Void Spawn - A litrpg adventure fantasy

As they all approached the door, it began to slowly open, revealing the Omens inside, all ready and waiting for them. They knew they were coming; they were simply patiently waiting.

Now it had come. The climax of this event.

As the two opposing sides clashed gazes, the tension in the air grew sharper and sharper. Samael's focus landed on Transcendent Omen at the centre of it all, sitting at the golden throne and watching everything unfold like a king.

Samael could feel the danger he posed. But he and Hammel were two transcendent humans. He was alone.

Without words, with simply nothing but intuition and violence, the omens charged forth, followed by Samael's squad.

The two opposing forces clashed, causing the place to shudder under the sheer impact of astral pressures colliding. Their elements filled the air, causing the environment to warp chaotically.

Samael's figure blurred as he exchanged blades with two saints, drawing arcs and hacking away with precisely placed blows and controlled power.

With utter ease, he dominated them as he swiftly noticed their dynamic, ensuring one attacked while the other constantly defended, pushing them out of their fields.

As the first omen charged forth, he sent two sharp blows towards Samael's neck and head, attempting to kill him directly as taught to them. However, a well-placed parry caused his weapon to shift to the side, allowing Samael enough leverage to gather Void matter upon his palm as he threw a straight jab, blowing a hole through his head cleanly.

Watching his comrade's corpse fly to the other end of the room, the remaining Saint Omen attempted to utilise Samael's momentary drop of guard.

Unfortunately, it was all but a gap.

As the omen's weapon streaked in the air and landed on Samael's shoulder, it exploded into a flock of birds, charging over his face and pecking away at whatever they could, momentarily blinding him.

Losing his sight was nothing short of a death sentence. Samael was simply the reaper.

The omen attempted to step back when a hand grabbed his head, squeezing his skull as a loud crack echoed in the air, followed by a dense thud.

Samael's gaze shifted back to the man sitting at the throne. He was going to need more than this to make this harder for him.

Samael was rageful; he couldn't help but see the faces of the people they stuffed within those metal boxes, strapped unto wires to slowly burn out and die. The fear they must have felt, not knowing when death will come. But also knowing it will come no matter what they do.

Taking a step forward, the man before Samael slowly stood from his golden throne, a chain falling off his sleeve along with the sharp, silver edge of a small scythe. "Come."

Samael's jaw tightened as his grip on Void Raven hardened. Slowly, his bloodlust leaked forth as the Omens couldn't help but stagger for a moment before the transcendent assassin brought out his own, evening the battlefield.

For a moment, time itself seemed to have halted, freezing for a brief second before their figures blurred, leaving nothing but shockwaves.

Clashing hard, the two blades caused ripples and flashes of steel to fly in the air, causing a thundering clang that everyone within felt and heard.

"Shit!" Hammel roared under the shockwave as he sent another swift slash, killing another Omen. "Step back! Don't get caught!"

Staring at each other's gaze, Samael gritted his teeth as he dragged his blade down, causing the scythe to be misaligned for a brief moment.

Exploiting this gap, Samael raised his two fingers, swinging them upwards as a plethora of black spikes shot from the cold floor.

But the omen was not going to easily fall.

Moving with hastened speed, he sent forth a chain, Samael's weapon, wrapping it around for a moment as he dragged the man close before kicking him away and creating a space in between.

Sliding back, Samael groaned as he felt the cracked Void skin on his stomach, the tendrils of light disintegrating off Void Raven.

"Petty tricks," The Omen uttered in a cold, dead, raspy voice. It held no emotion, simply purpose.

"Your light ends here," Samael replied through sealed teeth as he blasted forward, sending two dark daggers beforehand.

Enhancing his speed once more, the man weaved left and sharply dropped right, nimbly avoiding the knives as he whipped the steel chain, causing the scythe to greet Samael.

Deflecting the blade, Samael attempted to advance when the omen dragged it back fast, causing the scythe to promptly return.

Sensing it, Samael bent his body sideways. Unfortunately, the Omen's plan worked as the Scythe wrapped around Void Raven instead.

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Dragging the chain back, Samael was brought along, seeing he would not let go of his blade.

As he flew closer, he manifested a blade created through light, jabbing forward as the luminous edge made way for the man's forehead.

But he was not the only one with tricks.

As the blade neared inches from Samael's head, his figure exploded into a frenzy of ravens, causing the transcendent to block as the birds went past him.

Reforming behind the man, Samael delivered a sharp slash, words leaving his mouth.

"Void Cleave".

A flash of black blitzed in the air as blood splattered on the floor, painting it murky crimson as the Omen before him staggered back, a deep wound present on his shoulder, ripping through his trap muscle.

Two other Omens were slaughtered by the ongoing wave before it completely vanished in the air.

Samael exhaled, forming a small mist as he looked at the suffering wound of the man. The gash was unable to regenerate properly as the Void matter continued to pester it.

"You will pay for that," the man groaned, blood trailing down his arm. Even an omen trained to endure torture could not stand before Samael's Void Raven.

"Make me," Samael taunted as he took a low stance.

The Omen dragged his chain back, spinning the scythe rapidly as it began to leave afterimages.

Taking the initiative, a gust of Void smoke exploded outwards, causing the man to take a defensive approach as his gaze shifted back and forth in the shifting Void.

Affected by its effects, he hissed as he felt the surface of his skin begin to burn while his clothes began to rip apart.

Sending a raven forth, the omen sharply turned to it but restrained itself at the last moments before swinging back behind him.

The scythe hummed as it struck a solid creature. But not Samael.

The omen's eyes widened as he watched another raven disintegrate as he attempted to recover. Unfortunately, Samael was way faster, as multiple needles fired from the depths, lodging themselves on the man's shoulders.

Unable to perceive it right away, his response was rather slow as he rapidly rotated his blade again, blocking the remaining needles.

A hiss escaped his lips as his shoulder began to darken further, disintegrating lumps of flesh and skin every passing second.

Enraged, the Omen released a loud roar as he whipped his weapon, infusing it with Light as it formed a translucent aura. As the blade circled around him, so did the void matter, blown back by the intense wind.

As the shadows were pushed back, the man's eyes paced around the room to find Samael nowhere. Relying on his senses, he flinched as he pushed himself away, a blade ripping his ear off and shattering half his mask.

A loud boom thundered in the air as Void Raven landed on the cold stone before Samael's body dropped beside it.

Sensing the man's weakening power, Samael's gaze sharpened as he blasted forward, his figure becoming nothing but a blur as he closed the distance rapidly.

But the omen was not out of options either.

Raising his scythe forward, a surge of light gathered at its midst, forming and manifesting as though the starry night sky itself.

Samael's eyes widened as he smashed his feet down, forcefully halting himself as the ground beneath him cracked. Pushed forward like a carpet sliding off.

"BEHIND ME! NOW!" Samael roared.

Hammel's eyes bolted open as he too dashed behind Samael, activating his own subzone to protect Arthur and the rest.

Without time to spare, Samael himself decided to go all in as he chanted in return.

"Subzone."

"Dying Light".

"Heavenly body."

For mere seconds, reality itself seemed to crack as a show of lights, death and destruction showered the room. Turning stones to dust, pillars to ash and bodies to bones as the two subzones collided.

At its midst, a small point called the Eye manifested as the two subzones attempted to rip each other to shreds.

Samael's groans echoed in the air while blood began to trickle from the Omen's lips.

Slowly, Samael slid back as he buried his feet in the very earth, steadying himself no matter the cost.

Hammel himself felt his bones shake. He was a Transcendent, yet he could not hope to compare to the sheer power of the two's domains.

But something else worried him more. If their clash continued, the fortress itself may fall apart!

Samael knew this, so he pushed to his full extent as he slowly marched forth, one step at a time.

The omen felt his feet slide back. The man's subzone was superb, unlike anything he had witnessed. How could a person hold so much power?

Yet, he was not worried.

Stepping forward another time, Samael felt the subzone of the man weaken when he felt a pit in his gut. His eyes widened as he paled, shifting his gaze forward as he felt a shiver run down his spine.

Behind the assassin, the object they had been hiding behind cloth had been unveiled.

The weapon lies long and lean, like a lance forged for giants, yet without a blade or string. Its frame is a seamless spine of blackened metal, etched with fine inlays of silver and copper that glint like veins of fire beneath obsidian skin.

As Samael's instincts screamed to him of danger, he shifted his gaze towards Hammel as light slowly engulfed the room; the sound of lightning arcing buzzed as he tried to call out to the man.

But to no avail.

It was simply too late.

A blinding flash devoured the room whole as the ear-shattering roar of lightning thundered in the air, bringing forth heat and death as a blue beam blitzed dead ahead.

Everyone's gaze watched as the blue beam ripped apart and disintegrated stone like blowing dust away. All it touched was simply gone, rid of this reality.

At that moment, only a single word bellowed from Elyria.

BOOOMMM!!!

Dust rose in the air as the very foundations of the fortress shook. Pillars toppled over, crushing some of the Omens while the three subzones were swiftly disabled.

As the dust began to settle, Samael stood amidst the destruction, the other half of his arm and parts of his torso completely eradicated, leaving a seared mess of gore.

Blood splurged out of Samael's lips as he staggered back, his gaze shifting towards the Omen who stood there, who himself was surprised by the sheer destruction.

Looking behind, Samael's brows trembled as he looked at the massive hole over Hammel's chest, his eyes fixated upon Samael's.

"Cap...?" Hammel muttered as his figure smashed down on the cold floor.

Samael's ears felt deafened. The explosion had caused damage to his ears. He felt nauseous, in excruciating pain and confusion as he looked at Arthur and the others trying to shake clarity upon Hammel's now glassy eyes.

He was dead.

Just like that, he was gone.

"Praise be Taranius," the Omen muttered as Samael heard a snap on his ears.

Slowly turning to the man, he felt an infernal heat begin to rise on his chest.

At that moment, there was but one thing on his mind.

Murder.