Enoch Razvolnic 5

“Sa-, Satan! Hurry it up! He’s coming after me!”

“Ah shit, dude’s crazy persistent ain’t he?! Just keep squirming and I’ll be right with ya!”

Rather than increasing their velocities, Satan instead summoned imp reinforcements instead.

Kkirrrehhk-!

Kyaaaahk!

Nearby imps rushed forwards surrounding Doyun from behind alongside both flanking vectors simultaneously.

Those monstrosities opened their jaws wide screeching Kyaahk towards Doyun tauntingly. Doyun simply clicked his tongue feeling rather vexed altogether.

‘If I pursue them too persistently, I’ll get isolated across the battlefield. Just shaking these nuisances off temporarily will set me back considerably…’

Watching Lancelot increasing distances rapidly fueled visceral ire clenching Doyun’s jaw tightly.

‘It seems risking lethal gambits remains unavoidable after all…’

At that precise moment, unexpected anomalies started manifesting around Doyun’s vicinity:

Shurahk-

‘Hmm?’

Those imps giving pursuit suddenly started losing their craniums all at once inexplicably.

Satan reacted with bewildered shock at these bizarre unfolding circumstances altogether:

“Wh-, What the hell?!”

Neither Doyun nor Satan could possibly anticipate such unprecedented occurrences whatsoever.

Doyun glanced sideways glimpsing those severed imp neck stumps hazily – indistinct silhouettes flickered dimly across peripheral vision altogether.

‘Luna.’

Luna had concealed herself observing Doyun’s movements while systematically decapitating those imp monstrosities from behind undetected.

Rendered utterly oblivious towards Death’s very daughter slashing amidst those shrouding shadows, those imps simply tilted their severed craniums quizzically before dropping lifeless without ever comprehending mortal perils encroaching whatsoever.

Doyun smirked audibly before accelerating forwards without further hesitation whatsoever.

“Fuck this shit’s turning annoying! Hey Oz!”

Left with no other alternatives remaining, Satan hurled Lancelot directly backwards – the bone wizard Oz catching him within levitating force barriers propelling him rapidly away altogether.

Confirming Lancelot’s steadily retreating trajectory, Satan whirled around blocking Doyun’s pursuit path decisively.

Underneath that adolescent exterior, Satan’s demonic appendage rapidly ballooned outwards into gigantic obsidian talons gargantuan proportions altogether.

Despite boyish cherubic visages, Satan commanded the full powers of a demonic entity altogether – condensing noxious miasmas saturating those razor-sharp claws descending viciously towards Doyun’s direction.

“Get the fuck outta here you unlucky bastard!”

As Doyun moved drawing his sword defensively, malicious whiplash descended from behind assailing his backside simultaneously –

Doyun flinched slightly realizing he had been completely surrounded from both frontal and rear vectors without any viable defensive options remaining available.

If he stopped evading here dodging both attacks, no way could he continue pursuing Lancelot immediately afterwards under any circumstances whatsoever.

Yet Doyun wasted no further hesitation whatsoever – making one supremely audacious judgement call instead without any second thoughts:

Lowering his gaze downwards, his collarbone hollow revealed a gemstone necklace glimmering brilliantly – that small companion accompanying him across infinite regressed reincarnations.

Without slowing his relentless pursuit velocities at all, Doyun continued racing forward unflinchingly.

Right up until the very last split-second before those whiplashes encircled his neck and talons eviscerated his cranium simultaneously, Doyun simply stared straight ahead without flinching whatsoever.

“Got ya!”

“Kyaaaaahhhk-!”

The exact instant both lethal strikes connected outright:

‘Neck, skull.’

Having pinpointed those precise striking coordinates, Doyun closed his eyes trusting that small companion completely.

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“Get the fuck outta here you unlucky bastard!”

Repeating Satan’s same taunting words once more, Doyun opened his eyes confirming his continued existence altogether.

The world had regressed back in time overall.

Right before those whiplashes could encircle his neck alongside eviscerating claws descending towards his skull directly – Doyun had shifted positions slightly:

“Got y… eh?”

Lilith’s whiplash had become trapped within Doyun’s outstretched palm instead.

Those ever-shifting unpredictable chaotic trajectories constantly fluctuating without any discernible patterns – while evading or deflecting those remained possible for even Enoch himself previously, directly seizing them midstream proved utterly unprecedented altogether.

Yet that same whiplash dangled securely within Doyun’s uncompromising grip right then.

Simultaneously, Doyun twisted his torso sideways passing between Satan’s descending talons by a hairsbreadth – those blades grazing across both his back and chest splattering sprays of blood everywhere.

Literally a single paper-thin margin separating him from those lethal penetrations altogether.

Before those deathblows could connect decisively against both neck and cranium, his ungodly feinted maneuvers prompted shared incredulous dismay reverberating within both Vanguard Commanders’ psyches unanimously:

‘Foresight…?!’

Those preternatural movements evoked distinctly prophetic impressions altogether almost as if peering directly into the immediate future itself beforehand.

As Doyun yanked Lilith’s whiplash sideways decisively, Satan’s talons sliced through severing that weapon entirely.

“Eh??”

Having evaded both Vanguard Commanders’ simultaneous deathblows decisively, Doyun exhaled ignition propellant jets blazing straight past Satan without further ado whatsoever.

“Insane…!”

Too late did Satan attempt swiping backwards – no hopes catching that blazing velocity signature altogether.

That utterly harrowing chase sequence momentarily overshadowing even two united Vanguard Commanders prompted the Alliance soldiers alongside warriors atop those rampart overhangs freezing speechlessly at those unfolding revelations altogether.

Heineken moved forwards attempting pursuit alongside reinforcements, yet found himself hamstrung altogether against the imp hordes Satan had deployed buying them some interim breathing room.

“Damned tenacious bastards…!”

Only swiping hurricane gales countering those endless demonic tides remained viable altogether alongside Alliance forces simultaneously.

Doyun raced after that bobbing Lancelot steadily propelled towards Oz instead without any further distractions arising:

“Lancelot!!”

He roared without restraining that distilled wrath boiling within any longer whatsoever:

“Nothing shall spare your miserable existence!!”

“So-, Someone stop that madman already…!”

Doyun’s irises blazed brilliantly with that same aureate willpower resolve absolutely dominating his very existence itself.

Confirming those unmistakable radiant irises from such close proximities altogether, both Lilith and Satan both froze involuntarily:

‘Those eyes…?’

Over a century ago, that very same utterly peerless presence transcending Vanguard Commanders – the supreme apex personifying sheer overwhelming force alongside consummate dread altogether.

Identical eye colors seared into their psyches unconditionally impossible to forget under any circumstances whatsoever.

Razvolnic techniques, signature evasion skills, radiant consecrated blades… Coupled with identical emotional responsiveness alongside synchronized mana signatures –

Far too many uncanny parallels defied casual ‘successor’ implications whatsoever under any ordinary metrics imaginable overall.

As utterly impossible a conclusion as these notions ultimately represented, undeniable premonitions nevertheless assailed both their very essences simultaneously:

‘Could it be… Him…?’

Having closed considerable interim distances, Doyun drew his sword manifesting his Manifest Blade technique without any further preambles whatsoever –

Only to suddenly tilt his cranium towards a different direction altogether instead:

“…!”

Oz’s vicinity radiated overwhelming demonic miasmas condensing around the bone wizard’s entire metaphysical essence altogether.

Doyun remained intimately acquainted with Oz’s true potentials well enough already.

Having witnessed those two consecutive grand sorceries unleashed earlier, Doyun had initially judged Oz depleted based on prior personal experiences against him specifically.

Yet it seemed he had gravely underestimated the bone wizard’s steadily escalating growth overall quite severely afterall.

For among Vanguard Commanders overall barring Satan himself, Oz easily represented the single most formidable non-combative entity present whatsoever period.

Upon open battlefields receiving no interference whatsoever, few existences proved more terrifying than an unrestrained archmage given free reign overall after all.

With his brilliant calculations complete, Oz had prepared an offensive guaranteed overcoming Doyun’s relativistic safeguards altogether –

Beyond any manifestations of Foresight, Razvolnic Evasions, or even Consecrated Blades’ radiance supremacies whatsoever:

[Abyssal Singularity]

Shrill screeching reverberated accompanied by concentrated darknesses coalescing into singularity domes rapidly enveloping Doyun’s immediate vicinity altogether.

Lacking any time reacting whatsoever, Doyun simply found himself trapped within that overwhelming void manifestation against his will outright.

That spherical darkness domain rapidly contracted inwards without any respites whatsoever – annihilating anything within its core with omnipotent certainty overall.

An impregnable coffin containing nothing except utter oblivion without any escape vectors remaining viable under any conceivable circumstances imaginable.

Yet within those shrouding voids overwhelmingly confirmed as certain death itself, Doyun’s irises brilliantly flashed instead –

Over two centuries’ worth of uncompromisingly harrowing combat experiences catalyzing instinctual reactions decisively.

He remembered sagacious insights imparted by two supreme paragons themselves guiding his comprehensions altogether – Tiamat alongside the Lion King’s own tutelages:

[“If magic represents ‘pigments’ across a painter’s canvas, Breath weaponry manifests as an entire ‘bucket’ being catapulted outright.”]

[“Offensive, defensive or resistive capacities – none remain viable against a Breath altogether in the end.”]

[“The Alliance shall endure forevermore…!!”]

Combining Tiamat’s mana control principles alongside the Lion King’s overwhelming output capacities altogether:

As Doyun parted his jaws, inconceivable quantities of condensed mana spontaneously saturated his oral cavities from every conceivable vector simultaneously.

Yet:

‘…This won’t work.’

Doyun realized the futility manifesting any Breath Weapon attacks whatsoever – not through limitations regarding mana control but physiological biological barriers instead.

Yet without any respites remaining for pondering alternatives whatsoever, that deeply ingrained combat instincts swiftly provided his answer immediately:

Guluhp-

He simply swallowed all accumulated Breath mana condensations directly instead.

That sheer quantity propelling Doyun’s jaws agape wide enough swallowing baseball-sized concentrations traveled down his throat smashing directly across his thoracic cavity simultaneously.

Kuwuung-

“!!”

Enduring sensations akin to spontaneously cardiac arrest through sheer discipline alone, he forcibly directed all that compressed Breath mana steadily –

Channeling everything down the most intimately familiar expenditure conduit mastered through countless lifetimes altogether:

His very blade itself.

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Having witnessed Oz’s decisive contribution firsthand, Satan halted his pursuit howling gleefully instead:

“Nice one! Shit yeah, baby that’s what I’m talkin’ about!”

“Well done Lord Oz! Such splendidly sublime sorcery indeed!”

Accepting Satan and Lancelot’s boisterous commendations directly, Oz clapped his bony fingers together tkahtkahtkahtkaht – reacting like an infantile temper tantrum at such perceived perfection altogether.

An adversary requiring the united efforts of all four Vanguard Commanders simultaneously just barely subduing him – leaving a quarter casualty toll among their own ranks regardless.

More importantly, that very same individual also represented Razvolnic’s consecrated successor altogether!

Though this war campaign cost their entire deployment quotas altogether, eliminating even one such pivotal linchpin alone more than justified those expenditures forevermore.

Yet Lilith remained fixated upon that steadily contracting void singularity overall – visceral disquiet permeating her entire existence altogether for some inexplicable reasons:

‘Just… Who was that man…?’

Despite his fated demise remaining undeniable at this juncture, something about that particular individual’s existence felt utterly intolerable beyond measure whatsoever.

‘Could he truly have been a mere successor…?’

Those hushed utterances addressing her with profane slurs alongside those aureate irises haunted the very depths of her psyche unconditionally altogether.

She would never mistake those very same eyes from over a century ago no matter what transpired – identical down to the very last detail whatsoever.

‘Just what manner of existence…?’

Before Lilith could interrogate his identity firsthand back then, that entire opportunity had been lost forevermore.

Yet right at this very moment:

Fwaaaaaahhhhh-

Luminescent radiance erupted skywards bisecting apart that steadily contracting void singularity altogether.

“…!?”

“Huh?”

“N-, No way…!”

That wide-scale void decimation magic [Abyssal Singularity] steadily dissipated outwards altogether – its overwhelming darkness steadily repelled by that erupting incandescence from the epicenter onwards.

Oz froze upright abruptly despite mid-celebratory applause – all traces of infantile demeanors purged completely while scrutinizing those unfolding revelations instead:

“That radiance…”!

Having devoted over a millennium’s worth of arcane studies transcending even draconic mysteries altogether, Oz recognized that aura’s unmistakable quintessence far too intimately.

Absolute limitations preventing him ever manifesting those supreme avatar capacities directly himself – yet tantamount to the draconic pantheon’s ultimate killing techniques altogether.

The antithesis against every existing magical convention whatsoever without any exceptions remaining viable:

“Breath… Weapon…!”

As those luminescent pillars reached celestial zenith, clouds parted explosively outwards – sundering apart upon that sacred light’s arrival.

Soon that darkness void dissipated completely revealing Doyun standing resolutely while brandishing skywards a colossal radiant blade extending up towards the heavens themselves.

He bellowed out distilled wrath altogether without restraint:

“Lancelot-!!”

“!!”

Facing that overwhelming force of conviction alongside unrestrained killing intent altogether, Lancelot could only sense his imminent demise rushing unstoppably forth.

Those aureate irises struck unerringly – invoking near-identical death throes to those sensations experienced over a century ago during their previous terminal encounter.

“Aaah…”

Those very same eyes.

Yes… He remembered now.

Back then too, that same gaze radiated with visceral wrath beyond comprehension – descending upon Lancelot like some demonic wraith utterly unforgiving after slaying one of his subordinates so mercilessly.

Apostle Doyun roared out identically just like over a hundred years ago before:

“You shall perish without fail today-!!!”

Doyun brought that blade downwards slashing towards Lancelot’s position decisively.

Transcending progenitors beyond the draconic pantheons themselves, even human physiology altogether –

Yet manifesting dragonkind’s ultimate killing technique through sheer mortal will alone:

[Brandish]

That luminescent radiance spanning celestial heights downwards bisected the entire world itself rushing towards Lancelot’s position in an unstoppable blitzkrieg altogether.

Receiving his second consecutive demise at this very same man’s hands yet again just like over a century ago:

“You… Damnable…”

Lancelot’s final death throes ringing out across that battlefield panorama altogether:

“Enoch… Razvolnic-!!!”

Kwaaaaahhhhh-

The Death Knight Lancelot resurrected from the afterlife itself – finally meeting his deserved end heroically upon the Muspelheim battlefield slain by the Supreme Warrior Enoch Razvolnic himself once and for all.

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Even the Lion King watched those revelations unfolding overhea while forgetting all shreds of royal decorum whatsoever:

“…Goodness gracious.”

That hushed mutter summed up the shared sentiments of strategists around him standing slack-jawed alongside him altogether.

The skies itself had been bisected utterly.

Looking downwards revealed the same phenomena upon terrestrial landscapes below as well –

Like mythical omens manifesting upon the material realms, the singular epicenter where a lone human figure stood solemnly.

As the Lion King’s own gaze intersected that singular individual’s position directly, Lancelot’s final death throes involuntarily escaped his own lips without realizing:

“Enoch… Razvolnic…?”

Everyone silently uttered that exact same name while observing that lone warrior Doyun at the battlefield’s center altogether.

Meanwhile Doyun simply scrutinized a small luminescent speck drifting upwards from Lancelot’s fallen corporeal remains – sensing Vuyskr’s lingering soul fragment altogether within.

He lowered his blade while shaking his head solemnly:

“…Rest peacefully at long last.”

Enoch bid his final farewells towards that departed friend heading somewhere far away beyond mortal comprehensions whatsoever.

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Even as the Alliance’s fate-deciding Muspelheim campaign raged onwards fiercely:

Deep within the heart of the elemental planes themselves, an isolated dilapidated manor house’s grand hall room.

Within that vast dimly lit interior, a lone coffin sat in solitary isolation at the epicenter altogether.

From within those darkened depths, faint azure luminescence flickered dimly within that skeletal corpse’s eye sockets altogether:

“…”

Accompanied by that awakened necrotic presence, light frost spontaneously manifested across the coffin’s immediate environs altogether.