Chapter Eight Hundred And Thirty Six – 836
The air was filled with the sound of rasping bellows and rushing power. Skills flourished, searing across Felix's vision as the abominations swelled upward toward freedom.
Sonata of Dominance!
Stone peeled off the mountain, assembling outward according to his sharply honed Intent. He brute forced it all, sounding the Skill within him until the light from above vanished; the dark rock congealed into a blockage above him, sealing the chasm for hundreds of yards in either direction…and leaving a single opening above Felix.
A bottleneck.
“Come and face me,” he growled.
Monsters smashed into Felix without stopping, their gaping maws and rippling flesh as inexorable as the tide. Tooth and claw scraped across his scales, sparking across the black plates and tearing what remained of his Garment. Felix struck back of course, flaring his Sonata to oppose each and every monster that came against him.
Fire was met with water, air with earth, and light with shadow. Always its opposite, or close enough; always seeking the weakness at the heart of each opponent. They fell, rent by ice and flame and sizzling acid. Felix struck faster, commanding the Mana around them as if wielding a scythe—and the Kept fell like wheat.
Still, there were too many. Monstrosities and abominations slipped through his grasp, his Sonata not nearly as all-encompassing as he required. At the edges of the fight, creatures were seeking out the far ends of his blockage.
Can’t have that! His Sonata wasn’t enough alone. Astrum Ascendance!