In the dimension of Watoomb
I stood in the center of a brown-yellow stone temple, looking like sandstone used to build a pyramid or something.
The surroundings were completely closed, with no windows or any hole, not even doors.
The shape of the building looked like a pyramid, triangles embracing each other, with golden flames on the top of the ceiling, casting light down to see the interior.
In front of me was a waterfall that people probably created themselves, not naturally occurring. It was about 10 meters high, flowing down from a golden brick base, down a straight line with bricks of the same color surrounding it to prevent the water from splashing out. And at the top of the waterfall, there was a gentle, colorless wind, but it looked like a vortex floating slowly.
"You… Watoomb?" I greeted uncertainly, because I didn't know what form the owner of this dimension would take. Would it be the wind floating above the waterfall, the waterfall itself, or some brick or stone?
"Or maybe it was the flame floating above. . . Guess, you don't see me." A man's voice that sounded like a carefree, easygoing wind that was ready to fly anywhere resounded around me. I couldn't distinguish where the speaker was, but one thing was for sure, he was like Cyttorak
that is he heard what I was thinking in my mind clearly.
"A carefree man... You define my voice like this. Well... It's strange, but I can't deny that once when I was a normal human I had the habit of wandering, exploring the wide world like the wind that was free of any ties."
"Uh... yes." I could only answer like this because I didn't know what to do next.
"I don't know what to do? Have you... forgotten the purpose of coming to see me?"
"Oh, right." I nodded to steady myself. It seemed that visiting the temple of the wind god made me feel light, airy, and comfortable, forgetting my initial desire before I touched the gem to warp across dimensions to come to him.
"That's right, what you think. My wind has that feature. But the fact that you quickly realized with my one sentence warning is... good. It's no wonder that Her Majesty chose you."
"Thank you." I responded briefly before taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly, calming myself down, and telling my purpose
I want to learn the Watoomb Wind Spell to replenish my magic arsenal. It's an important card to control the battle situation.
"To make my wind be a wind of victory that will blow away all the obstacles that are trying to destroy the world... It's a beautiful and sincere idea... It's different from others who just want to ask for the Wind Element Spell to fight their enemies.
They don't think as seriously or as determined to protect the world as you... But it's true that Cyttorak said that you are a person who is steadfast in your ideals... Death Killer, take this my wind. Let's have the conditions... like Cyttorak. Good luck."
And in the next blink, I realized that I was sitting on a chair in the library. Along with the ticklish feeling on my left ring finger, a black T appeared, indicating that I had used the power of D E A T. Only the H on my left pinky finger was left, and that would make up the five fingers on my left hand.
"The sixth spell, the Wind of Watoomb, has been obtained." I smiled faintly as I turned my left palm up, summoned a small storm to gently swirl, and controlled it to pull the spell owner's book up sending it flying back to the shelf.
"It only took me ten minutes to learn the Wind of Watoomb spell. We really cheated."
"Yes." The two voices of the owner of the band and wind spells sounded together causing me to chuckle and get up and twist my body a little out of habit even though my body and shoulders were not sore right now.
"Ah… what should I do next? It's not even 9 a.m. yet. There are still two hours before the 11 a.m. martial arts training appointment" I asked myself as I thought about what to do.
However, I didn't expect Cyttorak Or Watoomb will answer anything back But both of them spoke in unison again
"Go learn the sword of the Vishanti"
"The sword of the Vishanti?" I frowned in confusion. "How is it different from the Mystic Art of the Vishanti?"
"It's different in power, intensity, or you could say it's sacred." Cyttorak replied in a firm voice, like a boxer who throws a straight hook punch. If it hits the chin in the Upper Cut stance, it's ready to knock out the opponent immediately.
"Compared to the general Mystic Art, it's like a gentle wind. The sword of the magic is a sharp wind, ready to cut the flesh and skin of the enemy," Watoomb replied by comparing it to his personal spells in a visual way.
"Thank you , tutors" I said softly before walking to the spellbook that both of them recommended.
"Who's your tutor! You must think that I'm a boxer who speaks little but hits hard, right!!"
"Heh, boxer tutor Let Citto be the only one."
"What did you say, Watoomb!?"
I shook my head and thought to myself, before becoming the Lord of the Scarlet Dimension, Cyttorak should have been a boxer or an MMA fighter, judging from his muscular body. As for Watoomb, I haven't seen his appearance yet, but I guess he's a traveler who likes to travel. That's why he became the entity that holds the Wind Magic?
"If you're going to fight, can you fight amongst yourselves? I'm getting a headache from your voices." I said softly while holding the Tome Sword of Vishanti. The cover was dark blue. It wasn't as thick as the first two books. There probably weren't any sealed gems inside, but it was thick enough that if I just looked at it it would take me two to three hours to finish reading it.
"No way. If we don't talk through you as a middleman, my messages, voices, and emotions won't reach to Cyttorak" Watoomb replied in a relaxed tone. He wasn't bothered at all that I had become the emotional fight field of the Lord of Magic.
"That's right. Because of the contract with Vishanti, I and the other beings who lost to that guys can't contact each other, except through someone else's head. You're the most suitable because you have the mental state emotions and magic that can be a good emotional field for us."
"If it were anyone else, they would have gone crazy and gone mad," Watoomb added to Cyttorak explanation which made me not know whether to be happy or sad to be honored by both of them like this.
"Uh… Is there a way to open a separate chat room for you two to talk without disturbing my concentration?"
"I don't think there is" Cyttorak replied immediately, unlike Watoomb who was quiet for a while before replying,
"There should be, but I haven't found it yet… You use the power of the Queen, absorb the essence from the book of the Sword of the Vishanti. You will enter a trance for an hour, so that I can talk to Cytto, whom I haven't talked to in almost 50 years."
"absorb the essence… not study, but absorb the essence, absorb the knowledge that Stephen Strange will be able to practice the Sword of the Vishanti in the next 13 days complete in the next hour. . . Ah, okay. Let's talk it out. Don't let my mind, soul, and spirit get distracted while you guys talk."
My left eye twitched frequently, but I couldn't do anything more than worry. At least there was a guarantee that both of them listened to the "Queen of Death" request. They shouldn't do anything bad to me, who was like her beloved child… right?
"H- The Sword of Vishanti" My left pinky lightly tapped the book. My consciousness slowly faded. It was the symptom of someone who was about to faint. It was a feeling that I was used to. At least it was better than the sharp, throbbing headache I had when I first received the power of DEATH. And the last thing I heard before everything went black was...
"Cyttorak… is that guy really going to invade the Earth dimension?"
"Of course. The Queen asked us to help Strange with that Law kid in his body. He's definitely going to come."
"Will Vishanti appear to help us deal with that guy?"
"I think he'll appear. Even if it's against it own rules."
"Then, should we... continue to take over the world together?"
"Heh, let's see how things go. At that time, little Law might lose, and there won't be any more worlds left in this 7th reality to take over."
'Umm... can you guys wait until I'm really unconscious before talking about this headache? What the hell is that thing!?'