slightly understanding what had happened.
After all, she knew the witch’s ability, though not all its uses.
"I see you’ve learned some tricks during the eras I was locked up, I hope they help you endure a bit against me," the Ashura then announced, now that she could intuit the phenomenon behind that situation she was calmer.
However, the Ashura’s confidence didn’t make Anansi’s will waver, who didn’t feel intimidated at all by the demon goddess of tyranny.
"Count on it, in fact, you should worry about not having gotten rusty with time," the witch responded with a certain mocking tone.
That comment was true, the Ashura had been sealed for a long time, but in her case, it wouldn’t affect her as much.
The Ashura’s conception of time was very different from that of mortal beings, so "getting rusty" wouldn’t be a problem for her.
"Ha, how funny you are," the Ashura responded with a smile. "But you shouldn’t be so confident ~ you might get a surprise."
She assured.
The demon goddess of tyranny was clear about her objective at that moment, completely destroy Anansi’s form of interaction with the scenario’s chain of causes and effects.
It was a quite logical conclusion knowing the nature of Anansi’s power.
The Ashura also knew how her power worked, through threads that were woven like those of a spider.
Therefore, she simply had to destroy those threads.
"Huh?" The demon goddess of tyranny was surprised at that moment, Anansi had moved her arms forward, pointing at her.
Staying reflective wasn’t the best strategy in the world, however, the Ashura didn’t fear her enemy’s offensive power.
"Burn!" she exclaimed confidently, however, nothing happened. "Huh?"
A practically invisible network cut the Ashura into little pieces, separating her into thousands of parts.
What had happened was very curious.
Those threads were like the cuts the witch had used with the old priest.
These represented "voids" in "history," cuts or rather interferences in the cause and effect system.
The threads upon contact with an object created a kind of isolation of the affected surface, dividing it as if the thread represented an imaginary border that couldn’t be crossed.
While subsequently nothing prevented the union between the elements, this wouldn’t be an automatic process.
At that moment Caligo’s body was cut into little pieces, however, why didn’t the threads burn?
That was the Ashura’s intention when shouting "burn."
She wanted to incinerating the threads since she knew that’s what Anansi used to attack.
However, these weren’t really "threads" now, since they had become a void, a section of space lacking "future."
It was like a shadow, something that can be perceived but really doesn’t have a body but is the absence of something.
These "threads" were something similar, at least those with the property of eliminating history.
Therefore, when the Ashura ordered the threads to burn, literally nothing burned, since that section of history was being eliminated, therefore the state of "burning" couldn’t be acquired.
In other words, the very properties of the "void" threads eliminated the possibility of interacting with them.
"What do you think of my tricks?" Anansi mentioned as she began to move her arms rapidly, moving those threads with extreme speed.
Her intention was simple, cut her enemy into hundreds of small pieces.
However, Caligo didn’t have normal physiology, she had absolute control of her physiology.
The instant she was damaged she "reconstructed" herself.
Besides, because the cuts were very fine it was very easy to regenerate again.
Unlike the cuts, the threads Anansi was now employing only dissected, however they didn’t prevent the "reunion" of the parts, because she knew it would be useless.
Azoth would be able to reunite each part easily.
But knowing that, why did she keep attacking that way?
It was simple, buy time.
A prolonged combat, though it didn’t seem like it, benefited Anansi extraordinarily.
The reason for this fact was that Anansi was trying to increase the density of the network she was having in the scenario.
While she had already taken much of the control of the space she was in, the more density the network had and more connections between them, the easier it would be for her.
At that moment Anansi had forced the Ashura to concentrate on her regeneration and not on attacking.
Gaining valuable seconds while the thread network spread around her.
The network created more connections, more threads, occupied more space, and went deeper into the structure of that reality.
Doing it in a slower process also benefited Anansi because she spent less power that way.
The idea was simple, extend her power in the most prudent way possible to save energy and thus increase her efficiency.
However, Anansi was also aware of something, her offensive with the "void" threads wasn’t going to work forever.
"Very pathetic!" the Ashura then exclaimed, barely dozens of seconds had passed when she had finally managed to move and get out of the threads’ range.
The demon goddess of tyranny had moved to the side, in a jump with impulse, though still running, the thread network was following her.
"Then why are you fleeing from them?" the witch asked, as she moved her fingers and arms precisely.
Upon doing so, a cube formed by thick threads was woven, a "network cube" formed around the Ashura, as if it were a cage.
However, the cage itself suddenly shrank in size, compressing on the Ashura.
"Because they’re very anno—"
The Ashura couldn’t continue her response, she had been divided into several parts.
The now thicker cuts were much more difficult to join.
Or at least they wouldn’t be healed in an instant.
Anansi took advantage of that, and released the threads in a kind of tornado of void threads that cut the segmented parts of the Ashura at great speed.
The cutting speed was impressive, in an instant the Ashura’s body had been reduced practically to dust.
The Ashura needed her body to survive, if it was sufficiently damaged she wouldn’t survive.
At that instant, Caligo’s body had been reduced practically to dust, and therefore, it could be said it was no longer a "functional body."
In other words, that instant should have been the end for the Ashura.
At least under normal circumstances.
"What?" Anansi then exclaimed, looking down.
A hand had suddenly grabbed her ankle.
A hand that protruded from that void of innocuous darkness.
The witch didn’t have time to react, before she could even make another movement, the arm had already pulled her forcefully downward.
The witch’s body was instantly sunk into what seemed like an ocean of ominous darkness.
In an instant, she was accelerating "downward," moving further and further away from the light.
The witch tried to struggle, but that darkness prevented her from moving, as if it were a very dense liquid which prevented movement.
What the hell had happened?
