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Chapter 1418 In Death and Time (2)

1418 In Death and Time (2)

Time descended from Consternals in the wider reality had wound into a distorted shape after mixing with countless irregular, horrid phenomena. In the end, it formed this shape: a great turtle-like beast, thriving with powers that could end worlds.

The creature was made of countless coils of greenish-white bound together in uninform patterns. The great flat shell on its back was an astounding beam of plain white light over which three unimaginably vast spears revolved, their tips pointed downward.

Where flippers should have protruded from its shell, muscular human-like humans with crooked, ugly nails could be seen, twitching to disturb the void every few seconds. They were six limbs in the total, some longer than others.

It was the creature's face that caused the most horror. It was mix of human and turtle with irregular patches of soft white light on its head acting as hairs. There was such vivid wrinkling on it that the shadows forming on the face made it look like parts of it had been gouged out. And as though this was not enough to vex the mind, the Chronocle Fiend's eternally oblivious expression was an added wonder.

Its eyes, almost a third the size of the face each seemed lost, its snout, ending in two flared nostrils. Its large mouth was forever agape, rows of human-like teeth clear from the edges of the full lips.

The Chronocle Fiend hardly seemed to know, see, feel or hear anything at all. It might have been a large, luminous green boulder flying through the darkness, coincidentally going for Aigas.

But it would be foolish to judge its threat level by its dazed expression.

The creature was still descending towards Aigas, after all, and it was approaching at a shocking speed despite the fact that it didn't seem so.

But as bizarre as the creature was, its company filled its opponents with more horror than it did.

Fifteen, ruby red creatures, only a fraction of the Chronocle Fiend's size acted as its entourage. They might have been large jellyfish, but without the limbs. They were great red sheets that bounced through the void as though it were a great ocean, see-through, like stereotypical ghosts; tendrils that might have been their nerves were visible from within them.

But it wasn't their likeness that scared Asthon and the rest.

It was the fact that they expelled the sensation of death.

It was extinction as Void, Emmae and Serenity knew it.

The presence of the death somehow wove the jellyfish together. But of course, jellyfish was not a good name for these enemies.

"They are called Impermanence Fiends. They embody death. They are formed in the same way Chronocle Fiends are, and just like those, they come in many forms. We should be thankful we got this kind as opponents. They are troublesome still, but they won't be too difficult to deal with," said one of the Fruit Bearers through the mana channel. "Time and death Fiends attract each other, but its rare for so many to be in one place."

But... BOOOM!

It happened soundlessly, but the impact was felt all the same. The world broke just as it was about to come together.

Tiny fragments, mountain-sized pieces, shards of the lightly-coloured sky...

They all flew in different directions, having failed to create one solid, coherent mass.

Jiggorrhax reeled, as did everyone else.

It wasn't the Chronocle Fiend's doing. It was the great void that resisted the formation of such a substandard world. It took more than simple Rules to establish a world in the great void, after all.

Asthon hurried to reassure everyone.

"Don't mind it. At least we have footholds now. For those who require stability to fight at their best, now's your chance to find a perch!" yelled the bird.

But the Chronocle Fiend was already upon them. At this point, none of the full details of its face could be seen.

Yet, that didn't mean no one saw when it made the first move.

Swifter than anyone could have imagined, one of the creature's ugly hands sank into the great void and extracted what looked like a giant band of gold, white and green. It was held between the creature's ugly fingernails.

One of the spears over its shell then stormed down, by far faster than the zoom of light, and struck the colourful band!

Everyone felt it. They shuddered uncontrollably and involuntarily. A vibration coursed through them, coarse and fatal.

Grim, Asthon, Jiggorrhax, Azila, and the other guardian beasts knew at once.

Their time – past, present and future – was in danger.