Burn was well aware that Man's holy magic was doing wonders, but he also knew she was on the fast track to a breakdown. And to top it off, she had basically turned herself into a ghostly cheerleader, hitg her esseo his.
Looks like she's not holding back either.
[Andrishtorin valdrasha var'shori, del'sharthor vararindorin enelenar, val'shara vireln enelendir, val'ethar valrin shorarihara!]
His body was in for some serious decay adown, with the added bonus of a swift cell annihition from the heat and radiation the minute she let go. A cssic case of going down together. But hey, who's ting?
So what?
[Valirin voranori anir dorin, elderin voranorihorin reral valrihorin anuvias des'thara…]
Her voice, oh her voice sounded like it came from the fourth dimension. Like it had a VIP pass from the ic realms, making this very pne of existes own personal dance floor where even vibrations had feelings. It surrouhe spad moved—as if the vibration itself was alive and aware of him.
More than angelic, it was almost surreal. It was so dreamy, almost haunting in its perfe.
But now, finally, he would go on a full offense.
[Ridrendar anuvias reral irindu, senor'astorin vendrathor enulorin valrin, kalenryn vinashara dronedresh, arethorin drinvan vanun'alorihorin vireln alinorin shardu…]
As her voice went from soothing to fiery with a side of extra sass, Burn could feel his power levels shooting through the roof. It wasn't just healing anymore; it was like a power-up for kig butt. Fet holy magic, this was some -level Vision magic stuff.
Her tune was like an arm on all the entments that had been in slumber on his whole body, giving every bit of him a call from the i.
[Aah! Varrin dorashta, ahin tormarin vinaren val, anuvias del'ethorin vireln irindu ka…]
BLAAAAAAAAAAAST!!
SLASH! SLASH! SLASH! SLASH!
“HAHAHAHAHAHAH!”
[Aah! Irivih alinaranen, enalenar shandu ahin vinaren valrin, varenraithorin vanun asthendu ren'rer…!]
"We 't... keep up," the on officer's pupils shook, his body pletely tehe AI keeps rep data overload, the safe output is less than 1%, and the meical arm..."
"I know. Pilots?" the tactical officer asked.
"We're being chased like crazy," the pilot answered. “It bees harder to dodge his attacks the lo goes.”
"Give me something!" the tactical officer yelled, but no one had the answer.
"Let’s execute that maneuver," the co-pilot suddenly proposed.
The tactical officer immediately turo the navigator. The man looked back at him and nodded. Seeing the determination in his eyes, he finally asked, "Do we have all the ditio?"
"Sir, yes, sir," the navigator answered.
"He still chase us even with our ship’s invisibility cloaking teology. We must assume he will be able to ter it," the tactical officer said.
"But if we go faster..." the co-pilot mumbled.
“That means the artificial gravity and stabilizer ihe ship won't fun properly,” the pilot pointed out. “We will experience approximately 25 G’s!”
The tactical officer sneered. "Well, buckle up."
BLAAAAAAAAST!!
BLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAST! BLAST! BLAAAAAST!
Oh, dealing with an unstoppable, infinite-energy powerhouse of a on that scoffs at the cept of cooldowns was just a delightful walk in the park, Burn thought wryly.
Not to mentiht now, he felt like being up against a team of starship crew members who could probably navigate the gaxy blindfolded and still end up with a perfect parking spot at every alien spaceport.
A's not fet the cherry on top—the AI, that brilliant digital sidekick making decisions smoother than a well-greased hyperdrive.
It was as if they had their very own virtual Picard whispering strategic secrets into their ears, making the whole chaotic situation feel like a fantergactic chess match where every move was a checkmate waiting to happen.
Fag this powerhouse of a on was akin t to outwit a group of brainiacs at a pub quiz—except the stakes were way higher than just bragging rights over a pint.
It was a bit like walking into a space-age o where the house always won, and the only way out was to bluff your way through with a poker face even a stoatue would envy.
Oh, the joy of being outnumbered and outgunned, yet still finding a sliver of hope in the seamless coordination of this ragtag team of misfits. Burn and Man was on their wits end—
It was like watg a ic ballet unfold before his eyes, with every move chraphed to perfe, pirouetting through the sky and dodging ser beams like they were ic raindrops. Except it was him.
Burn couldn't help but crack a smile in the face of such overwhelming odds. After all, when life throws you an absolute on with infinite power, you should at least respect it and fight it with everything you got.
“I think there’s something they’re going to try . They’re edging to get out of this knot,” Burn said.
“Is that so?” Man asked, her voice eg in his head. “Should I whip out another song? This one will be just perfect for your personal theme song.”
“Will you… be okay?”
“What do you mean? We’re going to die together. I am going to see the end of this fight.”
“I see. The’s end this at the end of your song.”
[Azorath! Vaelothor! Kel'duran! Vor'shak! Shendren! K'rathem! Venor!]
Burn was surprised when he heard the song. It was such a nostalgie—
It was a war cry of a song.
[Zyth'garoth! Feran'dor! Kel'duran! Vor'shak! Shendren! K'rathem! Venor!]
The invisible spaceship dramatically decided to plunge from the sky. With its face upwards, it unleashed a flurry of attacks on Burn, utilizing not only the power of the White Dwarf but also the ship’s heavy-duty gun.
BLAAAAAAAAAAAST! BLAST! BLAST! BLAST!
Burn raised his eyebrows, saying, “A unique maneuver? Iing.”
Seeing only four of its propulsion engines, it was obvious that the ship wasn’t meant or desigo be piloted like that. They were using some kind of teology to support their maneuver, making it look almost anic.
Now that they increased the uability, there would be more ces for them to unleash White Dwarf’s full potential on nd.
But…
“Are you not dizzy?” Burn muttered. The pressure must’ve been—hah! No matter how impressive their stabilization teology was, the artificial gravity ihat ship must be begging for them to stht now. With this speed—
24 G’s… 26 G’s… 28 G’s…
Burn ughed. Yes! This should be it! “This is what a fight should be like!”
Finally, now they were piloting their ship manually, unleashing the ship’s maximum potential beyond what rogrammed. It wasn't teology; it was them.
Sincerely.
[Kel'syth doranak valen'ytheth, vernothrax doranak ael'vun'dor—]
[Ael'drakul! Ael'drakul!]
"Then," Burn dismounted from the griffin and disappeared.
The tactical officer flinched. "He's tering us!"
[Vor'eth, naluk'ethar dorah elrok? Vora'rok!]
Two different objects in the sky were detected as their targets now. The griffin and Apex Two now moving individually—
"Is it the griffin or Apex Two, whie is the distra?!" the on officer asked—
[Zyra'shak noraku'eth vora'yth! Dor'thaloth shendren vael!]
"The goddess—" the tactical officer's instinct took over. "Attack the goddess!"
BLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAST!!
CRASH!
A sudden jolt ripped through the craft.
“What happened?!”
“One of our propulsion engines, sir!”
It was as if the universe was exag swift retribution for their hubris. The impact sent shockwaves through the ship, causing their bodies to strain against the restraints of their seats.
The tactical officer ahe AI to show him the damage to the ship, and he she camera found Apex Two, his face dark but smiling. With the nguage transtion, they could decipher his mouthing from afar—
“I expected you to attack her,” Burn said. “But how dare you.”
SLASH! SLASH! SLASH!
“We’re down, sir!”
[Azorath! Vaelothor! Kel'duran! Vor'shak! Shendren! K'rathem! Venor!]
Despite the attack hitting her squarely—the song tinued!
Light dispersed as the giant of light spun faster. The goddess smiled, sending an immediate chill down their spines.
“Sir, we have only three propulsion engines left. This imbance is fatal!” the co-pilot reported.
“Fet about bance! Increasing our imbance will make us more uable!” the tactical officer decided to take a risky gamble. “Run the algorithm! Pilots, let’s die. Prepare for 6% output, safe or not, in 10 seds!”
[Eyliya'doroth resh'naeranye na'llethan, feral'dorak ardor'eth ael'kraethan, morathyr'sylph! Qithil'dor ael'sharath!]
Burn smiled. “Finally.”
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The first song is modelled after a very sad song I fot and couldn't find the name, and this warcry of a song is modelled after a poem I made in highschool.