[A/N]: Couple minutes late. My bad.

  The colossal jaws of the Incarnation Of The Hunt widened, threatening to swallow Jon whole. The Princeps Of The Wandering Mutation feeling a violent eruption of lie natured spiritual energy accompany the manifestation of the indomitus shastasaurus.

  Fragment Of Minds surging within him, calculating all of the possible options available to him right this moment, figuring out a method of avoiding the Fragment Of Ichthyosaur.

  [Mine Is The Iron And Gold, The Silver And Copper] considering the idea of shattering the Heretical Chalk Protection on his own in order to activate its spiritual-shield effect. Something that would protect him momentarily but cost him more spiritual energy in the long run to resummon and maintain.

  [Mine Is The Wraiths And Spectres, The Ghosts And Ghouls] calculating how much spear natured spiritual energy he had remaining, wondering if it was possible to manifest a vajra-spear before Ler Setanta swallowed him whole. Considering that he barely possessed enough spiritual energy for one Fragment Of Eradication, it was only considered as a last available option.

  [Mine Is The Seven-Coloured Rainbows Of Light] and the Fragment Of Multicoloured-Mind imagining two distinct possibilities at once, an unforeseen benefit of the dual-fragment pathway. The first being that he could activate his Fragment Of Barrier, warping its effects so that it could be used in tandem with his Fragment Of Eruption.

  The two possessed remarkable synergy, even if their effect description did not state such a thing. The only problem was that he could not chant his carnivorous tree art quick enough in time so as to compliment his imperial tree art.

  That only left one possible option-.

  [Knight Ranked Space-Blink Ring].

  Weave natured spiritual energy rushing from his Mana Core into the spiritual item adorned on his left index finger. Ten percent of all the spiritual energy contained within his Weave Mana Core expended in an instant as his figure was displaced, reappearing thirty-meters away from his original location.

  The Incarnation Of The Hunt and its Incarnated Shadow Hunt clamping their crocodilian-esque jaws down with a bang, chomping down in the space where Jon’s figure once stood.

  Its four golden-irises immediately glancing in the direction of its intended prey, snarling at him and swiping its tail across the ground, carving deep gashes into the hardened biomass beneath it. It did not hesitate for a single moment before charging towards Jon once more, moving in perfect unison with its Ink Shadow Incarnation.

  Jon expending additional spiritual energy in order to summon Assail back to his hands. His minds working in unison as-.

  ‘Wait… why hasn’t Nicolai’s Throne Of Shielded Mountains disappeared with his-.’

  Thoughts interrupted as Avahni’s voice echoed throughout the Hive-Womb Capital.

  “Setanta! Don’t listen to him! Stop attacking Jon and attack Theodore instead!” Avahni shouted, hoping to attract the attention of the indomitus shastasaurus. The colossal beast using one eye to glance at the green-haired figure standing several dozen metres away, vision blurring for a moment before the face of a familiar blonde-haired man overlapped with her own.

  Threads tightening around his conscious and subconscious minds.

  Splitting the Ink Shadow Incarnation off towards this new threat.

  Jibril, Xuanyuan, Annwn Boann and Cualli moving to intercept the Memento Source Item.

  The Wind-Void Sword Scripture flowing spiritual energy into his Imaginary Severance, causing the length of the two-finger-wide blade to extend as he simultaneously activated both his [Wind Sword Scripture] and [Void Sword Scripture]. A testament to the mastery he once possessed in life.

  [Fragment Of Sword]

  [Xuanyuan; Wind-Void Sword Scripture]

  (Summon, Wind, Sword, Technique, Ability, Memento, Sword, Severance, Enhancement)

  Effect (Mortal): Perform a ritual to summon Xuanyuan; Wind-Void Sword Scripture. Xuanyuan was born from the linage of a transcendent human and the Angel Of Emptiness. Xuanyuan dwelled within the right eye after being summoned.

  Xuanyuan is capable of shifting between [Wind Sword Technique] and [Void Sword Technique]. Successful strikes against enemies using the [Wind Sword Technique] inflicts instances of [Broken Wind Scripture] up to a maximum threshold. Successful strikes against enemies [Void Sword Technique] generates instances of [Void Scripture Enlightenment] up to a maximum threshold.

  Xuanyuan possesses the Memento Source Fragment [Kong; Imaginary Severance].

  [Wind Sword Scripture]: Increases physical agility and dexterity. Physical strikes will inflict traces of wind natured damage.

  [Void Sword Scripture]: Increases physical strength and endurance. Physical strikes will inflict traces of void natured damage.

  [Broken Wind-Vein]: Inflicts a continuous wind-natured damage over time effect. Wind natured spiritual energy tears through the void, allowing it to slash through flesh and spirituality. Additional stacks have an additive effect.

  [Void-Vein Enlightenment]: Increases the effectiveness of all abilities with the Wind Trait and Sword Trait. Additional stacks have an additive effect.

  [Kong; Imaginary Severance]: Manifested through the combination of a Sword Mana Core, Fragment Of Severance, Memento Source Fragment, complete Mortal Title [Wind-Void Sword Scripture] and a Mortal Ranked mysterious hilt.

  Kong manifests in the form of a broken sword hilt. Sword natured spiritual energy can be expended to produce an imaginary construct that is both invisible and intangible.

  Kong is capable of launching sword-light waves and sword-light beams from a distance.

  Kong is capable of piercing through spiritual shields and constructs formed from spiritual energy.

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  An achievement that could be utilized by those whose mastery over a Technique Trait ability exceeded the Duke Rank, Xuanyuan’s figure surged with a violent amount of wind and spiritual energy. The manifold enhancements granted to him through Avahni’s Title, Asherah-Shamrock Hair, spiritual items and his own [Void-Vein Enlightenment] increased his physical speed beyond that of any Mortal summoned companion within Springtown.

  The homo adonis rushing to counter the approaching Ink Shadow Incarnation, slashing out with his Memento Source Item producing dozens of sword-light waves with each swing of his hilt.

  The ink-dyed shadow expanding and contracting in order to avoid the sword-light waves. Condensing its size to a tenth of the Incarnation Of The Hunt and swimming through gaps between each wind natured projectile.

  Jibril on the other hand-.

  “Princeps!” Jibril shouted, hoping to catch Jon’s attention. Her arms extended outward casting instances of [Virtuous Extinction] and [Golden Flare] at the same time, curtesy of her Knight Ranked Duality-Spell Wand.

  Both instances striking the Quiet Death Of Light And Virtue head on and causing more cracks to appear on the surface of his Lightless Mirror Reversal.

  “Strike Setanta twenty-three-metes down the length of his underbelly! The scales are thinner between his second-heart and third-stomach! If you can strike that point-.”

  “You can kill him!”

  Jon, Avahni, and Theodore all glancing in the direction of the Virtuous Flame, Grand Creation. The fire-souled messenger ignoring the pointed stares that Avahni sent towards her instead gesturing towards the Regulus, Shamael, and Raflea still fighting against his Hades-Draconian Shadow and Carcosa-Form Horrors.

  Jon hesitating to keep his shadow-mutation and fear-mutation out for much longer knowing that the damage received by both would be reflected back onto him. Each time his Fragment Of Draconian-Shadow or Fragment Of Shapeless-Carcosa was struck by Shamael or Regulus bruises, cuts and hairline fractures would appear all over his limbs and upper body.

  Although the effects of his Fragment Of Regeneration were undeniably powerful, it continued to expend more wood natured spiritual energy that he would have preferred to keep in reserve.

  [Green Is The Flesh, As Red Is The Blood].

  Cuts and scrapes were restored within a matter of seconds. Minor burns and muscle bruising could be regenerated within the span of a single minute. Wounds that revealed bone or punctured veins or arteries required several minutes in order to completely regenerate.

  And the loss of a finger?

  Well-.

  Jon had yet to test out that specific effect.

  He did not bother to verbally respond to Jibril, merely nodding at the fire-souled messenger in response. Switching out several spiritual items that he had currently equipped to his person, Jon instead opted to wield a Knight Ranked Self Talisman and Knight Ranked Knowledge Talisman, alongside his Space-Blink Ring.

  Metal-Thread Pants and Spirit-Protection Shirt swapped out for a Knight Ranked Wind-Vanishing Greaves and Knight Ranked Spell-Armour Shield. The former able to turn him invisible for a per-second mana expenditure while the latter capable of expanding into a spiritual shield construct which absorbed damage based on how much mana flowed into it.

  “I’ll end this in a single blow…” Jon muttered to himself, racing off in a wide arc, avoiding both the Incarnation Of The Hunt and the Quiet Death Of Light And Virtue. Additional weave natured spiritual energy flowing into his Wind-Vanishing Greaves.

  Theodore watching from afar as Jon’s figure vanished behind a veil of wind. His brows narrowing as he activated his Fragment Of Foresight hoping to discern the direction from where Jon would strike.

  [Providence Of The Third Eye].

  An illusory third-eye manifesting between his brows, capable of glimpsing up to five seconds into his immediate future. The Fragment Of Karma that he integrated into it at Knighthood allowing him to peer into the karmic bonds that connected one individual to another.

  Although it was technically not a sensory-type ability and did require a target in order to be used, he did not plan on using its effects on Jon or himself. Instead targeting the green-haired woman spouting commands to her fire-souled messenger and ordinance staghorn.

  Dozens of ribbon-shaped karmic ties blooming from her chest, some stretching towards the sky, beyond distances that he was incapable of comprehending. While others stretched towards the rest of Springtown, some connecting her to Sariel, Wilheim, Mael, Delila, Aerilayna and the others.

  Several tying her to her summoned companions. Xuanyuan, Jibril, Annwn Boann, Cualli, and even Rhidian and Ortlinde still fighting outside. One even connecting her to the Incarnation Of The Hunt…

  While another connected her to-.

  “There Setanta! There he is!” Theodore shouted, pointing in the direction where one of her ribbons ended without a trace.

  Ink Shadow Incarnation slithering towards the location where Theodore pointed. Ler Setanta swimming through the air after it, claws surging with a potent lie natured spiritual energy. Despite having been found even with the effects of his Wind-Vanishing Greaves concealing himself, Jon did not falter.

  ‘Fuck wasting spiritual energy on more fighting!’

  ‘I’ll finish this fight by targeting the root cause of my problems directly!’

  Spear natured spiritual energy flowing straight from his Mana Core into his Fragment Of Eradication. Muttering the chant to manifest his twin vajra-spears under his breath, knowing full that he was still under the effects of [Wrath Is The Paradise Whispered On Thou Lips].

  “I am tranquillity, the silver destruction which shatters the boundless firmament.”

  The Ink Shadow Incarnation inched itself closer and closer towards him with each passing moment. Moving in random, chaotic patterns in order to prevent itself from being struck by the Wind-Void Sword Scripture.

  The Virtuous Flame, Grand Creation keeping Itsumade at bay, Avahni showing signs of mana exhaustion as the size of her flaming wings shrunk, losing both its lustre and brightness. Her eyes glancing in his direction, widening as she felt the familiar emanations of ‘eradication’ concepts overflow from his Mana Core.

  “Don’t worry about the Son Of Wolves And Hunger or the Decadent Princess Of Beautiful Luxuria. I’ve recalled both Rhidian and Ortlinde in order to assist with the battle.” Avahni shouted, surging earth natured and lightning natured spiritual energy through her Fragment Of Alcohol and Fragment Of Fey.

  The Father Of Spirits And Souls manifesting beside the Three Daughters Of Destruction.

  The lightning fey and wine spirit fey both glancing in Jon’s direction before nodding, both activating their Memento Source Items in unison.

  [Hathor; Haze Of Flowing Stupor].

  [Geir; Reflection Of Destruction].

  Bryn; First Sister Of Destruction and Thrud; Third Sister Of Destruction appearing beside their middle sister, taking to the air while constructing lightning-natured constructs in each hand.

  “I am severance, the gracious death which accompanies the birth of truth and justice.”

  Hades-Draconian Shadow and Carcosa-Form Horrors slithering their way back to him. Although not sentient in the same sense as a summoned companion the two pseudo-independent mutations were akin to pets that always accompanied him regardless of where he went.

  Despite their unique characteristics the two were amongst the strongest abilities he had in his possession, each rivalling the effectiveness of the White Devil Of The Ninth Circle or the Threaded-Heart Of Terminus Est.

  Jon took a deep breath; eyes firmly placed on Theodore’s figure roughly seventy-metres from his current position. He was well aware that he was in possession of his own teleportation-type ability and that Itsumade was also capable of ‘diverting’ or ‘reflecting’ senses using his Memento Source Item.

  “I am extinction, the divine judgement which severs the concepts of karma and sin, delivering all to the depths of mine imaginary annihilation!”

  Although there was one thing, regardless of what manner of abilities he possessed, that Theodore could not hide or even obscure from him.

  Breath hitching as he leapt high up into the air.

  Verdant coloured spiritual constructs manifesting all around him, illuminating the insides of the Hive-Womb Capital with an overwhelming amount of green. The Princeps Of The Wandering Mutation within him, locking onto the Quiet Death Of Light And Virtue still fighting against Xuanyuan and Jibril.

  ‘Regardless of what level of threat Setanta might pose at the end of the day.’

  ‘He is still just a Mortal!’

  His arm thrusting forward, rushing to stab the blood-night acerodon square in the chest. More than a dozen indestructible vajra-spears mimicking the action, shooting forward and crashing down onto the Fragment Of Bat.

  His world blurring for a moment as a flash of blood natured spiritual energy streaked past his face.

  Eyes widening in horror as Shamael’s figure pushed Itsumade out of the way, throwing himself between Jon and his intended target.