Chapter 1738: Chapter 1554: War should have never existed
Chapter 1738: Chapter 1554: War should have never existed
The remaining monsters lay shattered and frozen, a testament to Pandora's devastating display of power in her Spiritualized state.
Exhaustion gnawed at her, a cold counterpoint to the lingering thrum of elation. Yet, amidst the city's eerie silence, a flicker of movement caught her eye.
Across the shattered remnants of a marketplace, a colossal figure perched upon a building's crumbling facade. It wasn't just another mindless beast. This creature, a black griffin, radiated an aura of menacing intelligence. Its obsidian feathers gleamed like polished armor, and its piercing yellow eyes held a cunning glint. Unlike the feral rage of its fallen brethren, this creature emanated a sense of chilling calculation.
A surge of adrenaline coursed through Pandora. This was no ordinary monster; this was the leader, the orchestrator of the city's suffering. Recognition flickered across the griffin's intelligent gaze, confirming her suspicions. It knew of Spiritualization, a technique reserved for the most elite spirit users.
With a screech that tore through the city's stillness, the black griffin launched itself toward Pandora. Its razor-sharp talons glinted in the sunlight, promising a swift and brutal demise. But Pandora, fueled by newfound resolve, stood her ground.
Deactivating Spiritualization, she wouldn't face this foe at full power, not yet. This was a dance a test of her skills honed through months in the spirit realm. With a swift movement, she drew her blade, the moonlight essence shimmering along its edge.
The griffin, a creature of lightning, unleashed a torrent of crackling energy from its beak. Pandora, drawing upon her elven agility, executed a series of graceful dodges, weaving a mesmerizing dance between the lightning bolts. Each near miss sent a spark of electricity singing through the air, a reminder of the griffin's deadly power.
"You are a skilled fighter," the griffin rasped, its voice a harsh grating sound that echoed through the devastated city. "But can your spirit match the fury of the storm?" freewёbn૦νeɭ.com
Pandora ignored the taunt, focusing on channeling her connection with her spirit companion. A wave of shared understanding passed between them. With a coordinated movement, the spirit materialized beside her, its moonlight form shimmering with newfound power.
"Together," Pandora whispered, her voice ringing with unwavering determination.
With a gesture of its hand, the spirit conjured a swirling vortex of mist. Not the disorienting, desolate mist of the forgotten memories realm, but a vibrant mist imbued with the essence of the Whisperwood, a haven of life and hope. The mist engulfed the griffin, momentarily obscuring its vision.
This was their chance. Pandora, wielding her blade with newfound precision, launched a series of swift attacks. The griffin, hampered by the obscuring mist and the spirit's unsettling energy, struggled to defend itself. Each blow she landed resonated with a sharp clang, sparks flying as steel met obsidian feathers.
Seeing their combined assault take effect, the griffin unleashed another volley of lightning, this time aimed at the swirling vortex. It roared in frustration as the mist, infused with the spirit's magic, absorbed the electrical current, dissipating it harmlessly into the air.
The battle raged on, a whirlwind of steel, moonlight, and frustrated cries. Pandora fought with the ferocity of a cornered tigress, while her spirit companion, a silent partner in this dance of war, countered the griffin's attacks with its uncanny manipulation of the spirit realm's essence.
Finally, with a well-timed lunge and a decisive slash, Pandora managed to sever one of the griffin's wings. The creature shrieked in pain, its once arrogant demeanor crumbling in the face of its injury. It flapped its remaining wing desperately, attempting to maintain altitude, but gravity claimed it.
The black griffin crashed onto the rubble-strewn ground with a heavy thud, the city holding its breath in the ensuing silence. Pandora, her chest heaving with exertion, cautiously approached the fallen beast. The griffin, its obsidian eyes filled with a defeated glint, looked up at her.
"You have won," it rasped, its voice laced with a hint of begrudging respect. "But the darkness will return. It always does. Our lord is about to wake up soon and you will face despair."
Pandora met the griffin's gaze, her resolve unwavering.
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"Perhaps," she replied, her voice ringing with quiet conviction. "But so will we. And next time, we'll be stronger."
With that, she raised her blade, ready to deliver the final blow. Hearing that Bahamut would be waking up soon was alarming but it was inevitable, hopefully, her master Alex would come back soon. He wouldn't be late, coming only when they would almost lose like scenes in drama.
With a solemn shake of her head, she hoisted her sword high above her before bringing it down forcefully, slaying the monstrous creature. There was no hint of triumph on her face, only an overwhelming sorrow that seemed to stretch on endlessly. How many lives had been lost since the beginning of this war? Hundreds? Perhaps even a million or two? The exact number eluded her, but the mere knowledge of the countless deaths and the subsequent displacement of survivors tore at her heart. It mattered not whether the victims were human or elf, demon or demi-human; war, in all its brutality, was a horrifying reality. It was something that should never occur, yet throughout history, it had repeatedly proven inevitable whenever civilizations and intelligent beings coexisted.
Pandora took a deep breath, her gaze fixed on the sky. Lost in a trance-like state, she couldn't help but utter these words softly to herself.
''The question I would like to pose though, is why? We can make a heaven on Earth. We can bring dignity and a powerful sense of sacredness to every person in the world, we can bring a good future for all mankind. We can bring the love-nexus. We can show that we care for every nation, every existing race, live together. We can make war a thing of the past. We can solve the problems that are creating poverty, misery and sickness. Communication is the key is used to believe when young but now I don't know anymore, the enemy is different only thinking about destruction, spreading chaos everywhere."
"Hah! Negative actions create negative chaos, and negative chaos is destructive. Positive actions create positive chaos, and positive chaos is constructive. And when we look at the history of war and peace we see these simple truths at the heart of the matter. Everything would have been perfect if everyone could live together in peace and harmony. War should never have existed to begin with."