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Chapter 518
🕑 Added 2024-10-30 00:50:46 +0000 UTCArcueid Brunestud POV
It was a lot different than the Reverse Side!
I noticed it before, but I didn’t really pay attention before. Well, it was my first time being away from home, I guess not everything is the same.
But this was the most fun I’ve ever had!
“Captain Hook – “ Cousin was calling him that. “Look at all the people down there! They’re all different shapes and sizes and species…”
“Yes, quite the wonderful array of individuals.” He chuckled.
It was neat, seeing so many non-humans that I didn’t have to kill on sight. My instinct wasn’t acting up and it was great!
Even the inhabitants of this place were different than the Terminals I was more accustomed to. It didn’t seem like they were extensions of the world at all! More like….well, just regular creatures born in this environment.
Obviously, they were far different from humans, I could see through their cores and even without being Terminals, they were still somewhat similar to the ones back home.
It was an odd combination.
It was like….putting a Dragon’s head on a Horse in how it existed. Neither Dragon, nor Horse, and not even a proper combination of the two. Simply something chaotic that somehow developed to this point through its own rules.
I didn’t care too much.
They were my cousin’s enemies, so I would help!
I remembered something from when I was little, and I got excited.
“Hey Old Man, can I be the First Mate!” Since he was a captain, the next best was the First Mate, right?
“First Mate? You want to be the First Mate?”
“Yes!”
“Do you know the responsibilities of the First Mate?” He asked.
“No.” I shook my head. “Is it important?”
“Is it important she says?” He laughed. “If you don’t know what it means, why do you want to be it?”
“When I was little, Gramps taught me to read and my favorite book was about a ship with a Captain, a First Mate and….” I stopped for a minute trying to remember. “Oh, there was a bird too! And a dog…and someone up at the top who shouted ‘Land Hoh’! when they spotted land.”
It’s been so long since I’ve thought about that.
I wonder if Gramps kept that book somewhere?
He looked at me though and I was hopeful.
“Alright, you can be the First Mate.” He smiled. “You’re the second most important person on the ship below myself. Everyone has to listen to your orders.”
“I don’t want to spoil your fun, but maybe we should lend a hand?” The Elf God person spoke up.
He raised his bow and fired a few arrows down below.
“Of course, the Cannons are prepped!” The Old Man spoke happily. “What do you say, First Mate? Give the order, eh?”
“Can I?” I was excited!
“Go ahead, lass.”
“Fire the cannons!”
The boat shook a bit, but they fired off onto the Faeries below. They were magical too, so they did a lot of damage.
Though, things didn’t stay simple.
I could feel them in the distance even if I couldn’t see through the snowstorm.
I could remove the snowstorm but……I used a lot of Magical Energy to force the manifestation of my Millennium Castle before. I had to completely shoulder the manifestation since it didn’t exist naturally in this world through my Marble Phantasm.
There was a limit of what I could be able to do when my connection with the World was cut off due to the distance.
Maybe one more manifestation, but I would have to go to sleep aftwards for a few decades. Forcibly drawing on the power of my blood without the support of the World would push me too close to assuming the mantle and I didn’t want that.
Thankfully, it didn’t seem like I had to make a move.
My Cousin did it instead and I could get a clear look at them.
“What in Odin’s Beard are those?” The Elf God asked.
“Daemons.” I said softly.
“What?”
“I think….no, they’re a little different, but sorta the same.” I furrowed my brow, looking them over properly. I thought my Cousin was a Daemon at first, but that was wrong. But these are more closer to how a Daemon feels when it’s given an initial designation and manifests into the world. “Though…..it’s as if their existence is temporary and they haven’t been given true names. Fake Daemons?” I questioned if that was a possibility.
My knowledge on the things in this place was limited.
I felt a tinge of my instinct telling me to destroy them.
“I have no idea what that means, but it sounds bad.”
“It’s not terrible.” I raised my hand pointing at the large thing still wrapped up. “That is the more terrifying thing.”
True Daemon?
No, there was a hint of Divinity in it.
It was as if someone was trying to bring back a Divine Spirit by binding it to a Daemon’s designation.
That has been attempted before and it never ended well. It just never happened after the Age of Gods ended.
The Big thing final revealed itself.
It was rather grotesque, and I had the desire to destroy it.
It opened its eye and I quickly moved to the front of the ship, holding my hand out as its power washed over everything.
“What’s going on? I felt my movements freeze up for a moment.” The Elf Gods poke.
“Me as well.” The Snake popped out from his collar. “I lost control of myself for a brief second.”
“I’m detecting a Temporal Anomaly.” Gramps’ toy floated up from below deck. “What’s going on and….Holy Shit, what is that thing?”
“Time?” The Elf God looked confused.
“Divine Spirit with an Authority over Time.” I said, crushing the wisp of its power that washed over the ship in my hand. “It’s focused on the Mystic Eye at the center of its head.”
It was still partially wrapped up and was seemingly having trouble freeing itself, so its Authority wasn’t fully unleashed.
“Can you take that thing out, Arc?” The floating toy asked.
“…..hm.” I scratched my cheek. “Let someone else handle it.” I decided. “Let’s beat up the smaller ones.”
I didn’t want to fight that thing if I didn’t have to after giving it some thought.
“Right, the smaller Giants.” The Elf God snorted. “The Brat’s people down below don’t look like they’re having a good time.”
That’s true, they were stomping towards the non-humans and not stopping regardless of what was being thrown at him.
“Conceptual Immunity?” I tilted my head. “It seems like they’re conceptually impervious to physical damage.”
“…..why does everything you say sound utterly terrifying?” The Elf God looked at me.
The Ship suddenly jerked. “Look alive, boys sand girls! We got a big one in our sights!” The Ship flew right towards one of the Daemons….things. The Cannons fired, but they didn’t even make it slow down.
“Old Man, that’s not going to work. They’re –“
“I heard ya, lass!” He swung the wheel of the boat quick, making the ship swing around to the other side. “I understood some of what you said, now sit back and watch how Captain Hook handles things.”
On the other side of the ship, the anchors shot out and wrapped around one of them and the ship turned and started to pull.
I blinked realizing that it was working, the Daemon was slowing down to a near crawl.
Smart.
Though, he was struggling.
“Tick-Tock, give me a hand!”
The big Alligator bit down on the chains of the anchor and jerked its head, the big Daemon stumbled and fell.
It was utterly unharmed, but a human brought down one of those Big Daemons.
The Daemon had no footing to fight the pull, and he spun the wheel again, flying away before dropping the Daemon down a large cliff a bit far away from where the fighting was happening.
Humans really are good and solving problems.
I looked at the old human waiving his hat in the hair celebrating the ‘victory’ of his. The weak and frail human that anyone here could kill with a flick of their wrist.
“We work for many a thief, we plunder for many a cook. But there’s never a ‘gent so elegant as the elegant Captain Hook!” He sang as the ship turned back and flew back towards the battlefield.
Were Humans always so interesting?
I wanted to stay here longer.
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Wilhelm POV
Right, this wasn’t a particularly good situation.
In addition to the many…. ‘smaller’ giants, there was now the big one that seemed to be some sort of resurrection of Balor?
Or was that even wrong?
It felt wrong.
It was grotesque to even look at.
It was still partly held down, there were apparently layers that kept it ‘sealed’. But it was tearing away at those rather quickly.
The smaller giants though were marching right towards us unabated and even Scáthach’s spear bounced right off.
Something was most certainly wrong there.
“Wilhelm, do you have any suggestions?” Yasaka was quick to get to my side, sounding anxious.
I clicked my tongue in annoyance. “Hit them with everything you have, let me see how they react.”
She nodded. “I want archers to keep firing! Wands up, I want fireballs raining down nonstop! If you have a ranged ability, hit these things with everything you have!” She started shouting.
I gathered my own Power of Destruction at the tip of my fingers. The destructive power crackled as I condensed it then fired it off at the closest one to get a good look.
My Bloodline power collided with one of the strange giant golems, but once more it completely nullified it and kept its steady march forward.
My Power of Destruction as well?
That’s strange.
I pulled out my Staff of Magnus and quickly began casting as a large Magic Circle appeared infront of me. Gathering a significant amount of Magical Energy, I released a blast of Lightning right at the same one again.
The force was powerful, the strength I put behind it wasn’t anything to ignore, yet it did just that.
With a frown, I summoned all my swords and had them fly at it, they bounced off like it was made of rubber, not even my most impressive sword could pierce its body.
I focused on the Hogyoku inside of me, and my Spiritual Power exploded out, turning into a pillar of light that ascended to the sky.
“The patient Lord of the West. Reverence from the Heavens, condemnation from the earth. Roar! Erupt! Descend from the sky and sing the hymn of destruction!” My palm pointed outwards as all the Reiatsu I was emitting condensed into a single point. “Hadō #88 Hiryū Gekizoku Shinten Raihō.”
The world filled with lightning, aimed solely at the singular Golem.
It washed over it, shrouding its large body completely for the brief moment it was assaulted under my attack.
The Lightning dissipated in the blink of an eye, leaving the strange creation kneels on the ground, body smoking with parts of its ‘flesh’ seared away.
I furrowed my brow because it should have done significantly more damage if it was able to harm it. And if it wasn’t able to harm it, it should have done no damage at all.
Why was the damage mitigated, but not completely?
I had a sudden realization. “Scáthach, they have selective conceptual immunity!”
My Lightning was mitigated, but the spiritual aspect of my Kido was something it didn’t understand!
They aren’t unstoppable juggernauts; they’re shifting between invulnerabilities based on what’s attacking them!
My teacher didn’t need any other prompt, with quick speed, she was at Yasaka’s side. As Yasaka swung her claws at another one.
It remained completely unharmed from her attack, but Scáthach’s hand was alight with a baleful looking flame made of Magic and nearly simultaneously, slammed it against the side of the Golem, causing small but noticeable damage, basically confirming my thoughts.
They are still very durable, which is why we didn’t notice the mass fireballs doing any real damage before despite them not being ‘immune’ at the time.
It must take a few moments to shift accordingly between each ‘immunity’.
Where the hell did these things come from in such large numbers?
Regardless, their threat went down substantially.
“Old Man, let’s event he numbers!” Yasaka shouted over the fighting.
I glanced to where Nurarihyon was and he started moving backwards and I saw what she meant.
Those same urns from before.
They unceremoniously just threw them out, letting them crack and shatter as the gigantic Skeletal Youkai jumped out
Dozens and dozens of Gashadokuro loomed overhead. Roughly the same size as these Golem things, even if they were outnumbers, it was a good addition to our side.
Raikou was with Artoria, the two of them slicing apart one of the Golems. Mordred was teaming up with the various Magicians as another was forced down.
Gradually, we regained our footing and were holding them off as the large Skeletons joined the fray.
“I’ll join in too!” Jinn floated past me.
I wouldn’t tell her she wasn’t allowed, but she usually didn’t like to be part of this kind of thing. But any kind of words died as I just blinked confusedly as she landed on the head of a Gashadokuro.
The large Skeleton’s mouth chittered as it sort of tilted its head to ask what she was doing.
“Hey, let’s team up! I got something good you can use.” She pat its head and strangely, the Skeleton seemed to just accept her. With held her hand out and – Was that the Elder Scroll.
A giant flaming sword dropped down, impaled into the ground, burning away any remnants of snow in the area.
The big Skeleton chittered happily and lifted it up without any problems as it began to swing it wildly at one of the weird golems.
I even saw Captain Hook and the others drag one of the Golems away in the distance.
Good job, Old Man!
However, I couldn’t remain idle, it’s just that the thing I was focusing on still hasn’t made a move yet.
However, that changed quickly.
Balor – or whatever this thing was – completely broke free of its restraints and stepped out onto the battlefield proper.
Like its arm, its flesh was mangled and woven together almost haphazardly. There were stitches all over its body as if it had been experimented on rather recently.
It let out an unintelligible roar and stomped forward, it’s eye opened again and I jumped out with my Divine Sword in hand.
A powerful wave of temporal alteration washed over everything. Its Mystic Eye carried its Divine Authority not too dissimilar to Kronos as it lashed out regardless of what was in its path.
I used my own Authority to block it.
I felt the weight of time come down on me and felt my legs buckle under the strain, however, I held firm until it dissipated.
It was manageable.
There was something odd about it, like it was reduced, but looking at its body and its weird state of existence, it wasn’t too strange. However, taking it head on, I felt like Balor must have been about on par with Kronos in his prime.
Its eye closed again even if it continued forward, shaking the ground with each stomp.
My Wings sprouted from my back and I shot forward at Balor. Even if he was technically a strong God in the past, he had been reduced significantly. If I could just destroy his Eye, that may make him unable to utilize his Authority.
Even as it opened again, I braced myself and blocked the sweeping power from leaking behind me.
My Divine Sword
The invisible ripples collided with it and I gathered my own power to defend. So far, there seemed to be a sort of pattern, like it was unconsciously opening its eye every few moments.
I withstood it again, and like I predicted its eye closed.
Just as I was about to slash at it, something shifted.
Veins bulged from every corner of its Mystic Eye and many of the stitches on its body popped off at the wiggling of its flesh.
Some small, some larger, but hundreds of eyes were revealed all over its body. And they all shared the same look as the one on its head.
The one on its head opened again, the power increased to a degree I could sense from just presence alone. Life the difference between being fully awake compared to someone being groggy in the morning.
Danger.
It was concentrated, not just a sweeping display of power. Each of the eyes contained some application of the Authority – mirrors of its true Mystic Eye and amplified to the extent of each one visible.
I barely brought up my sword in time as the very visible phenomenon slammed into me, like a beam of monochromatic light, one more not dissimilar to Kronos’s own use of Time offensively.
The Eons passed in seconds, where each eye looked, the Monochromatic Light shot out. Grass withered instantly, any remnants of snow and ice couldn’t even get close before being evaporated.
My Divine Sword was able to withstand it, but it wasn’t an easy feat. I found myself hitting the ground far away from the force behind the power if nothing else.
I barely picked my head up in time to see a beam of Monochromatic Light pass through the lines of Youkai.
A jutted line emerged from within the ranks of hundreds of Yasaka’s people. A line where no life existed, where within the blink of an eye, dozens of Youkai were turned to nothing but skeletons after aged eons in seconds, then drifted away as dust in the wind as their Skeletons couldn’t even remain.
A Gashadokuro was also unlucky to get a flash of Monochromatic Light run across the ground atop of it.
It last half a breath longer before it too utterly disappeared from existence along the passage of time.
They weren’t the only ones, each of the eyes on Balor released a concentrated beam in whatever random direction or spot they deemed.
The utilization of Time was one of the most troublesome abilities I’ve ever encountered.
And the extra annoyance came from the fact that the Golem’s immunities seemed to extend to the Time Authority as well as it harmlessly washed over them and they continued marching unabated while everyone else was forced to retreat.
It was a bad situation because there were still thousands of Youkai behind me who couldn’t handle a single flash of that light.
And the eyes wouldn’t close.
I threw my Divine Sword far off to the side as another beam crashed down, it held firm. All throughout the battlefield, I let my sword shoot out and impaled the ground infront of various spot.
Balor’s attention, slowly seemed to focus as the eyes that were just looking off in random directions slowly focused on the front and I felt a particular shiver run down my spine.
I didn’t hesitate.
“Reflect – Musū Tengai!” I swung my manifested Zanpakutō upwards, releasing it with a burst of Spiritual Pressure as the heavy weight of eons pressed down towards me.
Immediately, I felt my head start to throb and my eyes burn. The warm blood rolled down my cheeks as my eyes strained to focus.
I had used my Zanpakutō’s ability to Alter the World and deflect the focused Time Authority away from everyone, but it was a continuous onslaught and I felt myself wavering to hold it.
There was a brief pause, a very brief moment of respite before the entire world was filled with that same Monochromatic Light.
Hundreds of flashes of light were released all across the battlefield.
Scáthach slammed her spear on the ground, creating a Shield at her spot, protecting as many as she could.
The Gashadokuro holding Surtr’s sword used it as best as it could to ward off its own end with Jinn’s arms swinging wide and her own Divinity released to casting multitudes of spells to protect the area.
Yasaka jumped forward on her own, her Aura shined brightly as she took it head on in lieu of her people.
Artoria’s Noble Phantasm shined brightly as it was released from its invisible sheath and blocked a substantial part of the Godly Authority at her side. Mordred joined her with her own Divine Armaments holding firm as she did her best to shield anyone she could.
Raikou’s Divine Lightning surged out to meet it head on, holding as best as she could against the assault from the Evil God.
Hundreds of others joined, spells were cast Youjutsu was released, Touki, Magic everything was thrown up, but under the weight of Time, not many could withstand it.
Hundreds of Youkai and Humans were turned to dust, some quicker than others. Spells took a bit longer to shatter, Touki was drained, and Youjutsu failed under the onslaught.
There were spots across the thousands of people gathered here that were now just completely devoid of any signs of ever having life.
Its main eye was focused on me, however. I held as best as I could with my Zanpakutō and my other Swords used to stave off as much as possible elsewhere.
But I was losing traction.
It was nonstop, there was no opening. If I let up for even a moment to counter attack, how many behind me would die?
I grit my teeth and held as best as I could.
“Go, Tick-Tock!” A faint shout was heard as the monochromatic light falling on me flicked for a moment.
The massive Crocodile dove head first into the back of Balor causing it to tilt ever so slightly.
The Jolly Roger was apparently out of its ‘sight’ and started releasing its own payload.
Folen’s Divine Arrows rained down and even Jormungandr jumped off, turning back to it’s ‘true size’ for what that could be called at the moment, and sprayed a mouthful of its notorious venom onto the Evil God.
For the first time, I felt like I saw a hint of true intelligence flicked in the Evil God’s eyes as it moved defensively to protect itself.
It swung its body around, all the lights bearing down on us followed suit as they took aim at the ones who directly attacked him.
It was enough of an opening we needed.
My Zanpakutō fell from my hand, I grabbed a different weapon without hesitation.
“True Longinus – Balance Breaker” The twelve Holy Wings burst out from my back, a Halo appeared over my head and all the Holy Power I could gather in a single breath’s time gathered at the tip of my spear as I thrust it forward.
It shot out, extending across the battle field shooting right towards the Evil God and I wasn’t the only one who made use of this opening.
“Stab and Penetrate, Pierce and Drill – Gae Bolg Alternative!”
“Ox-King Storm Call – The Inescapable Net of Heaven!”
The Evil God’s attention turned back to us for a moment and it let out a chortle – a mocking laugh before raising its hand up and several of those Golems floated into the air right in the path of our attacks, intercepting them.
Their conceptual Immunities proved strong enough that while damaged in their own ways, were able to withstand the blows before falling to the ground.
The Evil God ripped Tick-Tock off its back and threw it onto the ground and stomped down before reaching for Jormungandr biting into its calf.
The Dragon King seemed particularly experience in what happens with a large being grabs hold of it, as it wisely shrunk down and avoided any attempts.
He loomed over the Crocodile as its main eye gathered the Monochromatic Light and released it.
Tick-Tock held on for a few moments, a testament to its heritage, but nothing could withstand the passing of time.
“No, Tick-Tock!” A pained cry was felt from this far away.
Balor looked up at the ship, but the Monochromatic Light was blocked and I could make out Arc at the front, holding it back.
The Evil God flicked his hand and several of those Golems sailed through the air and smacked into the ship, like thrown stones.
The Ship was sent hurling down to the ground far off to the side and I saw Arc fall off. I couldn’t divert any attention to her, and I knew that kind of fall would mean nothing to her.
My Wings spread out and all the Holy Power I could muster came to my aid as its many eyes turned back.
It wasn’t just the power of Time that returned, but those Golems began to attack, and my Holy Power did its best to ward them off.
It was unrelenting, a constant and continuous stream of Time warping that pressed down once more.
As I strained under it, I noticed something seep up from below.
A Mist, the warping of Space accompanied it.
A screen of it was brought up at the front, taking the majority of the Evil God’s Authority.
“Soma!?” Yasaka shouted out as the Tengu was hovering above, the Mist from his Sacred Gear pouring out.
His eyes turned bloodshot as he forced his Sacred Gear beyond what he normally could sustain.
“Y-young Lord, please tell me when you need. I will h-hold it off for several moments.” Soma forced out.
The Monochromatic Light slammed into the barrier created by warping space as well as the Golems began to swing their monstrous fists onto it, creating cracks in it.
I looked at him, and he smiled through the strain and tearing of his body.
“Dimension Lost – Balance Breaker!”
The mists of the Sacred Gear surged out, all the Golems were Teleported away at random spots – perhaps intentional, or maybe not – but a silhouette of Soma condensed from the Mists of the Sacred Gear emerged, equal in size to Balor, a titan in its own right.
And it reached out to the Evil God.
Soma, a normal Youkai, forced back the Evil God.
Space collided with Time, and the already chaotic space-time of this place became even worse.
Space cracks appeared overhead, and pockets of turbulent time surged outwards.
“A Child.” A strange, distorted and mangled voice reverberated throughout the battlefield.
The Monochromatic Light eventually pierced through the power of the Sacred Gear, and Soma fell from the sky bloodied and beaten.
Yasaka was quick to catch him.
“Well done, Soma.” I whispered as I already made my preparations in the few moments of reprieve he won.
I formed the correct handsigns, and summoned forth my Magical Energy.
“Mountain Sealing Incantation!” One of my most powerful spells, able to suppress even the Titan king himself.
The Large Mountains tore through the world, up-side down peaks linked by ancient and weathered chains pressed downwards ontop of the Evil God.
The Evil God’s focus immediately shifted and both of his monstrous hands shot upwards to contend against my spell in a contest of strength.
When I compared him to a Titan, it was not inaccurate.
All the eyes on his body lit up against as the Monochromatic Light returned, pressing down on everyone so no one could approach him easily.
However, his True Mystic Eye surged violently as the Divine Power and whatever held together its strange body gathered to the precipice, looking straight upwards at my spell.
Shit, that was probably enough to destroy my spell.
I bit my lip considering the alternative, and slammed my spear into the ground as I warded off wave after wave of rampant withering from its many eyes and reached for my Zanpakutō.
However, my hand paused as I noticed the Jolly Roger flying in at the distance.
It was damaged, cracked and looked like it was about to fall apart at any moment.
It started firing what remained of its cannons at the Evil God, but Balor just ignored it.
Arc could –
Arc wasn’t on the ship, I could only see the ships Captain.
It was as if he could feel my gaze, from the distance away his head turned and he met my eyes with a sad smile.
“Gnat.” The Evil God’s voice returned, just as grotesque to hear as before.
“Haha, is that so?” The Captain Shouted with a laugh, barely audible even to my enhanced senses. “Then I will make you remember my name! I am Captain James Bartholomew Hook, the terror of Neverland!”
The Jolly Roger sailed forth, right into the side of the Evil God’s head and exploded.
It wasn’t very large, but the Evil God ever so slightly stumbled to the side, and his grip on my spell slipped.
My Spell pressed down fully and the Monochromatic Light of his disappeared along with it.
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A/N
Took me awhile to get the chapter out, don’t know if I like it or not, but we’ll see.
Comments
Verdauga
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(J)o(K)e laughers
F for respect, also happy thanksgiving everyone.
billy oikonomou
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Brent Millinger
F for respect
Pierre laplant
F
Cruthaitheoir
Noooooo tick tock😢
SoralTheSol
Never forget Captain Hook. A man, A Myth, A Legend.
CkLance
F for Tick Tock. F for Hook. Real ones until the end. 😔
CkLance
I mean, it's a war. DxD's whole shtick is boobs and war.
Ravioli Stromboli
Summon that man as rider in chaldea god dammit *sobs violently*
Nick Wen
It also feels like they’re breezing past all opposition in this war up until Balor. But then again compared to Ragnarok and Ars Goetia, the war against the Winter Court feels almost trivial in comparison. Also I feel like the author might have a bit of trouble with focus because now we have the equivalent of 3 different stories being written at the same time. I don’t mind if this story is put on the back burner for a bit after the aftermath of the war to put focus on either Kunou or Arachne
Joseph Fera
that makes sense, it's a 'war' arc. i've rarely found a version of this type of arc with multiple important characters that didn't have that problem.
LazyBlackberry
RIP Tick-Tock, he was a homie
Michael Foat
whelp, there's the potential Chaldea summoning
Icemoo
My unironic reaction to everything past Tick Tock dying. Why would you do this to me 😭 https://youtu.be/nlLgKBsJ4NQ?t=13
Nate
This arc of the story isn't sitting well with me for some reason and I don't know why. I'm not a writer, but I think it might be character bloat? I'm having trouble keeping track of all the people involved with this part of the story.
DerkKill
I know it's wishful thinking, but if you could gather those souls that perished because of Valor and give them a proper rest away from that chaotic place
Dancingrage
Heavy stuff this chapter, and I feel that Balor...something in that fight screams "War crime even among the supernatural world." The Winter Queen will survive, she's sorta necessary, but holy shit is she in trouble. Like, "I own all your shit because of your fuckup" level trouble.
Dancingrage
It's his thing, stress not about it.
UnlimitedLikes
great chap as all ways.
willowskeith
Now some have died🎵 and some are alive🎵 and others sail on the sea🎵 With the keys to the cage🎵 And the devil to pay🎵 We lay to fidlers green🎵 Yo ho haul together🎵 Hoist the colors high🎵 Heave-ho thieves and beggars🎵 Never shall we die!🎵
William
Gave me some serious halo reach vibes with that ending. Story's awesome as always
MelonOverlord
The description of the boss made me picture it as Yogg-Saron from WoW
That Warden
Oh arc is gonna be big mad now that her new favorite human is gone
pablo alegre
genial
Suika Nine
Captain hook is dead. Arcueid is not gonna be happy. You know what that means? Things about to get ugly for the fey and the Winter Queen.
Mellomellen
Don’t know if you have already written the chapter but what if Captain Hook and Tick Tock get reduced to middle school kid age or something like that because I could totally see a child struggling inside oversized pirate clothes hat and all next to a baby alligator complaining about how young people are making the elderly do everything
JRFG
Quizás las bestias son del Anihilation Maker de Leonardo y Balor qué fue robado de Gasper :3
Cory Chen
Insider trading.
Grafian
Great chapter! But oof, if that thing killed hundreds that's a significant part of their already small army
Alec Loases
Oh no please let Tick Tock and Hook be okay.
Orchamus
Damn, fun but heavy chapter. Wonder how Arc is gonna react to Hook dying though
AR
Hook going out like an absolute boss.
Mylael
Good job, Hook.
Son-Of-Scorn
Damn RIP to the Great Captain Hook
MKJ
Awesome chapter. Sealing is such a useful thing to have. I assume that this is going to make the battle against the winter queen that much harder. Balor is one hell of a god that often gets passed up.
Oda The Toaster
WTF!? HOW!!!
Jason Wu
Thanks
