Awakened: Evolving to Godhood

Although the blue-flame empyrean lion has survived getting struck by heaven's blight, it was in no condition to continue fighting with Elliot. There was anger in its eye. It was angry at both itself and Elliot. It cursed itself as a fool for giving Elliot the chance to strike once. It condemned its opponent for using a heaven-shaking and earth-rendering move at the very start of the battle. It had never seen a person as shameless and tactless as Elliot. He not only took his generosity for granted and took the most significant advantage of it but also broke the standard norm of fighting, which was to always use the ultimate move at the end of the battle!

Why didn't he start from using his low-level moves and then move on to using his final attack? Why did he use his ultimate at the very start? Why was he so different than all the opponents it had faced so far? Why?!!

All these thoughts appeared on its face as it glared at Elliot.

Elliot didn't understand its language or its expression, but when he looked at its bloodshot eyes, he was able to tell that it was angry and didn't want to die.

"Don't act like a loser. It was a fair fight. You attacked first and gave me a chance to attack second. I didn't complain, and you didn't either. I won, playing the game by the rules we both agreed to silently. You can't blame me for putting an end to you now that I have won."

While saying all that to make himself feel better and justify his actions, with a single thought, Elliot accumulated energy into his right fist. As blue and gold waves of energies coiled around his hand, it glowed in multi-colors.

Then, he punched out, and from his knuckle, two beams spread outwards, the blue one spiraling around the golden one, which was blasting through the air and heading straight towards the severely injured beast that had already taken one step inside into the afterlife. ƒ𝘳𝗲𝑒𝒘𝐞𝚋𝚗𝐨v𝘦l.𝒄o𝐦

The golden beam had high penetrating power. One could say that it was a bullet shot from a sniper rifle to take down a defenseless human. The beast was merely a vulnerable target in front of it. Elliot was sure that it would break through all its defense, from its thick hide to its sturdy bones and the layer of ice-blue fire coating them. Even then, if it managed to stay alive, the blue beam would put an end to it, for it was like an explosive that would explode the moment the golden beam dissipated.

The blue-flame empyrean lion closed its eyes.

It was as if it had accepted its death.

Elliot's eyes brightened in joy. He felt happy by thinking about all the exotic things he would get from its carcass!

Sometimes, though, things don't go according to one's plan.

"Crack!"

The shrill cry of the fabric of reality tearing apart sounded. All of a sudden, and to the surprise of both Elliot and the blue-flame empyrean lion, a black hole opened up in their field of vision. Just when it thought it was going to die, its eyes widened like saucers as it saw the black hole sucking in Elliot's attack and teleporting it to God's know where.

<br/>Elliot was in a state no better than the beast. How powerful was his attack? Yet, someone so easily deflected it. Just who was behind the manipulation of space? But one thing was for sure; whoever it was was very strong, for they could manipulate space, and he couldn't sense or locate them. Elliot concluded that he wasn't strong enough to fight whoever it was.

"May I ask which mighty person saved it and why?" Elliot said in a not-so-calm voice, one full of apprehension and uneasiness.

"No need to feel troubled. I am not here to fight you."

A wizened voice echoed around the icy pond as a crack appeared in thin air. And it became bigger and bigger until it was the size of a door.

Then, Elliot saw a person dressed in black coming out from the darkness behind the crack in space.

The man had three-dimensional features, meaning he would look good regardless of which side of his face a person looks at. His eyes were as red as his blood-soaked lips, and his skin paler than snow. He looked like the modern description of a vampire. plete rounds.

What kind of perverted healing was this? It was as perverted as his demonic technique, energy radiation! A a