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Chapter 966: Visions
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With Bestellen defeated, the world of Spiritias changed slightly. The Ancient Gods that remained alive, all of them carried a Divinity, a powerful pillar of the entire world that had yet to go back to its origins, the Holy Spirits.
In the past, many things happened, wars between power beings, and even the birth of many Gods, the Holy Spirits were only able to awaken their consciousness in the last thousands of years only, there were whole eras led by different beings, the Holy Spirits only being mindless pillars of existence.
However, after the war that Bestellen had described, the ancient races numbers quickly dropped, and most of the Ancient Gods died. Perhaps because of this, their lingering Divinities, which they had cultivated through eons, flew back where they originally came from, the Holy Spirits.
This, as a result, slowly gave them their power, personalities, charismas, and parts of their intelligence. Over time, because of the death of these Ancient Gods and Divine Spirits, the Holy Spirits were able to develop intelligence and personalities.
However, there were some Ancient Gods that remained, Bestellen, bitter and mad, was one of them. Once known as the White Dragon, his powers brought destruction to the battlefield, as he was known as a ruthless fighter that took over any territory he wanted where there were resources for him to devour.
However, after the last war, although he survived thanks to his immense strength, he had been greatly wounded, scars covered his body and his wings had been broken, making him unable to fly again.
He decided to recover for the next thousands of years while eating at the mountain's resources for hundreds of thousands of years, as the world around him moved forwards, and the Era of Humans, Dwarves, Elves, and Beast-kin started, now led by the Holy Spirits that "awakened" from their slumber.
With his death, that powerful Divinity he lost, a "Small Fragment of Heaven" as some of the Ancient Gods called it, slowly flew towards the one that had slain him, Blake. His gigantic, vampiric bat figure slowly transformed back to his youthful appearance.
He looked in awe at what surged out of Bestellen's body, not only was his Soul Flame utterly gigantic, but the large glass-like piece overflowing with silver and white colored divinity was something out of this world.
A key for him to grow even stronger, the power of an Ancient God that could give him the chance to actually win against someone like Fafnir, a "young" Divine Dragon, that unlike Bestellen, was still at his peak, and which Blake speculated might have become one of the Archdemon's vessel.
"This power..." He smiled, quickly grabbing it. "With this, perhaps fighting Fafnir won't be considered an unrealistic dream anymore."
His hand touched the glass-like fragment, as its divine powers covered his entire body, the fragment flew into his body, instead of becoming one back with the world, it simply found a new owner.
FLAAASH!
The light consumed Blake entirely, as he immediately dropped over the floor, without moving, and without saying another word.
Flashing lights. Golden skies. Floating islands. Warriors with feathered wings, wearing golden armor and holding mighty divine weapons. A large portal above the skies, a gate, a fracture in reality, leading to a world of eternal brightness.
They descended, pointing their weapons at the inhabitants of our world, Spiritias. The Ancient Gods and the Ancient Spirits, all of them banded together, enemies became allies, everyone fought to protect their world.
Now I understand why Bestellen said the Demons were nothing compared to them. These beings that came by the millions were nothing but Angels, powerful and mighty, they slain hundreds of people in mere seconds.
Only the strongest of the Ancient Gods of Spiritias were able to face them, many died against the Archangels, however, slain by their overwhelmingly powerful divine weapons. Compared to the angels, demons were nothing but wild beasts.
Led by their supreme father, God, they kept attempting to steal this world from its inhabitants, something I never thought Angels would do, as they often preached to be pacifists that only fought when their lives were in danger.
However, the images kept moving on, showing the angels finally retreating after almost defeating their foes. Their loses were also considerable, and unlike demons, they couldn't keep endlessly producing allies and armies, they were very strong, but had a limited amount.
They retreated, and the portal closed.
It was incredible, for such brave ancient gods and warriors to battle off a threat that could have easily wiped out an entire galaxy of planets and civilizations with ease.
This world was strong, without a doubt!
"E-Everyone... Hahh... Am I... Am I the only one left?"
And amidst the battlefield covered with blood and corpses, there was a single white dragon standing, his wings destroyed, one of his arms broken, his face scarred.
Yet he survived it all.
"Everyone... died..."
It was Bestellen.
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