Colchis - 831.M30
The air grew heavy with anticipation as you stepped into the arena to face Sutekh, the ancient sorcerer imbued with the dark power of the God he served. The world seemed to ripple around him, reality warping and bending to his will. You could feel the oppressive weight of his malevolent presence pressing down on you even as you soared through the air, but you stood firm, channeling your Ego to counter his reality-warping abilities.
Sutekh raised his hand, and the battlefield responded like a pool disturbed by a stone, its surface shimmering with the somber colors of the underworld. From a Dead God, a booming voice echoed, pronouncing judgment on the interloper who dared to trespass on its domain. You stood your ground, unyielding and free, like a leaf on the wind whistling with the sounds of distant industry.
With a flick of his wrist, Sutekh unleashed a torrent of dark energy, the air around you crackling with dark power. You countered with your own abilities, shaping the wind into weapons of war, tools of disassembly forged from the very essence of reality. Spectral blades and hammers whirled around you, each one a testament to your mastery over the forces you commanded.
The two of you clashed again, the ground beneath you shuddering under the force of your combined powers. Each blow sent shockwaves rippling through the air, distorting reality itself. The somber colors of the underworld shimmered and shifted, the landscape becoming a chaotic canvas painted by your conflict.
As you fought, you realized that brute force alone would not be enough to defeat Sutekh. His reality-warping abilities were formidable, but there was a deeper, darker power within him that you needed to address. You decided to target the soul within Sutekh, hoping to disrupt the very core of his being and turn the tide of the battle.
You channeled your energy, focusing on the spiritual essence that animated Sutekh. With a surge of will, you reached out, attempting to grasp the soul within him and exert your influence. The air around you grew heavy, and the very fabric of reality seemed to buckle under the strain of your efforts.
For a moment, you felt a connection, a fleeting glimpse of the soul within Sutekh. It was a dead, twisted thing, pulsing with divine energy and echoing the presence of a Dead God. You steeled yourself, pouring your strength into the connection, trying to wrench control from Sutekh and turn his own power against him.
But as you delved deeper, you encountered a violent rebuke. A surge of dark energy erupted from within Sutekh, crashing into your mind like a tidal wave. The force of it was staggering, and you felt yourself being pushed back, the connection severed as if by a razor-sharp blade. Pain lanced through your head, and you staggered, struggling to regain your footing.
Sutekh's eyes blazed with fury, and a harsh, mocking and Divine laughter echoed through the shattered landscape.
You gritted your teeth, anger and frustration boiling within you. The rebuke had been powerful, but it had also revealed something crucial: Sutekh's soul was not entirely his own. It was bound to and drew upon the power of the Dead God that empowered him. You had glimpsed the truth, and it gave you a glimmer of hope, a potential weakness to exploit.
But for now, you needed to survive. You drew upon the last reserves of your strength, shaping the wind into a defensive barrier as Sutekh advanced, his eyes gleaming with intent. The battle was far from over, and you knew you would need every ounce of your power and cunning to emerge victorious.
The ground beneath you cracked and splintered as Sutekh unleashed another torrent of dark energy. You deflected it with a sweep of your spectral blades, the impact sending a jolt of pain through your arms. Each clash was a test of endurance, a brutal contest of wills that left you battered and bruised.
Despite the pain, you pressed on, refusing to back down. The memory of the connection you had felt, however fleeting, fueled your determination. Sutekh's soul was not invulnerable; it could be reached, could be affected. You just needed to find the right approach, the right moment to strike.
As you dodged another of Sutekh's attacks, you felt a surge of energy, a flicker of something new within you. It was as if the very essence of your being had been awakened by the struggle, a dormant power coming to life in response to the threat before you. You harnessed it, channeling it into your attacks, each strike imbued with a newfound intensity.
The battle raged on, the landscape around you becoming a twisted reflection of the chaos and power unleashed in your struggle. You knew you were outmatched in raw power, but you had something Sutekh did not: the ability to adapt, to learn from each clash and grow stronger. With each moment, you edged closer to the truth, to the key that would unlock your victory.
But Sutekh was relentless, his attacks growing more ferocious as he sensed your determination. He would not yield easily, and you could see the shadow of the Dead God looming behind him, its judging gaze fixed upon you. The weight of its presence was suffocating, but you refused to be cowed.
In the midst of the chaos, you felt a moment of clarity, a brief respite where the noise and fury of the battle seemed to fade away. You took a deep breath, focusing on the core of your being, on the power that had been awakened within you. This was your chance, your moment to turn the tide.
The clash was titanic, the arena becoming a battleground of shifting realities. Sutekh's power pushed against you relentlessly, seeking to overwhelm and consume. But you held your ground, your will unbroken. Every step you took, every strike you made, was a testament to your unyielding determination.
Sutekh's attacks were relentless, his reality-warping abilities creating a hell around you. Tendrils of dark energy lashed out, seeking to ensnare and crush you. You flew through the storm, the tools of disassembly slicing through the tendrils with precision and grace. But for every attack you deflected, another took its place, the power of the Dead God making Sutekh's assault seemingly endless.
You fought with everything you had, wielding power beyond what you previously had been capable of. Each clash of forces sent shockwaves through the arena, the ground trembling beneath your feet. The somber colors of the underworld clashed with the spectral light of your Anima Banner, creating a dazzling display of raw power and determination.
But despite your efforts, you found yourself constantly on the back foot. Sutekh's power was immense, his mastery over unreality a formidable challenge. You could feel the strain of the battle wearing on you, each moment a test of your resolve. Yet, you fought on, driven by the knowledge that surrender was not an option.
The battle raged on, neither side gaining the upper hand. The Dead God's laughter once again echoed through the arena, a dark and sinister sound that seemed to mock your efforts. But you ignored it, focusing on the task at hand. You moved through the air with the grace of a leaf on the wind, your movements fluid and precise. The tools of disassembly danced around you, striking with lethal accuracy.
As the fight continued, you could feel the strain on both sides. Sutekh's attacks grew more desperate, his abilities faltering under the relentless assault of your will.
The stalemate stretched on and both of you paused. You knew that the battle was far from over, but you also knew that you would not back down. You would fight until the very end, no matter the cost.
Then the fight resumed. Sutekh lashed out, twisting the very fabric of existence around you. He raised his hand, and the air around you shimmered, a spectral hand formed from the mouth of the Dead God, its fingers closing around you with crushing force. You countered, shaping the wind into weapons of war that sliced through the spectral hand, freeing yourself from its grasp.
Despite your efforts, Sutekh's attacks only grew more brutal and precise. He landed a powerful blow that sent you flying through the air, pain searing through your body. As you struggled to regain flight, shadows surrounded Sutekh as you cursed him with bad luck.
Feeling trapped and desperate, you drew upon every ounce of your strength. The curse was just enough to keep you in the fight. You knew it was barely enough to survive, but you had no choice. You had to push forward, no matter the cost.
With a guttural shout, you began to speak the ancient and forbidden language of Enuncia, channeling your anima through the Words. The words tore through the air like a storm, reality buckling under their weight. Some of your attacks hit their mark, but Sutekh's dark power healed the wounds almost as quickly as you inflicted them. He roared in defiance, his eyes blazing with the fury of the Dead God that empowered him.
Your body ached, your energy waning with each passing moment. You knew you couldn't keep this up forever. In a final, desperate bid to turn the tide, you channeled the power of Solar Hero Style. Golden light enveloped you, and you felt a surge of strength and determination. With a mighty war cry, you launched yourself at Sutekh, striking him with the force of a falling star.
The blow landed squarely, sending Sutekh flying across the battlefield. He crashed into the ground, the impact shaking the very earth beneath him. Seizing the opportunity, you spoke a final, devastating word of Enuncia, aiming for Sutekh's core. The word tore through the air, a lance of raw power that struck Sutekh with unerring precision.
For a moment, time seemed to stand still. Sutekh's form shuddered, the dark power within him writhing in agony. Then, with a final, anguished cry, he collapsed, the light in his eyes fading to nothing. The echo of the Dead God within him was silenced, and the battlefield fell eerily quiet.
You flew over Sutekh's fallen form, your breath ragged, your body trembling with exhaustion. You had won, but at a great cost, but the sight of the defeated Godly Artifact brought a sense of hard-won relief. You had triumphed, but the scars of the struggle would linger long after the dust settled.
Settra watched this from the sidelines, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of various emotions. He stepped forward, his imposing figure casting a long shadow over the battlefield. The aura of power and authority that surrounded him was palpable, and as he approached, you could see the respect in his gaze.
"Impressive," Settra said, his voice resonating with genuine admiration. "You have shown remarkable power and skill, but more importantly, you have retained your humanity. It is a rare quality, one that I greatly respect."
As Settra spoke, a sudden movement caught your eye. To your astonishment, Sutekh's body began to stir. The divine construct slowly pushed himself up from the ground, his stone body mending before your very eyes. Stone knit together, and limbs realigned with sickening ease, the wounds you had inflicted vanishing as if they had never existed.
Your expression of disbelief must have been evident, for Settra chuckled softly. "Do not be alarmed. You have won your fight. Sutekh's power to restore himself is formidable, but it does not negate your victory. He may rise again, but he will bear the mark of this defeat for all time."
Settra clapped his hands. "You have proven yourself worthy in the eyes of the gods and men alike. This battle has ended. Now, who is next?"
RESULTS
You did not permanently kill him as his core, the soul, is protected from damage from all sources but one and only one thing. If you knew that one Weakness, then MHM would have killed him permanently.
Now that Fan is aware that such things are possible, you are free to use charms to try and find out if future enemies have such a protection and what their weakness is.
GAINS:
Essence Rating increased from 2 to 3
[X]-1 [X]-2 [X]-2 [X]-2 [X]-2 [X]-2 []-5 []Inc (X - Agg damage) - 6 hours of rest required to heal.
Willpower: 2/10
Essence Pool: 7/15
Anima Powers now Consider Enuncia to be similar enough to Sorcery for them to apply. So at Iconic Anima, you do not need to spend Willpower to use Enuncua.
CHOICE:
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