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-Chapter 76-
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—Jaina PoV—
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My elementals and I kept assisting the elves in repelling the demonic forces running up the mountain like a kobold finding a wax candle-lit flame.
The elves now started to tire, and casualties started to occur as their focus waned and their mana went dry.
Honestly, so far, they did not impress as formations fell and deaths started to occur more frequently; for such a long-lived race, they seem to only have a little experience when compared to other races, considering their age, that is.
But there was one exception as I switched my gaze toward the frontlines on the side, where the druids' formation and the sentinels acted as support.
However, it is to be expected when farmers and crafters have to raise their weapons toward a foe that has no regard for their own lives.
I couldn't help but sigh as I conjured a wall between dozens of elves that had been unfortunate enough to encounter a small horde of imps that just finished casting their little spells while lurking behind the corpse of a larger demon.
As the imp's firebolts struck the wall, I waved my hand. The wall tilted forward and crushed the imps into a puddle of blood which mixed with the wall, rapidly melting and continuing down the mountain like a small tidal wave that promptly froze once more, trapping dozens of felguards fighting feline cat and bear druids.
Suddenly, a large projectile rapidly buzzed through the air, where I stood on a conjured platform of ice that had replaced my previous magical carpet; unlike the latter, I had to use a small portion of my mana whenever I had to move or maneuver around the battlefield.
*THUD* The projectile crashed into the extended arm of Rime, who stood by my side like a stalwart, unmoving guardian.
"Mistress, may I ask that you find a fitting position to fight from instead of exposing yourself openly to the enemy forces?" Rime questioned in a tone that implied slight sarcasm but absolute loyalty.
The irritation part was most likely because I was, in fact, exposing myself to attacks. As an elemental being linked to me, Rime knew I knew.
During these last minutes, he had shown more emotion since I summoned him and Tempra in my fight against Antonidas, the latter frozen solid inside the floating platform.
Tempra, however, was wreaking havoc under us with her scythe while screaming profanities at her foes.
Her fighting style was wild; her scythe cut through the demons like a hot knife vs butter, and she ignored practically all attacks coming her way.
However, why she felt the need to shout at the demons was beyond me.
The female water elemental sometimes had to change her fighting style when bombarded with intense attacks that dwarfed her entire watery body, which made her utilize her elemental form.
Soon, liquified ice swallowed the demons as they were turned into icicles and promptly crushed underneath the feet of their fellow demons as the female water elemental playfully baited them to do so, and, as a result, made the battlefield into a hellscape of ice against the demons.
It turns out Tempra's elemental core was spread thin all over her body and only required me to fuel her elemental body once in a while if she was nearly evaporated due to intense fire attacks, making her a living nightmare to fight if one were focused on brute force, which surprise, surprise, was the majority of the Burning Legion's forces.
All I could feel from our connection was joy, glee, and pure, unadulterated bloodthirst from the sentient water elemental.
It turned out that both Rime and Tempra were newborn elementals and seemingly took traits based on certain aspects of the summoner's personality; at least, that was the brief mental explanation I had received from Rime.
Which may or may not have made me blush when I saw how Tempra acted and how her shouts, moans, and giggles resounded through the mountain, sometimes even louder than the fight itself.
As I stared down the battlefield and the slaughter that seemed never to end, I saw Cenarius and a few sentinels attempting something to draw my attention. The Demi-god even waved and indicated that he needed to talk.
I sighed as I mentally commanded Tempra to keep her reserves balanced and to last without me supplying her until I returned.
Rime now took a more solid form as he stood on the frozen platform and makeshift tomb of my mentor, poised behind me in case of surprise attacks and the like.
As we made our way through the air toward Cenarius, I gazed into the distance where I felt Medan was fighting and saw the entire area lit up in bright white.
Then, a feral snarl made itself known throughout both battlefields. This made both enemies and allies alike pause when the mountain shook.
'So Medan is getting into it, huh...' I thought with a warm smile.
Then suddenly, through my link with Tempra, I could feel her excitement flare up as she wanted nothing else than to charge toward the source but was quickly shot down as both Rime and I denied her request vehemently at the same time, making the female elemental reply with a mental equivalent of a pout.
Cenarius gazed intently over where Medan fought and returned his gaze to me as we arrived beside him and a few other elves positioned around him.
"Lady Proudmoore, I thank you for your assistance, but I have got this side of the battlefield under control.
If it were possible to task you with making sure no enemies in the skies past us and further toward the tree, it would leave me with confidence if you would take this up this task." Cenarius explained as he waved his hand, and a root slammed into the enemy forces with a wet splat, leaving a bloody pool on the mountain as the roots left their crater.
Suddenly, further down the road-like path that the demons had paved, it shot up into the air, almost like the earth itself came to life.
Hundreds of spider-like creatures screeched as they tore at the night elves from within the holes in the ground.
Some even managed to grasp a cat druid's leg. As a result, the druid was violently dragged toward the recently dug tunnels while screaming in pain as several legs tore into him and practically tore him apart before he disappeared, never to be seen again.
"Huh, well, that isn't good..." I said, being caught entirely by surprise.
Cenarius ignored me as his demeanor changed from prepared and ready into rage and fury as he watched the spider's tunnels swallow up his forces.
"Lady Proudmoore, ignore my previous words. Assist me here, and I will owe you and Lord Magna even more than I already do once this war ends." Cenarius calmly said as his hand slowly ascended and roots shot up from the ground as the dirt and earth were shoved aside, revealing thousands upon thousands of small arachnid creatures of varying sizes.
With a roar, Cenarius trampled his front legs into the ground, and thorns wrapped themselves around the night elves harmlessly. At the same Time, the previously rising roots turned into small tree-like creatures whose eyes glowed with intense blue light.
The tree-like creatures slowly sauntered toward the spiders.
They wrapped their limbs and bodies around them, with audible screeches and sounds of hardened carapaces being crushed, drowning out the conflict with the demons that were becoming less intense with each moment that passed.
Even if the demons that crawled up the mountainside lessened, it did not matter as their reinforcements's new numbers were clearly no joke.
"If you need me, send a mounted sentinel over there," I told Cenarius, who gazed toward where I pointed and gave me a slight nod in reply as he kept casting.
Tempra, however, was ecstatic at the situation. This Time, I allowed her to go all out.
At the same time, both Rime and I made our way back into the battlefield as Cenarius kept casting spells that drained so much mana it was visible to the ones who barely had magic in their bodies.
"Mistress, something is happening," Rime said in a slightly worried tone as his long arm made of ice pointed toward the direction Medan sped off to earlier.
I understood the worry once the feeling of magic coming from said direction slammed into us and made the frozen disc shake.
And my eyes widened as I saw the tremendous amount of horrific mana start to spread in that area, "What the-!" I mumbled while my eyes widened as a figure came into view." 'By the light... what is that!?'
The figure kept growing; within mere moments, it was well above the height of the tallest building I have ever seen.
For a moment, all I wanted to do was rush over there and assist Medan, but I was reminded that we were still not done here when a spear of bone raced my way and crashed into Rime's solid arm.
Suddenly, something in the mountain changed, as screams of demons could be heard from further down the mountainside.
The demons thinned out drastically as their souls filled the sky and their bodies turned to dust. All that remained were the undead and the spiders.
'This keeps getting weirder...' I thought to myself as I was puzzled for a moment before I noticed the magic in the air increase. 'Why would someone get rid of their own forces...'
'Oh shit...' With these thoughts, I froze when I could visibly see the magic over where Medan was fighting turn into a whirlpool of epic proportions.
Dark clouds took shape, and suddenly, the sky flashed white before thousands of lightning strikes crashed down simultaneously, making me stumble for a moment due to the impact reaching me in a near instant.
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—Medan PoV—
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I reached out toward the sky with one arm. At the same time, I clenched my other hand in the direction of Archimonde, who forced himself forward as I limited his movement with ice that seemed to have come to life.
The area around Archimonde suddenly darkened as the ice disappeared, while a blackened and ominous pillar rose from the dirt behind him.
Black smoke intermixed with green fel color spewed from the object that had appeared; reality itself seemed to crack as, even further behind the Eredar Overlord, hundreds of black portals had come into being.
What came through said portals differed from what I had in mind; I believed he opened up smaller gateways to get demons through, but I was mistaken.
Inhuman screams now radiated through the assaulted mountain of Mount Hyjal as chained beings, no, souls of different creatures, wailed in agony while Archimonde himself further drained their essence.
The souls quickly turned from pure white into sickly green and black before they morphed together into the shape of a black blob, then with a howl, something I once recalled as a Balrog, stepped forth. {Yes, warcraft has those, although under a different name... which is Felborne Overfiend}
Wet thuds struck the constantly changing landscape as the beings of agony roared.
As Archimonde kept conjuring said demons by corrupting the souls, or so I believed, I did not stand idle.
The skies above darkened as thousands of lightning bolts shot into the battlefield simultaneously, striking the barrier Archimonde had put up around him with the pillar still spewing black mist.
*CRACK* The first signs of the barrier finally showed itself as Archimonde winced after an especially powerful beam of lightning mixed with several elements slammed into it.
Archimonde's enraged green glowing eyes glared at me while a trickle of blood escaped his mouth.
The creatures made of souls but now twisted into another shape flew into the air and mixed with green balls of fire that were slowly taking shape around Archimonde and seemed to grow as several seconds passed.
The landscape around us was being torn apart by our magic alone, even if we were not directing it into the surroundings.
This fact made me realize that unless I wanted to utterly destroy what I promised Elune I would protect, I needed to find a way to relocate our fight.
If only it were that easy, considering that Archimonde was dead set on the exact direction of the heart of the world tree.
As we stood several hundred meters apart and were testing the waters, Archimonde towered above me with a condescending glare. At the same Time, the green orbs of fel intensified as the air around them turned into something akin to a mirage due to the heat.
'I guessed it would turn out like this...' I thought and sighed as I briefly looked around the utterly destroyed mountain path of Mt Hyjal.
Corpses of all kinds of demons and undead littered the mountain; the previous green and lush landscape had turned into a battlefield of death and decay.
I let the previously strong elemental armor that had layered itself around me go before taking control of it once more. But now, it simply did not envelop my body as before; it was placed directly above my head as a sphere-like object mixed with all my attunements.
An eery silence went through the previous chaotic churning of Archimonde's spell.
Suddenly, the dark skies sent thousands of bolts of lightning directly on top of me, and this kept on for several seconds and blinded Archimonde, who now paused in surprise due to the fact that the enemy before him seemingly attacked himself.
As the lightning strikes finally calmed down, I felt something within me crack as my elements again enveloped me.
Everything went dark for a fraction of a second as I felt my entire being fill up with an unsurmountable amount of magic, yet what I thought would happen once again did not.
I didn't increase in size compared to when I recently went all out to kill Onyxia; I was still approximately the same height as I usually am, albeit slightly taller. {2.78m compared to his usual 2.38m}
It was then I noticed the changes; my hair was no longer hair, but instead, it had turned into a fiery mist of dark purple, animately moving about on top of my scalp as if on fire; my skin had also turned into darker purple. I noticed as I studied my hand without a glove.
Electricity and air danced together in tandem between my fingers, giving off a slight feeling of joy and harmony.
I felt the chill within my body; the ice had joined with my blood and acted as an increased healing factor, as my previous injuries had healed instantly.
I felt the earth below cry out in joy when my magic sought it out, almost like a child meeting its parent; it celebrated as the earth shook.
The heat in the air enveloped me once more and formed an ultra-thin barrier made of white flames, chaotic and calm simultaneously; the fires themselves sought comfort with me.
And I willingly let it and then felt something akin to a warm embrace as it calmed around me.
And when I gazed down into a frozen-over puddle underneath me that was melting rapidly, I saw my eyes, an utterly black sclera, a purple iris with a weak yellow dot hovering inside, acting as a pupil.
They resembled my normal eyes and trembled with magic, and it would have been very off-putting to any observer.
My arm reflexively shot to the side and blocked a green ball made of pure fel magic and empowered by souls with the palm of my hand.
Then I saw Archimonde's incoming barrage of spells rain down toward me. And I felt unnaturally calm. Instead, I felt an increased sense of annoyance, disdain even.
I slowly waved my free hand lazily as the air around the Eredar Overlord came to life, intensifying the green fire around the Overlord.
Archimonde winced as the flames were wrestled out of his grasp for a brief moment before control returned.
As a result of that, dozens or so fireballs slowly made their way toward me in a last-ditch attempt at harming me.
I ignored them as they sizzled out of existence when I removed all the oxygen and froze them the very next second.
I then turned my gaze toward a familiar signature of magic approaching slowly, or at least slow in my point of view.
'Do you need help?' I felt Jaina convey without words; I smiled softly and replied, 'Don't worry, I'll be fine.'
This made Jaina's approaching figure stop in her tracks. Her eyes widened when they met mine.
She bit her lip before nodding weakly and instead turned around without waiting any longer.
As I turned back to Archimonde, I saw the Eredar Overlord slam his hands together inside the sphere of winds surrounding him.
*BOOOM* The impact broke the area of effect and tore nearby trees out of their roots with the pressure alone, while the previous cracks in space collapsed together and turned into something akin to a black hole.
I noticed cracks in space repair themselves as the black hole sucked in the environmental mana and air with increased intensity before finally collapsing in on themselves, blowing the remaining corpses that had yet to be swallowed whole by the black hole into all directions.
Something I had also confirmed was that time was not precisely sped up.
Instead, I felt the previous increase in [Haste] change due to the Warp's effectiveness in enhancing my abilities overall.
The results were that I could activate them quicker and much more efficiently, even with the lightning coursing through my body and the enemy in front of me not moving in slow motion, in all honesty... there was no need to anymore.
I took a deep breath and exhaled, 'I hope this works...' then pointed my hand toward Archimonde and whispered into the wind. "...Warp..."
The very next moment, Archimonde's eyes widened before we both appeared in the sky above a Maelstrom that resembled what the end of the world would look like if the oceans were swallowed into the earth.
[Picture of said Maelstrom in the comment]
Somehow, the Eredar Overlord seemed surprised and utterly furious because of the fact that I managed to pull him with me over to the maelstrom itself.
A being 25,000 years old and with experience to back all that up, had been transported by a young man all the way here without being able to do anything about it.
Suddenly, Archimonde's arm reaches for something at his side.
An ominous-looking mace appears in a bright flash of green, and the entire air around Archimonde changes as he starts laughing in a low, rumbling tone.
"I never expected a young upstart to manage this..." Archimonde said in an unexpected tone of grudging respect.
Then, when he finally stopped laughing, he looked me in the eye and continued, "Time for conversation is over."
As Archimonde floated in the air beside me, I felt something in his magic shift, and green flames came into being, surrounding both of us.
Flying demons of all kinds wrestled themselves through the flames, which seemed like a portal to Argus itself.
As the green flames intensified in the air around us as the demons screeched, Archimonde and I hovered calmly above the maelstrom below that churned with increased intensity, almost as if it somehow registered what was happening far above.
I took a deep breath and couldn't help but smile as all my elements coursed through my body in harmony; my heart raced in anticipation of the coming battle.
I knew that this was the moment I had been preparing for, the moment that would decide the future of Azeroth as I had come to know it.
I swiftly studied the flames and shot a massive amount of lightning in all directions that circularly arced its trajectory into the nearby demons and chained itself to several more targets upon impact, resulting in quite the body count in the growing amount of demonic creatures being spawned from all sides.
Suddenly, Archimonde's gigantic form appeared before me. The green mace of putrid magic came swinging down, and with massive pressure, it struck my palm, which churned with power; the elements roared as the waters below shot upwards, and several sharp pillars of earth attempted to impale themselves through Archimonde and hundreds of demons that were crawling out of the flames.
The mace itself visibly shook as magic flowed through it, and with brute force, the magic it contained tried to destroy me from within; I felt my eyes burn, and my body started to rot from the inside, but it passed as soon as it came when my healing fought against whatever the mace was doing.
It was then I realized what it was trying to do; it was trying to corrupt me with fel.
I couldn't help but chuckle out loud as I punched out toward the mace in Archimonde's hand.
*BOOOOOOOM*
Archimonde's arm recoiled upwards while still holding on to his weapon. I then warped before him, the scene resembling an ant trying to take on a full-grown human being.
My arms imbued with the elemental might of lightning, fire, and air, I punched outward, the air around me creating a series of *pop* noises before an absurd shockwave of pure force that followed the purple lightning, followed close behind by an accelerating wave of intense white flames.
With a resounding crack, I saw green blood fly everywhere as Archimonde's chest caved inwards.
Shock and surprise crossed the Eredar Overlord's face before an agonizing roar of pain followed.
Archimonde's skin was practically melting, his previously healed face now scarred with lightning that started from his chest and reached all the way to his forehead.
In retaliation, Archimonde raised his remaining arm to the skies and quickly shouted several words in an unknown language.
Then I suddenly felt an ominous feeling from within myself, and my world exploded into a pain-induced cacophony of screams that echoed through my ears; this effectively raptured my eardrums as I felt blood coming out of the two orifices.
As I grunted in pain, I clenched my hand as I held it in front of me, and with a bright flash of lightning from the skies above, I could see a lance of pure unbridled energy take form as my hand clenched around it, the lance of lightning grew rapidly in length as I grasped it with my arms and swung it from below and upwards.
It struck true as Archimonde roared in agony, and as I was quickly progressing toward his rib cage, the lance started to lose its effectiveness; Archimonde now held his mace toward the energy trying to cut him in half.
It did not come as a surprise that the Eredar Overlord absorbed the magic around the lightning and then wrestled himself free as the magical lightning started to run rampant all around the sky.
As the lightning faded out of existence, we gazed at each other with a glare promising pain.
What followed was a slugfest between the foulest of magic versus elemental magic plus arcane.
Occasionally, a swarm of bat-like demons the size of horses attempted to ram into me but was met by a mist that froze their wings, making them dive to their deaths toward the Maelstrom below with terrified screeches.
The demons that could not fly simply entered through the flame-like portals and fell to their demise below.
At that moment, I realized this was not an organized assault; every plan had been thrown out the window upon our arrival here.
Archimonde was getting desperate, and so was I, as I felt the time of my current power-ups running out.
Even with the power increases as of late, that timer was my clear sign that even with all this power... I was still at the mercy of circumstance.
After a particularly strong attack by Archimonde, which sent me reeling back when I felt the outer layer of skin around my now unarmored self fall off my body due to a nasty curse of some kind, I returned the gesture with an attack from when I killed Tichondrius, directly into his groin.
This made Archimonde wince as his next attack paused, and before he could do anything else, I warped behind his head and punched down with all my reinforced might.
Unfortunately, My attack was stopped halfway, as his upper teeth shattered when meeting his lower jaw; at that moment, the Eredar Overlord puked blood before a dark barrier encased him once more.
Effectively blasting me backward several hundred meters into the sky.
Thoroughly pissed off, Archimonde pointed his one functioning arm upward as his other held the mace limply.
Suddenly, several hundred green fireballs now shot toward me from all sides.
Then, out of nowhere, a large red draenei tore the space within the green flames apart. Without waiting, I dashed toward the increasingly stronger presence after avoiding Archimonde's assault while warping around in the sky.
As the Eredar pulled out a staff of flame, he started saying in an overbearing yell, "YOU FACE JARAXXUS, EREDAR LORD OF THE BURNING L-"
That was all he managed to shout before I tore the obnoxious Eredar's head directly off his shoulders.
Its eyes widened in horror as I grasped both and warped myself closer toward the green flames, burning them with my own within seconds, the ashes remaining disappearing into the violent torrent of winds which led to the other side of the green flames.
'Always hated that fucker...' I thought. The Eredar reminded me of something foul in the distant past. Was this an overreaction? Sure, would that change the fact that he would die regardless? No.
I changed my gaze toward where I could barely glimpse two female Eredar priestesses staring at Jaraxxus's ashes blowing into the maelstrom below with wide and horrified eyes.
It was safe to say that they retreated back to Argus after that one.
Then, the green flames lost their luster as they faded; I turned to Archimonde and saw why: he was closing the connection with the fel-like fires as his body shrank to 10 meters within the barrier he had just put up.
His eyes were closed in concentration, and he breathed with difficulty as his injuries visibly healed, albeit slowly.
Without letting Archimonde heal any further, two enormous sharp pillars shot up from the maelstrom below directly toward The Eredar Overlord, each spike blackening as the earth strengthened itself and impaled the barrier, resulting in a horrific sound as if someone slowly dragged their claws across a school-board made of metal.
I directed my arm upwards as a beam of lightning shot into the sky, causing the previously growing black clouds to appear instantly and a massive downpour of purple and black lightning to rain over the barrier Archimonde had in place.
Said lightning slowly warped into something akin to a cage that crackled manacingly while shooting out toward the remnant demonic forces that had either been injured or tried to hide away while waiting for me to show any sign of weakness.
The Eredar Overlord did not idle by either. Even while healing, the space around us twisted and cracked; I had to lean to the side when the space opened up.
I felt a large chunk of my neck disappear as an intense pull behind me tried to drag me away from where I stood while I forced the crack in space to implode on itself with warp and its secondary recent function.
As space shut down, I felt another open directly inside my eye, and before I could register what had happened, I had lost one eye, and half my face was twisted into a gory mess.
Then the soul magic struck, and I felt as if stabbed by a million searing needles directly into my nerves; a green flash suddenly blinded my one functioning eye while I groaned due to the pain.
I felt dizzy to the point of not knowing the difference between up, down, left, or right as I warped toward where I thought was upwards and slightly away from the skirmish.
This resulted in me losing the concentration needed to maintain the continuous assault of lightning above and spikes from below.
As I could feel the nerves in my eye regrow bit by bit, the itch to scratch it was immense, to the point I felt like clawing now growing my eye out of the socket.
With my remaining functioning eye, I gazed toward Archimonde, who still was still having his eyes closed while focusing on healing.
Suddenly, I felt my body warn me about the figurative timer on my current power-up coming dangerously close.
This made me sigh in reluctance as I put all the cards on the table and resumed a stance with both arms directed toward the barrier, which was breaking down rapidly according to the magic I sensed inside it fading.
Between both my palms, a miracle of magic took place, all elements mixed in harmony as a marble-like sphere slowly grew to the size of a football.
With intense focus, I gave the sphere 4/5th of my remaining [MP] and pumped as much of my attunements into the object forming between my hands.
Blinding light and an intense humming resounded throughout the skies, almost like the world had become mute.
I inhaled the rich magic of the environment around me now as the green putrid flames had disappeared, absorbing the magic directly from the maelstrom from down below, and as if the maelstrom was alive, I felt it directly shove the magic toward me, as if begging to be used.
I obliged.
And before another moment passed, the sphere now ballooned in size. The hum intensified to the point that the skies trembled, and the water below surged as gigantic waves crashed toward the reefs surrounding the previous Well of Eternity turned maelstrom.
I sighed as I gazed toward Archimonde, who had just now come to grasp the situation rapidly unfolding before him.
Without further ado, I warped in front of the barrier. I slowly tilted my palm toward it and toward where Archimonde stood within.
With a soundless impact of force, the barrier vanished as the sphere touched it. Archimonde directed his arms toward the sphere and roared as he pumped as much of his magic toward it in an attempt to block the unstoppable force heading his way, and just as he was about to teleport away, I warped toward him from the side.
I shut down the spell he had attempted to cast instantly, and it was evident that the spell he had just used was quite advanced as a large black portal had started to take shape behind The Defiler.
The area within had a striking resemblance to the skull-like throne I had seen earlier. That being said, all this happened within a fraction of a second.
His eyes darted about before stopping on mine. With one final roar of defiance, he cast a spell of his own, his right arm giving up on blocking the incoming sphere pointed in my direction.
I felt my arms burn. My chest stilled, making me unable to breathe as dark magic invaded my body, seeking to destroy me from within.
My left arm exploded into a shower of meat and viscera, which soon turned to nothingness, but just as the damage was done, I felt the shadows take root, and something was attempting to tear me apart from within.
Then the sphere struck, and I felt my consciousness fade briefly before my injury healed just enough to let me focus on warping away from the zone of impact.
I felt blood clog my throat as I puked a mouthful of darkened blue blood while I heaved for breath as the curse suddenly faded.
Then another flash spread throughout the skies; the sphere impacted Archimonde as the latter roared in defiance and anger before everything went silent, even as I could see the Eredar Overlord roar in pain.
His recently healed eye gazed at me with pure malice before he once more reached toward me with his arm.
I felt my left eye go up in flames and roared in agony while I heard the laughter of Archimonde, and just before the sphere reached him, he yelled as he seemed to realize something that made his eyes look like a caged beast, "AS LONG AS YOU FALL WITH ME, MY SACRIFICE WILL BE WORTH IT!" Then, his arm turned into a bloody mist as the sphere exploded.
*Ssssssss-KABOOOOOOOOOM*
And the world turned white, everything turned eerily silent, and I felt at peace for a moment. Then, I caught myself fading in and out of unconsciousness several times.
Just as I was hoping that it was over... The impact came, and I was thrown through the air like a used toy.
I now truly struggled to stay cognitive; my vision darkened and brightened as if someone was holding a light in front of my face and then turning it off and on repeatedly.
I was desperately trying to stay awake, as I instinctively knew that if I did not, I would for sure die within moments.
The scenery around me changed rapidly as I tried to stop my trajectory through the air somehow.
"FUUUUUUUUCK!" I shouted as I felt my power-ups fade, and a feeling of overwhelming weakness replaced it; I still flew through the sky without signs of stopping while tumbling through the air at rapid speeds.
I could have sworn that I heard the sound barrier explode from the direction I was flung away from.
My skin was being torn apart by the wind pressure alone.
I did my best to prepare for the inevitable collision while healing the worst injuries.
Finally, as my momentum slowed down, I almost wanted to sigh in relief... which was before I felt myself impact the water and skid off it like a flat rock.
This was when the worst damage started to accumulate.
My left leg was torn away at the hip, and the skin on my back was removed from my being as I crashed into the watery surface.
I cried out in pain while trying to warp upwards to stop the momentum, but no luck.
My magic whirled into place, and I felt my heart thump violently as a cocoon of elements shaped around me before being roughly shattered apart by an impact into a wall of some kind.
Still, of course, with my luck, that was not the end of it.
I resumed my momentum over the water before finally stopping when I reached a strangely familiar hillside. 'W-what?' Was all that I could consider before I felt my bones rattle and break as I crashed into something solid
*BOOOOOOM*
I groaned as my vision came and went. With one last gaze toward the horizon, I saw the skies part ways, and a white sphere in the distance exploded outward before seemingly fading out of existence.
The last thing I heard was an animalistic wail of panic.
Then, my consciousness faded, and everything turned black.
-Chapter 76 End-