Social interaction was something that Evetta missed dearly. Sure, the Little Ones were wonderful company, and she would hold them close to her with all her heart. But they lack the ability to speak, to properly communicate. Sure, they listened. Oh they were fantastic listeners, but they could never speak back. They could never voice their opinions, ask her questions, or even just tell her that they loved her.
It's been decades since she has seen her family. Decades since she was able to feel anything other than cold. The warm summer air has long since become a faded memory, lost to the annals of time. The sounds of running water, of the many animals that would inhabit the forests of her home, lost to the sands of forgetfulness. Her memory was broken, an unending fog that covered all that she had once been.
Oh, how it had taken her years to remember what she did now. She had been strong in life, both in power and in will. And yet, she had barely been able to remember her own name when she had first awoken within this dark place. Perhaps it was the nature of her damnation? The guilt that had dragged her down so deep into this nightmare. The cries, the wretched sobs, the death. All needless, all uncalled for.
The fate of that poor hamlet was a secret she had taken to her grave, and far beyond.
Then again, perhaps Lotharia has admitted it's sins? The thought made her laugh slightly. The Lotharians were far too prideful to ever admit something like that, especially when it was done at the behest of the Church. To think, she had called such a place home, and such a people her comrades. She could only hope her little Maria was doing better within the plains.
Eventually, her eyes landed on her current companion. Darius was a strange man, even for a place such as this one. At a first glance, he seemed like such a gentle soul. He was careful when around the Little Ones, and helped renovate her home despite her insistence that he didn't. He came down here, a place where pain and suffering were the national language, because his fiancé was sick. Such a noble cause, and one not befitting the aura that surrounded him.
Evetta has seen her fair share of auras, especially after she had grown used to wielding the natural mana of this place. During her life, her ability to see auras was exceptionally rare, and even then it wasn't all that strong. At best, she could read whether or not someone had malintent or not. Within this place however, she could see so much more. It usually would devolve to sin tainting the auras of everyone she saw. Either that or guilt. Though there were also the natural affinities of the soul, which would shine brightly through the taint.
But Darius… she had no idea what to think of his. It contrasted his actions and demeanor sharply. The way he acted was calm, almost entirely in control of himself with only a few minor slip ups. And yet, his aura was wild and destructive. Like it was only just barely being restrained, and desperately wished to be freed. Something within him was… trapped? Dormant? Whatever it was, it was begging to be released.
Not that it mattered. He seemed honest enough, and it wasn't like she had anything better to do. Besides, if he was who she thought he was, then perhaps she will finally be able to grant her friend some much needed peace.
They finally stopped, right at the edge of this part of the warped forest. In front of them stood a decently large home, a large forge near the outside of it. The house was far better than her old shack, as it looked as if it was actually made by a professional. Just beyond the house were a mile or so of forest before it eventually gave way to the Nether Wastes. "We are here. Please, wait for a moment while I go inside."
"Er, alright then. Just don't take too long."
He was confused, and more than a little on guard. He did not trust her, not fully anyway. A smart move, but an unnecessary one at the end of the day. She didn't have much to gain from leaving this place, and she could do far more good here than anywhere else.
Evetta walked up the steps to the house, slowly putting one step in front of the other as she began to hum a lullaby. It was an old lullaby, from when she was just a little girl. Her father used to sing it to her when she was young, as a way to make her feel less scared. Nowadays, it served as a sign. To let her dear Ashy know that she was coming.
She smiled to herself. He would hate it if he knew that she was still calling him that. Perhaps she should remind him of its existence? It was a splendid name after all.
Her hand grasped the door handle, gently opening it as she continued to hum. Ah, there he was. Ashy stood in the center of the room, his armor fully equipped. He barely turned his head, grunting softly as he registered her appearance. "Evetta. I got your message earlier. Is it true? Do you really believe this man to be him?"
Ah, good. The Little Ones did their job properly. She should give them a reward of some kind. "Of course. I would never lie to you Ashy. Especially not about this."
"Don't call me that."
Dear oh dear, he can be so gruff sometimes. Not that it bothered her, as she just tilted her head and smiled once again. "Oh? Why would I not call the Ashen Rider by his more affectionate monicker? It would be fitting, no?"
He grumbled, crossing his arms and turning his head to face her fully. His helmeted face did a wonderful job at conveying his annoyance as he spoke. "You know that I do not care for such a title. Especially not the bastardization of it that you created. Now, back onto the topic at hand."
A pause, and he stared at her expectantly. Ah, this man. He couldn't always expect her to understand what he meant. Regardless of the fact that she knew exactly what he was talking about now. "Well, he has the same snark about him as you described. His eyes were a bit different, but they seemed a bit… unnatural to begin with. Eyes do not come in that shade of blue. His name is also the same, though he had a noble as well. Truthfully, you will have to test him yourself. But I'm sure you will not be disappointed."
She took a step forward, silently moving towards him. He made no move to stop her, instead letting Evetta reach him. Her hands stretched out, touching the armor he wore. The metal was warm, oh so warm. Warmth was such a novel experience these days. The cold was all she ever felt. So to feel such a new sensation, to feel such comfort? She relished in it greatly.
He took a step back, tearing away from her despite her pleas for him not to. Steam left her hands, and she winced as she felt the skin and meat burn.
"You should know better than to touch me. You are not tolerant to the heat, and I am not fond of the cold."
She sighed, clenching her hands together as the burns healed rapidly. Just as she was weak to the heat, he had a similar discomfort to the cold. It was why they would meet all the way out here. It was just warm enough for him to tolerate, while just cold enough so that she wouldn't begin to steam and burn.
And yet despite her intolerance to the heat, she wanted more. It was agony, being unable to feel warm. It was just cold, all the time. So to be denied that warmth, time and time again, it always hurt. But in spite of this, she simply nodded. "I know. I simply wished to… feel warm again. I hope I did not worry you."
He sighed, relaxing his posture ever so slightly. "Evetta, you are one of the last people I will ever need to worry about."
How flattering of him, though she was long past her prime. Why, she hadn't touched a blade since she was still alive, after the sins of the hamlet came to pass. Rusty would not even begin to describe her. "You overestimate my skill. It's been far too long since I've been in a proper fight. Besides, you are not exactly weak in the slightest. Indeed, you have had what might be the fastest growth rate for any Damned soul within the past century."
Another grunt. He truly was a man of few words this one. Turning around, he began to make his way out through the back door of the house. "Where are you going? You need to test Darius, do you not?"
He opened the back door, stopping as he stopped to respond to her question. "I can not test him if he knows I am coming. I must attack first, and with the element of surprise. Anything less would be doing the boy a disservice."
And just like that, he was gone. The room felt colder without him, his natural warmth vanishing along with him. A tired sigh escaped her lips, and Evetta quietly made her way over to one of the wooden seats by a table. Taking a seat, she allowed herself to rest. Knowing him, he will take his time testing Darius. A stubborn man that one is, among many other things.
But if there was one thing Mason was, it was strong.
…
Now, I don't want to sound like an asshole, too much, but I'm starting to think Evetta wasn't being entirely honest with me earlier. Something was definitely up, though what it actually was I couldn't tell. Whatever it ended up being, I needed to be on guard. You could never know what might happen.
I stifled a yawn, the minor exhaustion that came from what felt like days of uninterrupted conflict and travelling, only broken up by the occasional bit of respite. How long has it been? Two days? Two and a half? Three even? Whatever. I blinked away my slight drowsiness and instead chose to admire the scenery.
Lumenflower
Uncommon
A strange flower that grows within the warped forest. Blooming in the cold, this flower is a direct counterpart to the Wither Rose. Those who are near this flower will feel a sense of calmness and serenity, allowing one to relax in an otherwise uncomfortable environment. When used as a medicine, it can cure the wither effect from living creatures and acts as a poison to those who use necromantic powers.
Considering the fact that I was most likely going to have to fight more than my fair share of undead and other similar creatures, this was going to be incredibly useful. Plus, I might be able to actually grow these back home and use them for their calming effects. Maybe create some type of calming drought?
Warped Fungus
Uncommon
A strange fungus that grows within the warped forest. This fungus thrives within warm environments, and will transform any environment into a warped forest given enough time. It is a direct counterpart to Crimson Fungus. This fungus can be used to create cold resistance potions, and can be used to absorb heat. Can be used to tame wild Messengers.
The uses for this one was a bit more nebulous. Sure, taming messengers would be useful, but there was an inherent danger in using them. If I accidentally spread this fungus to a normal area, then it might fuck up the entire place. So, I'd best be sure to only cultivate this sort of thing in a controlled environment.
Warped Nylium
Uncommon
A grass-like substance, this Nylium will spread and grow warped vegetation.
A very simple description, and it was definitely appreciated. Trying to decide the best ways to use a substance without having done any proper tests is a bit of a tedious task. Especially when you're still focusing on your surroundings just in case of an-
Attack!
I leapt back quickly, narrowly avoiding the large mass that slammed into the ground where I just was. Master and Pupil appeared in my hands immediately, and I Reinforced myself as my body tensed and the dust began to clear. From the dust, stepped out a large, armored figure. The dark color of the netherite combined with the jagged appearance of the armor cut an imposing figure, and the glowing fiery red eyes that glowed from within the shadows of the helmet were intense. In his right hand was a large circular shield, and in his left was a large netherite axe. The body of the axe was fairly crude, and the axe head itself looked almost stone-like. The edges of the axe seemed to glow, almost as if there were embers flaking off of it.
Despite all of that weight, the armored figure moved as if he was wearing nothing at all. His left hand gripped the axe tightly, and yet he looked as if he was holding Styrofoam for all the weight affected him. We were at a standstill, neither one of us wanting to make the next move. Going based off this guy's equipment, he's definitely fucking strong as all hell. Attacking first, while giving me the first move, also could put me in a lot of danger. If my blades aren't sharp enough to pierce his armor, then I might be left wide open to attack. It was a standoff, like those old western movies where-
The armored stranger rushed forward, his axe lifted high ready to strike me down. Blocking was a no go. The momentum he carried behind his attack would knock me off balance. Letting out a breath, I met his attack with my right blade, Pupil deflecting the attack to my right. Following through, I slashed at his midsection with Master. The blade connected with his armor, and steam hissed as it bounced off him.
Having already figured that would happen, I rolled to the side and stood low to the ground. Sprinting forward, I thrust my left sword into the man's armpit, hoping to get a good hit in before he was able to readjust himself. Master slid between his chest and arm, ready to pierce his armpit. However, he moved to the side slightly and caught the blade between his arm and body.
I abandoned the sword, jumping back as he went to bash my head in with his shield. He continued forward with his momentum, dropping my sword and slamming his oversized axe into the ground in front of me.
As soon as the axe hit the ground, fire exploded outward. The knockback from the explosion sent me flying back, slamming into a tree. Groaning, I got up to my knees just in time to see him running forward, axe ready to cut me in half.
My hand twitched.
Master came spinning in, slamming into the armored stranger and exploding in an icy blast. He stumbled forward, momentum lost and body exposed. Tensing my legs, I pushed off the ground and summoned my kinetic hammer. Electricity arced around the hammer, and I reared my arms back as I took another step forward. I began to swing the hammer, throwing my entire body behind the attack. The head of the hammer met his helmet, and a shockwave exploded outward from the direct impact.
I stuck my boots into the ground, keeping myself upright as the pressure from the threatened to push me back. The nylium beneath us was ripped from the ground, and the fungus trees blew back wildly. Stray bolts of electricity scorched the netherrack beneath us, burning the frozen ground.
And the stranger bent his head back slightly from the head on collision.
My hammer shattered, unable to handle the pressure from the blowback. The only thing I was left holding was the hammer's body, sparking with broken electrical components. Oh shit.
The stranger growled, a sound that would have set off some alarm bells in my head had he not abandoned his axe and gripped the front of my helmet with his hand. He pulled upwards, lifting me off the ground with ease. I struggled uselessly against his grip, attempting to reach towards my super shotgun in the vain hope that it would help me.
"No."
He reared his arm back, slamming me once more into the tree. The wood creaked, before shattering altogether as my heavy armor was pushed though it. His grip on my helmet was let go, and I barely had a moment to get my bearings together before he gripped my leg.
Oh fuck me sideways.
He pulled, ripping me from the wooden remains of the tree and tossing me back. I flew through the air, unable to focus as I slammed through several trees and dug a large groove within the ground.
-10 Health
Health: 35/50
Yeah, that sounds about right.
The ground beneath me shook slightly, the pounding of the armored stranger's feet against the ground traveling through the netherrack to me. My eyes sharpened, and I quickly got a read on my surroundings. Fallen trees laid all around me, close enough to grab even. Solid enough I suppose.
Pulling myself up from the ground, my clawed gauntlet dug itself into a nearby tree. He was only a few dozen feet away, and rapidly closing that distance. I grunted, pushing myself forward and swinging the tree around to meet him mid stride. His balance off, I was able to send him crashing through to the left through a few trees.
Right… that should buy me a few seconds of time.
What was the plan then? Well, I was still working on that. This armored tank on crack was fucking durable, more so than even my armor. He managed to tank my strongest melee weapon point blank, and barely flinched. The only reason I was able to knock him to the side just now, was because I caught him while he was running.
He was fast too, able to cover over several dozen feet in under a second. And I doubt that was his fastest. So, it would be safe to assume his speed was comparable to my own, if not faster. The same could be said about his reaction time, which was good enough to catch my blade between his body and arm despite not even facing me.
Strength was another point. He could lift me and my armor with a single hand, almost effortlessly. That wasn't anything to scoff at either. This suit my mine was deceptively heavy, and it took all of its internal components and infrastructure in order for me to use it effectively. And even then, I was partially limited due to its weight. So, to lift me as easily as he did? Yeah, he was way stronger than me. By a fucking landslide.
And wasn't that becoming a pattern? Unlike Juliet or Posh Spice, I didn't have an advantage against this guy. I was either as fast as him, or slower. Weaker than him, less durable, and probably had a similar reaction speed. My greatest strength. Overall? I was completely out of my league.
Right, what could I not use against him? Fire weapons. Considering how the ice steamed when touching him, and his fire great axe, he was probably immune to the stuff. That meant my laser gauntlets were useless, since they were a heat based weapon. Pupil would also be borderline useless, since it was a flame based sword. Upsetting, since my repertoire of flame based weapons greatly outnumbered any other elemental type I had. Electricity was also probably not as effective, since it generated a lot of heat as well, which could lead to fire. Plus, the Damned didn't really function with normal biology, so any sort of electrical attack wouldn't be as effective anyway. A bit of a theory rather than fact, but I wasn't taking chances.
This left me with ice and normal type attacks. Ice was bar far the most useful, and the one element I didn't have a lot of weapons for. Electricity and fire were easy, since they could be generated easily enough. But ice? That was quite a bit harder. Magic ice was the only way I could go about it, and even then it wasn't too accurate or strong. Normal type attacks would be my best bet. They were easy use, and I had a shit load of them. A very basic choice, but it was basic for a reason. It was versatile, and that was worth its weight in gold.
The rumbling of the earth beneath me signaled that my few seconds of think time was up. I reached toward my back, pulling my absorption blade out and holding it in my hands. I needed a proper name for this thing, but that wasn't a major concern. What was a concern was the giant armored madman running towards me at breakneck speeds with a giant fuck off flame axe in hand.
Tightening my grip on the sword, I rushed forward and met him head on. My sword clashed with his axe, both of us pulling away only to meet in another clash. Not to imply that I was going a good job at keeping up, because I was still very much on the back foot in this engagement. Every time our weapons collided, the window between that and the next attack grew slightly shorter. Despite the clunkiness that one would naturally assume to be a part wielding such a large weapon, this guy managed to use it more effectively than it should ever be possible.
We continued to dance around each other, coming close to hitting one another but not quite getting that hit to connect properly. However, an opportunity revealed itself after I managed to dodge one of his attacks. His body was still outstretched, and I had a good angle of attack to his chest. My sword should be strong enough to pierce the armor, especially if I Reinforce it.
Fuck it, time to shoot my shot.
My hold on the sword strengthened, and I widened my stance as I prepared to thrust forward. I could see the stranger realizing that he was wide open, and already beginning to compensate for it. But it was too late. I thrust forward with all my might, Reinforcing my sword to the max and watching as it pierced his chest. Right, that should serve as a good distraction while I-
His hand gripped the hilt of my blade, preventing me from pulling it out. He didn't even look phased, just looking down at me and tilting his head. This motherfucker.
A fist slammed into the side of my helmet, knocking me down to the ground. I tried to get up quickly, but a hard kick to the muse room stopped that from happening. Fucking hell, how hard does he have to kick for me to feel it though here?!
Clenching my fists, I threw myself upward and bashed my fist into his head, punching the ever loving shit out of him. His head tilted back slightly, before his hand wrapped around my arm. My eyes widened as he began to bend it, forcing the armor and limb to move in an unnatural direction. I clenched my teeth, holding back my reaction as he twisted my arm. The armor began to groan, as the alloy was forced to bend in a direction opposite to what it should.
Not that I was idle, of course. My free hand immediately went to my waist, reaching for my super shotgun. Getting a hold on the handle, I yanked it out and aimed it at the man's head. Pulling the trigger, I watch with no small amount of satisfaction as his head snapped back, and his grip on my arm loosened.
Yanking my arm away, I rolled my wrist around as I tried to get the feeling in my arm back. The armored stranger grasped his face, taking a step back as he did so. The absorption blade still lodged in his chest.
Making an impromptu decision, I holstered my gun and activated my gauntlet grapples. I through them forward, grappling onto two trees and pulling myself forward. This pseudo slingshot maneuver launched me forward feet first, and I slammed into the stranger. He grunted as I made contact with the sword in his chest, before being dragged back as my grapples pulled us along. The trees managed to keep the grapples in place, despite my armor's weight, and it wasn't long before we crashed into another tree.
Freeing the grapples from the trees, I leapt off the sword and landed a few feet away from him. The armored stranger was pinned to the tree, my sword keeping him there as it stuck through both him and the tree. I let my hands stretch out to my sides, and summoned one of the weapons I didn't think I'd have much use for. My buster over-gauntlets were basically just bigger gauntlets over my normal ones. Only these were hand crafted to make my punches hit way harder than they normally would through a mixture of enchantments and kinetic energy boosters. Sadly enough, I never made greaves. I just assumed I wouldn't need them.
But these will do just fine.
Clenching my fists, I slammed my fist into the man. One after the other, pummeling into him as I poured my all into every attack. I wasn't going to be able to kill him like this, but it should disorient him long enough for me to rip into his core and tear it from his chest. Raising my fist one more time, I slammed it downwards-
Into his waiting hand.
My arm struggled against his grip, and we were at a standstill for a moment. Until he stopped struggling, and used my momentum to pull me in and slam his head into my helmet. The glass cracked slightly, and my concentration wavered as my focus split between the suit's damage and him.
He slammed another fist into my helmet, this time only sending me stumbling back slightly. It was enough for him though, as he ripped himself free from the tree and tore the sword out of his chest. Damn it! Right, when in doubt, use Observe to get some clues. Probably should've done it earlier. "Obser- "
The armored stranger rocketed forward, slamming a fist into my stomach and interrupting me. His fists seemed to catch on fire as he began to attack, sending me flying into a tree. Not that he stopped there, and he began to pummel me through said tree. Each hit reverberated throughout my armor, and cracked the tree a little bit more each time. My brain felt jumbled, the repeated impacts against my helmet and body disrupting any concentration I could build up.
Another hit, this one finally shattering the tree I was in and sending me flying back. Ah, fucking hell. I needed to plan. To figure out how in the blood soaked Protestant hell I was going to beat this god damn asshat of a-
Another fist met my head, the kickback forcing my skull to bash against the side of my helmet. I feel back to my knees, unable to stay on my feet as my ears began to ring. A knee collided with my stomach, sending me up just in time for a punch to push me back into another tree. I couldn't react in time to do anything, the ringing in my ears and throbbing in my head fucking up any focus I could muster.
He began to flurry, sending punches into my chest and sending me through several trees. Fire licked at my armor, not able to melt it but enough to light the surrounding area slight. The smell of charcoal was prominent through my helmet, and a bit of copper too. Ohs waits. That's blood. Oh no. That's a bad thing.
The strange man stopped hitting me, taking a step back and crossing his arms. Idly, I looked at my health.
Health: 12/50
Oh… that's not good. The suit should have given me the golden healing juice by now. The wonderful golden healing juice. I think I have a concussion.
Suit Auto-Heal Active
+20 Health
Health: 32/50
My senses kicked into overdrive, and my head began to clear up. I wasted no time, activating my jetpack and rocketing into him. We took to the air, the stranger stunned long enough to let me get a good hundred feet into the air. By the time he began to fight back, it was already too late. Cutting the power to my jetpack, I used my momentum to swing him around, occasionally activating my jetpack for a bit of a boost. The force become too much for him to fight against, and just as he was about to put his all into one more attack, I let go.
He flew into the ground, leaving a decently sized crater where he landed. My adrenaline rush was only going to last so long, so I had to make this quick. Just as I began to descend, I summoned Finis Atrium, holding the scabbard in one hand and gripping the handle of the katana in the other. I began to pick up speed, falling rapidly towards the forest floor. Faintly, I could see the stranger squaring up and preparing to attack.
Just as I was about to hit the tree line, I sent forth two spectral blades. To his credit, the stranger dodged them, but I wasn't planning on actually hitting him. The blades only lasted a few seconds after they landed, so I had to time this just right.
Just as I was a dozen feet from landing, I unsheathed the katana and teleported to the spectral blade closest to him. My momentum carrying over, I used my speed to slash at his exposed back, cutting though a part of his body. Sending another spectral blade out, I teleported to a nearby tree before her could retaliate.
Already, I could feel the burn of the soul fire spreading throughout my body. But that was a minor complaint. I could deal with the pain for now, so long as I ended this quickly.
Holding his arm out, I frowned as his axe flew to hand. Great, so that's a thing apparently. Regardless, I leapt out of my tree and slashed downwards, meeting the axe in a fiery clash.
Taking a deep breath in, I used the rule of cool and bullshit physics to push off our clash and land behind him. Pivoting on my heel, I slashed once again, only this time pumping more magic into my sword and properly utilizing my momentum. My blade met with his axe, only this tiny my sword prevailed. Finis Atrium cut through the axe, cutting it into two.
Yes! This was the push I was waiting for! Stepping forward, I angled my blade upward and aimed for his chest-
Only for him to grab my wrists and stop me from following though. He reached behind his waist, and pulled out a netherite falchion. My blood ran cold. This whole time we were fighting, and I had completely neglected to check him for any other weapons. It just hasn't seemed necessary at the time. But now, I was caught completely off guard.
I tried to struggle against his grip, attempting to free myself. But he held on tight, righting his grip on his falchion and shoving it into my upper chest area. It managed to pierce my armor somehow, lodging itself within my chest. Thankfully, he missed any major internal organs, but he might've gotten a few arteries.
My grip on Finis Atrium weakened, and I stumbled back as my adrenaline rush finally left me. The stranger kicked me to the ground, taking advantage of my weakened state. I tried to get up, but his foot landed right on his falchion, pushing it deeper into my chest. I couldn't do anything about it, the exhaustion from spending a little over two days straight with no sleep planning and fighting finally getting to me. My body felt like lead, and my armor sparked slightly as some of the internal components attempted to fix itself.
The stranger grunted to himself, crossing his arms and staring down at me. His boot slammed one more time into my chest, keeping me down on the ground.
"You weren't ready."
That voice… I heard it earlier, but I had been a bit too preoccupied to actually put a face to it. But now that I was on edges of consciousness, I was finally able to piece together who the man above me really was. "M-Mason…?"
And then I passed out.
…
You know things are getting crazy the moment you start casually throwing around trees as a distraction. This was both a really fun scene to work on, and a really annoying one. I try to do my best to make the action feel unique every time, and I don't always succeed. Especially with a scene as long as this one. Still, I think I did a good job at using the environment within the fight and keeping things a bit more varied. Truthfully, I had a few other phases I was thinking of using, but they were cut since I didn't want the fight to be too long.
Also, Mason is back! Yeah, I figured it would be a cool thing to do, plus it would reintroduce a character and dynamic that I feel I severely underutilized back then. Mason was a badass, and a character that was never really seen fighting other than when he died, which isn't the best way to show how strong someone is. Still, combine that strength with the OPness that is being Damned within the Nether, and you get someone who could kick ass so hard he shatters… mountains? Not too sure on that to be honest. Either way, hope y'all like it. Even you, random guy on QQ who figured it out on basically day fucking one. Good on you.
Now onto the segment where I get to ramble on about things that either can be found in story, or are kind of off topic for the story, Review of The Chapter!:
"Seeing as there is an Aspect of Destruction whose influence is Monstrosities, could there be an Aspect of Creation whose influence is Angelic Beings/Constructs?"
The short answer is yes. The long answer, is yeeeeessss…? At the moment, there seems to have been a full stop of Aspect creation in the realm ACH takes place in. The only exceptions being the Aspects of Destruction, and the sole Aspect of Death Ainzool. Yes, I did word that really weirdly, thanks for noticing.
This has been A Decent Hoonter, and most of my jokes have not aged well.