VRMMO: World's First Glyphborne-Chapter 80: An Unexpected Assistance
Rot-Horn’s legs collapsed underneath him as his charge was suddenly stopped dead. Tripping over the strange hand that had grabbed him, his head slammed into the ground with an earth trembling boom.
Saige blinked softly, staring at the deadly point of the silver antlers, which had stopped just before they skewered his head, leaving just a faint and superficial cut on his cheek that only let out a few droplets of blood.
But he didn’t stand there dumbly, he immediately shifted to the side, making room for the vampiric woman that lunged from the dark depths of his shadow.
Rot-horn had only started to get his feet underneath him when Belladonna’s stone covered fist slammed into his jaw. Blow after blow rained down onto him, each punch echoing out like the blast of a cannon and lifting him off the ground as he was forced backwards bit by bit.
After a few seconds, Belladonna’s fists began to glow with a pale light. However it wasn’t to heal her wounds.
The punch that crossed across the twisted deer’s face made it screech in agony as it was thrown backwards. It’s blackened skin sizzling and melting at the point of contact, as the Holy energy bestowed onto Belladonna’s fists ate away at its corrupted nature.
An axe, it’s wicked edge covered with the same divine blessing, cleaved through Rot-Horn’s back leg next as the emaciated limb snapped as easily as the twig it resembled.
Lilith and Belladonna weaved around the wretched beast, keeping its attention and forcing it away from their Blessed companion through the truest solution to many problems. Incredible violence.
Punches, Kicks, Knife stabs, Axe chops and tiny metal bullets. All of these pelted into the twisted abomination, slicing off its limbs or snapping them in multiple places as they butchered the beast while it was still alive.
Rot-horn did not take it lying down. Not even when he had all of his legs chopped off and physically had to lie down.
Much like the Spider-Deer, Rot-Horn constantly mutated with every grievous wound that wasn’t fatal. What used to be the body of a beautiful creature was pulled apart by an unnatural force, twisted and snapped together until it barely resemebled what it was originally supposed to be.
By the end of it all, what they were fighting couldn’t even be considered resembling a deer anymore.
Its silver antlers had been turned into claws of silver, as new hands sprouted from its head once it lost the previous ones. When the skin melted from its head, the beast did not care. It persisted, with nothing more than a bare skull on display and a pair of malevolent green flames glowing in its empty eye sockets, while its broken jaw hung off by a few strands of rotten flesh giving it an expression of a perpetual scream.
When its legs were fully removed, it grew a new set. Half of its long lower body snapping and peeling itself in half to form two thick tree trunk legs.
When it started to run out of flesh of its own to twist and warp into new abominable attempts of form, it began to assimilate the rotten meat that was still to its antlers and that surrounded it.
But by that point, Belladonna had already finished her plan to finish this thing once and for all. If blades and fists would not kill it, then they would have to purge this infection with the only effective method. They had to kill it with fire.
Leaping backwards, leaving Lilith to hold the abomination at bay with her shield, Belladonna summoned her Grimoire with a click of her fingers. The book immediately manifested beside her, suspended in the air as its pages were already fluttering as if it knew exactly what she wanted to do.
With a nod to Saige, who quickly knelt and pressed his hands against a suspiciously burnt patch of grass, Belladonna tore a particular page from her Grimoire.
"LUMITIA KINDRA FOLAR! JA’AKS BEGRU!"
The scroll in her grasp disintegrated at the utterance of the final word. The scroll dust swirled together, dancing across her outstretched fingers as sparks quickly arced between them, rapidly building up power before releasing it in a blinding flash. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢
A bolt of lightning streaked across the clearing with a thunderous roar, striking the twisted remains of Rot-horn and causing the creature to let out a screech of pain.
Its twisted mess of a nervous system lit up like Christmas as its body spasmed and twisted, fighting against itself as the unnatural was forced to obey a law of nature.
Saige took the lightning bolt as the signal, immediately pouring all of his mana into the ground, which had been burned and dug out in a particular pattern. During the entire battle, as she had been dancing around Rot-horn, Belladonna had been blasting her rune into the ground, searing the dirt into one giant glyph.
The same glyph that was responsible for this ones creation, and which was carved into the sole of her feet.
The giant fire glyph glowed with a crimson light before a colossal column of flames erupted from the earth and shot towards the heavens, engulfing Rot-horns horrific body in its entirety.
The roar of flames and the agonised screeches mixed, making a strange symphony in the air as the flesh was rapidly stripped from its bones.
Beads of sweat poured down Saige’s forehead as he struggled to channel enough to fill the run. It was imperfect in its creation, a rush job with improper materials made by an amateur. Functional, yes, but it required much more energy than it would if it met those conditions properly.
However, just as he was reaching the limits of his rapidly dwindling mana supply, a small bird fluttered down from the trees and landed on his shoulder. It tweeted happily, and with its simple song, came an overwhelming rush of power.
Saige’s hands glowed pure white, as did his eyes, as he threw his head back. A power purer than anything he had felt before flowed from the bird, passing through his body as it used him like a mere vessel, and flooded the Glyph he was supplying.
The slowly dying flame roared to life, the column climbing higher and spreading wider. The flames shifting colour from a deep orange to an awe inspiring azure as the overwhelming heat blasted them in the face.
Rot-horns screeches grew even louder, as the new holy flames brought with them even more horrifying pain, but they didn’t last long as Saige quickly collapsed to the ground. The flames rapidly died down, but they didn’t need to worry about Rot-horn, as not even his ashes remained.
Everything that had been above the Glyph had been completely purged from the world, leaving a patch of earth that had been crystallised into a twinkling, azure gem.
