1530 Laying Siege To Paradise
With the help of Isadora's divine power, Varian and Sarah headed to a realm beyond the reach of anyone else in Paradise.
The space around them cracked like shards of glass and energy strings shining in multitude of colors exploded all around.
A pure white wall passed them by on four sides as they raced ahead. Beyond the wall lay different worlds, some familar and other completely unknown.
From time to time, specks of white light would break out of the wall and flash forward.
They tried to catch a speck at least, but a black mist would appear everytime, grabbing away the speck.
After giving up the futile capture, they reached the end of the tunnel.
What greeted them was a giant gate, which stretched in every direction, completely filling their vision.
"This is it." Isadora stopped and they stood in the chaotic space.
Bits of shining white lights entered the gate and the black mist seeping out of the gate seemed to facilitate this process.
"As long as you don't step into his actual abode, I have some confidence in taking you out." Isadora said with a nervous laugh.
"How confident are we talking about?" Sarah intervened.
"A full 10%."
Sarah gawked.
"I know it's high, but hey, I can burn the purple card and 10x the chance." Isadora explained with a smug face.
"It's not too late to withdraw." Sarah looked at them with a bit of hope.
"I know this is risky but I can't sleep until I do this." Varian exhaled deeply, his head already throbbing as his corrected memories recalled the despair he felt.
"For that son of a bitch, I'm just a character to enter his worlds and build an interesting story. We were almost driven to insanity just to entertain him. And even then, he was trying to test if we'd betray one another to survive."
Isadora lowered her gaze and didn't say a word. But from the way she clenched her teeth, it seemed that she too held a great grudge.
Sarah sighed and said no more.
While they couldn't feel anything inside, a battle of epic proportions had been going on the surface level world of Paradise.
Icarus floated in an expanse of cracked space, whose fragments floated around like shards of glass and swallowed light in weird ways, creating a surreal environment.
From the tip of his feet all the way to his waist, a black mist tried to devour him and was kept at bay only by the resisting power.
In front of him was a giant being that was larger than ten big stars. Its tentacles were long and its eyes, millions in number, blinked all at once.
The creature would open its large mouth and laugh sometimes. And then it would suddenly grow crying, shedding thick black tears from all its eyes. Without warning, it would go into a very contemplative mood too.
"I don't want your enmity but," Icarus raised his hand and a glowing formation circle lit up in the empty expanse of space. "If you keep denying me what's rightfully mine, you'll die."
A blinding light swallowed the dark space and the power of Order acted on Fabricator's avatar.
Every bit of his being, overflowing with divine energy, began to break down as it began to rearrange itself into dead matter.
A quarter of the giant being was 'eaten' away by the order and Fabricator made a move.
"Hahahahaha!"
With a resounding laughter, its tentacles slapped seemingly abrupt points in space. But it resulted in a very well planned formation built from the divine power of Order.
A tsunami of black mist was released from the formation, which all headed to the outsider.
Icarus' face paled and he used his power to place a new 'Order'.
Like air going from high pressure region to low pressure region, Icarus created an 'Order', pushing the black mist to go from high aura to low aura region.
As a result, the black mist which reached him split and engulfed the space around.
"Wooo! Woo!" Fabricator began to wail and the formation glowed a bit brighter.
Kacha! The 'Order' was broken and the black mist swarmed Icarus before he could repel it away.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
A powerful explosion, one that would've destroyed an entire kingdom if it wasn't in a protected space, blew away the black mists.
Icarus panted heavily, the black mists now swallowing him all the way to his chest. "F-Fuck! Fuck you!"
"Ehhh? Ooo? Aaaa~" With a contemplative expression, Fabricator nodded to himself.
The formation it up again and Icarus hurriedly poured out his power. He had no confidence in winning anymore. But he still wanted to fight and die here than escape to protect his shameful life.
'If only I had some help!'
As if the world heard his plea, a beam of light pierced through the formation and broke it into two.
The silhouttee of a being whose entire features were covered in a pure golden light descended out of nowhere. It gestured to the laughing Fabricator.
'Ah!'
Icarus didn't miss the chance and poured his powers.
"Ahhh! Ahhh!" Fabricator showed anger this time and cosmic dragons formed from black mists reared their heads.
Sarah's lips parted. "Let there be light."
A brilliant beam of light burned away the mists, as if it was purifying away the evil and burned a planet-sized hole in Fabricator.
Icarus remained vigilant towards the newcomer but went all out against Fabricator, destroying half of his body.
Fabricator began to lose. Bit by bit, his large body began to shrink. And the more it did, the more vigorously Icarus attacked.
But he started to show signs of fatigue—or at least that's the plan to decieve the unknown powerhouse.
Sarah didn't trust his display of weakness and watched out for the attacks of both Fabricator and Icarus.
While she added the pressure most of the fighting and damage were done by Icarus himself.
Of course, Sarah didn't show her full strength. She only used the power of light and appeared weaker than she actually was.
Meanwhile, Miss Calamity remained hidden nearby thanks to the three powers Sarah used for her stealth—time, life and light.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Planet-sized chunks of flesh and blood, overflowing with divinity began to scatter and explode.
Fabricator's avatar was finally coming to an end.
Icarus expanded his senses and covered the entire Paradise, particulary the world of 'Eternal Empress'.
By now, the black mist had covered all the way to his neck. It's a dangerous situation.
But he didn't care. All his focus was on moving swiftly the moment Fabricator's avatar dies and grabbing Isadora. Everything else could wait.
Meanwhile, Varian was also finishing his task.
A black and white sphere the size of a sun detached itself from his hands and approached the gate.
The power of slivers overflowed, distorting the space and time around it.
But it didn't end there, due to the power of slivers, the few 'worlds' close to this place were thrown into a turmoil as the 'rules' of those worlds started to collapse.
Magic didn't work in Sword vs Magic world, Philosopher's stone stopped making gold, killing monsters no longer gave level ups.
The 'Will' of Fabricator, the Paradise System, in the nearby area began to be affected.
'22, 21, 20,…' Sarah's voice rang in their minds through the link of synergy, reading the countdown for the death of Fabricator's Avatar.
Isadora prepared herself.
People didn't know why he behaved the way he did. If it was anyone else, they'd have woke up even if it meant destroying their worlds and killed the arrogant attackers.
But Fabricator chose not to destroy a single world. He didn't even send a divine ranker from his world to fight on his behalf.
If he did, Varian's plan would've failed. But the peculiar behavior of this being so far made him bet he wouldn't do it.
'But he will definitely do something now. Once his avatar is destroyed, entire paradise is at risk. So, he will either wake up himself or sending a more powerful avatar.'
And that would need a small transition.
To maintain so many worlds, Fabricator had stretched himself too thin. So, unless he destroyed all these worlds, he wouldn't be getting back his peak rank 1 strength. The best he could manage would be high rank 1.
So, what would he do now to defeat two divine rankers?
He could only create a more powerful Avatar. And that'd take some time since he'd have to borrow his stretched out power back.
'That's when I strike.'
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