The affairs of the past have now been revealed within Luminaria's history. We know of its importance and the many impacts it had on the Omniverse. Clarissa and the others have finished their unsightly business whilst also finding a new revelation. It shall tip the scales of balance the Untold TRUTH has with STRIFE II. But that would be for a later time. As of now, we return to the warfront of Luminaria during their decisive battle against their corrupting oppressor. Currently we find that same oppressor having to face a man who doesn't even know he has a relationship with. They are brothers in arms with one being clad in a white Hood back when they were closest. The elder understands this but cannot forgive the deeds of his young brethren. They represent the dark and the Light within this great clan. But still, only one of them seems to understand this.
We watch as the dark one was being throttled into the outer cosmos nearest to their home clan. The light followed close behind him, readying a blast within his hand that could warp space itself. As you would guess… Billiam represents the darkness whilst Maliik represents the light. Billiam was stuck on the defensive currently with even his study being rendered useless as of now due to Maliik's superior Zenchi and Zenchi usage. He relied on his ability to control and make use of the white spectrum. He could cancel out blasts and attacks with any patch, streak, line, or even string of white that could be found. But this time, that wouldn't be the case as Maliik now fully adapted to his technique. Allowing him to land a perfect strike on Billiam in full.
The warping effects caused Billiam to spin into a stir. A stir that would cause his skin, organs, bones and even his essence system to fold in on itself as a small hole in space began to form within the center axis of this potent technique.
Billiam: "I-I can't seem to break freeEEeeEe- ee… FROom-m-m… iiiitt…TAH!!!"
He summoned a pacifier that had a warping field within it. he popped it into his mouth and used it power to reverse the effects of Maliik's technique.
Maliik: "Oh wooow, impressive! Heh… Heh.. heeeeeh. MRHMN!! *GLARE* Hmph." *SNAP*
*POP*
Maliik released his attack and in turn made Billiam's own technique burst as well. It left Billiam suspended within the rift of space. Eerily surprised by this turn of events.
*FLASH*
He couldn't even react to Maliik casually blitzing him. But he could react to the slightly slow strike Maliik decided to throw. It was a heavy roundhouse kick that Billiam used both his arms to block. But he was sent flying into the void of space above Luminaria. Maliik flew after him whilst smirking in the most heinous of ways. His left eyebrow raised up high and he began to taunt Billiam with information.
Maliik: "It would seem you still haven't noticed it yet!"
Billiam: "N-Nrgh… n-noticed what!?"
Maliik: "Noticed that your entire team is starting to lose ground besides Elizabeth? She and my mum are pretty much even."
Billiam: "I don't expect much from the corrupted, but my commanders should be faring well!"
Maliik: *FLASH* "You think so?" *FWIP*
Billiam: "H'WHAAT!? *THUD* … *Crack* NRGH!!!"
He was sent flying into a downward spiral.
It was within that same spiral that Billiam could actually see all of the losing battles Maliik was talking about. Yes, there were a few that were winning their matches, but a majority found themselves losing helplessly almost. Christian couldn't seem to land a single strike on Gaia once she caught wind of his style and technique. Same could be said for Morris and his attempts to triumph over Shiishii. Along with Kenphelin who had Noel backing down for the first time. Most combatants around the field that fought alongside her before were absolutely befuddled by this development. Lancelotlin was evenly matched with Lancelin Sr whilst Zolib'Omen still watched onward from the side. Waiting for Triharty's partner in crime to make a move. After all, Triharty was no longer simply winning this match. Doc-Martin was edging things into a more even favor. Even Berixan continued to hold his own against the likes of Abiketh.
Lizelitte was evenly matched with her opponent whilst Aurorin was taking charge in her fight. As for Lizelloaa, Lizelluxx, and Lizellynn… they were busy keeping themselves from losing epicly against the current White Knight, Meiliem. Diane was actually being held off by Dawn whilst her father and team pushed the Rays back entirely. Seriphaeth was shown fending off barrages of ice attacks with her control of Light and her insects. TyJonn and Tyyoest continued their battles against leading figures amongst the battalions. Dwayne and Beeso started to gain ground on Gibbit and Morease. These are all things Billiam could see from where he and Maliik now do battle. It was quite the sight but nothing caught his attention more than the explosion of essence he could feel from right outside the main House of the Beel's territory. It was none other than Neezah in a fit of rage as she has just lost a dear friend in the heat of battle. And the sorrow and heartache was torture to her. Causing a rift of Rage and Wrath to flourish until she was consumed by the concept of Wrath itself. It was the main concept she wished to study as she attempted to conquer it. A legendary concept that is part of the grouping, Seven Deadly. As well as some interpretations of the grouping, Four Horsemen. It was a supreme concept only cnquered by less than fifty individuals in existence two of which share the name Demon Lord Satan. Both beings were part of a different race, one God and one from beyond.
Right now, Neezah showed signs of evolution as she tries her best to regain herself so that she may help end this battle. One should know that Neezah was one of the few goddesses born in peace to be trained by a supreme Light Deity like Dannadise. She had learned her conquering for concepts from Iyopptor, the first White Knight himself. So her affinity was quite high, though it took him most of his first one-hundred thousand years just to learn and master his innate concept, War. Another supreme concept found in nearly every interpretation of the grouping, Four Horsemen. So it'd be highly unlikely that she will be able to accomplish a great feat such as conquering Wrath. But if she can get beyond its grasp, then it will not only be a start, but her evolution will be greater than most who came before her, including the likes of Delio-Dant. Whose Drive Form is more potent than most thanks to his Cultivation towards its awakening. Billiam wished to stop this development, but…
Billiam: "Tch… I noticed the most heinous development at the WORST time!!"
Maliik: "Indeed you did." *GRP*
Billiam: "H'What!? Nrgh- let go!!"
Maliik: "Nah. Now let's watch as she surpasses us both, yeah bruv?"
Billiam: "Damn youuuu!!! *INHAAALE* … SOMEONE STOP NEEZAAAAAAHHH!!!"
He yelled out to his comrades. Everyone was too busy to move from their opponent to assist. All except the twin brother of Joshua himself. Jahgill Joseph. He was faster whilst Joshua was stronger. He blasted off into the cosmos with his full speed. Rapidly running towards Neezah as the events around him played in slow motion. It was during that merry moment that he noticed her eyes being fixated in him, then they flickered and made contact with… Meiliem. It was then, in that very bleak moment that Neezah's heart calmed itself after going nuts for more than half an hour now. Her essence wrapped itself around her and formed a gigantic sphere as big as the star, Sol itself. Its force stopped Jahgill in his tracks. Rendering all things that lack balance nearly at a standstill with its unstable influence. Even Jahgill was broken of poise for a second before adapting to Neezah's new essence waves.
Jahgill: "Tuh… I can't stop a damn Drive awakening. I'm not strong enough for that, not with a boost this monstrous. To believe she pushed beyond even the wall that is Wrath!! I'll just stop what emerges instead!"
Power Scale Level: 72
Birthright: Change
Element: Liquid Obsidian
Study: Properties of Minerals (Pact Class)
Age: 2,789,987
Neezah: "A foolish notion… from one… who has yet… to evolve."
Jahgill: "Hrmn!? (She's already ready to emerge!?)"
Neezah: "Sir Jahgill Joseph…"
Her massive star-sized bubble morped into a Yin and Yang symbol as it shrunk and wrapped itself around her body. The pulsating essence had calmed and came to form a perfect silhouette to reflect her new frame and figure. The right side of her body was coated in white while the other was in black. The bubbled formed into a dense orb that then expands as it flattens into a perfect saucer. It took its place on her back and hollowed itself until the black and white balls on each side were left. Forming a new type of halo originally formatted for her own specific use. Her hair remained in long tubes that helped form her twin tails. Mind you, her hair and even the bangs it formed in her face were all flaming. The right side was black and the left, white. It solidified into a set of clothes. A brioche formed that held a neatly tied, big baring bow that sat atop her cleavage. It was exposed thanks to the hole in her top. It was shaped into an upside down heart. The leading part to a looong, drooping, skin tight battle dress. It had long layers of fabric that were connected to the shoulders, back of her dress' obi that was found on her waist, and flowing into the wind. The same could be found on her wrists, bicep/triceps area, her knees, and even her ankles right above her black and white stilettos.
Her mask held a massive yin and Yang symbol in the middle of it. The mask covered the ridge of her nose and below. She snickered a bit before revealing an absolute, I mean an astonishing amount of hostility and bloodlust. She wished to take down Meiliem, but knowing getting past Jahgill would be no easy feat. Her hatred spread into her very essence. Allowing her to even access the very concepts of Anger and Rage themselves. Jahgill could feel her heinous new essence and felt the need to test the waters.
Jahgill: (She's truly a freak of nature indeed. I should go ahead and…)
Neezah: "Why do that when you can come and take me head on??"
Power Scale Level: 68
Birthright: Yin/Yang
Elements: "White/Black Annihilation
Study: Theorem of Balance (Domain/ Treasure Class)
Age: 10,512
Jahgill: "H-Head on, you say!? Tch, such a line can only be said by heathens. But I do wish to enjoy a head on battle. This war is a farce and my brother and I won't stand for this bullshit!" *PEW*
Neezah: "I could care less, I just want to destroy that White Knight. And you're in my way of doing so!!" *PEW*
The two clash and confront the other with a malicious barrage of strikes shooting from their hands and feet at full blast. Their clashing pushed the center of the House of Beel off of its axis and shifted further into the eastern portion of the Beel's total territory. Jahgill summoned an awfully large amount of shining, obsidian blades to try and strike Neezah whilst she pressed forward. She merely smiled and used her own halo as a weapon. Deflecting each and every obsidian knife with her rotating halo. She kept twirling and flipping it on her right hand's fingers. Using the orbs found within its radius to completely obliterate anything unfortunate enough to make contact. Her essence attacks were now based around influencing and controlling the balance and unbalanced nature of living beings. It caused all of Jahgill's remaining attacks to be forced into a random flurry of shots.
Jahgill: "Grhhm!? So you truly have evolved entirely? Hardly who you used to be in every manner outside of your personality."
Neezah: "Oh please, I'm still the same you old sourpuss. I'm just superior to my old self in ability and finesse to the highest of levels." *FWIP*
She swiped at Jahgill with her razor sharp halo. Forcing him to take a leap back whilst she puts her weapon back where it belongs.
Jahgill: "Tch, how treacherous your techniques are, you knave!"
Neezah: "And how infuriating you are, Jahgill. To believe it's only the beginning and you seem to be struggling against someone who is still weaker than you in terms of stats. How utterly deplorable of you, knave."
Jahgill was now being pushed back in both physical and mental warfare. Whilst this continued, Billiam was being knocked around while on the defensive. He still hasn't fully adapted to the superior fighting strength that Maliik wields. It was a clear sign that Billiam and his corrupted lackies were being pushed back without question. Donning on him that there would have to be an extreme development from their side to help tip the scales. Though he couldn't think of anyone with a technique capable at the time, I, myself as the narrator, could easily see a path clear enough with the help of one specific Knight. That same Knight was also on the losing end of things, but barely. He was dealing almost as much damage as he was taking from his opponent.
Beeso: "Ah come ooonn, is this really the best you've got? What a fat buggah you are. Challenging us like you aren't a wee, little shrimp yourself. Come on then, Giiibbit!"
Gibbit: "Hmph, underestimating me at this point in the war would be quite the mistake." *PRCH*
Beeso: "As if, mate. You'll be going down along with these treacherous fools who chose this rather than being forced down the path. Forced to do the dirty work of a malicious brat lacking any sympathy and kindness for his own people. You're scum, Gibbit!"
He proclaims as he continues to throw punches with debuffing effects on them.
Gibbit: "Indeed, I am a charlottin who deserves the words you're sending at me. But make no mistake, just as your side has warriors who turn tides. We do as well and you'd be a simpleton of the highest order to think anything else!"
He dodged the remaining punches before replacing him self with several clones forming the oddest smokescreen you'll ever see.
Beeso: "What the!?"
Dwayne: "Clones huh?"
Morease: "Hm… (There's a clone who bears my essence forming behind me. Are you telling me that he's capable of…)
Gibbit: "Heheheee!!!"
Beeso: "This isn't looking good. (So many clones are popping up, yet, half of the signatures I can sense aren't even near this part of the battlefield. Does that mean-) Oh no."
Dwayne: "Brothah, stop him! CHASE HIMM!!"
Morease: "Stop your tomfoolery and face me, Dwaaaaayne!!" *PEW*
Dwayne: "DAMN!" *PEW*
They all squared off as clones of varying types began to pop up. Each one was bearing a striking resemblance to an enemy a Rebel was facing. Replicating the potent effects that the Illumas caused when they released their illusions. They ripped the scales and gave their entire side a slight chance at victory over their tough opponent if victory wasn't already in sight. It showed that it was now the corrupted warriors turn to shift this battle into their favor. Using physical clones created to mold and fit to the essence of whoever they may be mimicking.
Billiam: "Hmph, it's about damn time we finally got ours, mate. Show these heathens what for!"
Maliik: "Ah… well this will surely be troublesome. Without a focking doubt!!"
Maliik, just as well as many of his partners amongst the rebels. All were busy trying to figure out what they'll be able to do in a situation like this. Where a clone meant to be enveloped by the very essence and influence of the one they're cloning will now be helping that same model. Helping them conquer the wall that is the members of the rebellion army itself. Even the nymphs themselves were cloned and used to finally put an end to the resistance from the Young Striflings. It was a complete one-eighty for the tide of battle and left many already tired combatants on the edge. For they now faced a situation that most would call hopeless.
Gibbit: "Now that Gibbit has made the battlefield a favorable one for us."
Beeso: "I see that, mate. Quite the focking technique you've got here, yeah?"
Gibbit: "Indeed, it is the greatest technique Gibbit could offer to his comrades. These's are created by my unique technique…
Clones of the Great Mold!
Next Chapter: Allow Me to
Introduce My… Presence!!