Chapter 998: Undeadkind Is Legion, For They Are Many
The most powerful, most destructive of all gold ever wielded by Sonnenträger- Enhanced by Golden Glow, with immaculately mimicked the oppressive might of a natural stack, further augmented by a real natural stack on top of it all, even if that attack may not be the most destructive or widespread, it was most definitely the most dangerous attack Loimos had ever faced, and would most certainly probably never be dethroned from that status.
All of this incredible might was concentrated into the hero’s right fist, this was his final attack, his last act of defiance against the many tyrannical forces he had faced in the past... Upon contact with Loimos, who poured everything in defence and resilience, standing his ground- All was submerged, flooded and overtaken by a golden brilliance, so potent that even the undead was left blinded by it.
The gold engulfed everything, every portion of the memory was illuminated by the shine of the only true hero to ever grace it all, and the only one that would ever truly be deserving of the title.
Repeatedly, the sound of glass shattering resounded all around the two combatants, every minuscule instant that passed as Sonnenträger’s fist remained in contact with Loimos’s defence, every single one of them marked the instantaneous destruction of a memory, the realm simply unable to handle such dreadful amounts of power, the clash distorted time and space itself, turning what should have been a mere second into what seemed like days, or even weeks.
But eventually, the radiance vanished, a blast sending both combatants backward, the Lithitree had already crumbled to nothingness long before Loimos hit the ground, and the world around them was that of no memory.
Their clash had reduced all of the memories stored within this realm to nothingness, and now, they were left in the bare state of the Realm of Memories, dark, flatland where the ground looked like stone, but felt like dirt, covered in a thin fog that seemed to be flowing from far above, there was no sun, yet there was a faint light, and it all stretched far away in the horizon.
There was a dreamlike quality to the real face of this realm, but no one cared to appreciate the scenery.
On one side, Sonnenträger led flat on his back, staring directly upward, he tried to sit up, but found himself unable to do more than slightly lift his his shoulder off the ground, he had truly exhausted every ounce of gold left within him, he had held the hope that performing a natural stack unexpectedly would also help him recover some energy back, but unfortunately, he had pushed himself too far past the limits, and even a natural stack was unable to help him in that regard.
Right now, whether or not he would die right here or survive, was not within his control, it was all up to chance.
On the other side, Loimos was arguably in a far worse state, similarly lying on his back, all of the rot woven around him had been blasted away, even the bits that grew upon his bones like mould were gone, leaving only a white skeleton upon the ground, but that was far from being it, gold was still stuck within and onto him, even if the energy had lost much of its strength, it was still plenty enough to lay waste to a severely weakened Loimos, his bones were partly melted, and every second, flames like never before, coloured a unique hue of deep, dark purple seemed to want to erupt and consume him, but they were pushed back as festering death streamed into him from the main world.