Perfect Avatar-Chapter 245: Ragnarok

"Rest, by my daughter’s side."

Cleopatra muttered the last words of her speech, and Eryl fell to her knees, dagger in hand and a growing pool of blood on the floor.

"ERYYYYL !!!!!" Freya’s cry pierced the air.

The servant, finally able to move again, brought a hand to her chest.

There was only one wound left, a deep gash opening over the heart, and while she had regained the power to move, she had now lost the power to use her energy.

A tear fell from Cleopatra’s left eye, and she placed her hands in the shape of a prayer and looked up at the ceiling.

"Please, God, welcome this girl into your world with your arms wide open, receive this soul, and lead her into the world beyond infinity."

Everyone from Ambrosia looked devastated, frozen, unable to move, only Freya could react actively, but all she could do was struggle and scream.

"Eryl! Eryl!!! Somebody, help! Somebody! Anyone!!! ERYYYYL!!!"

Nefertari looked on incredulously, shaking her head, Marie, and Liliana had shaking eyes, and Cid and Hope were puzzled.

Eryl looked at them, or more precisely Freya, for a few seconds, they stared at each other.

Eryl forced a smile, as a final message to Freya.

She’d lived long enough to know why nobody could move, she’d understood that her life would be the countdown.

She closed her eyes one last time, letting the images of her comrades, the nymphs, the time with Dora, Candace, Midgard, and finally those of her parents, resurface.

She murmured words that no one could hear, but that only Freya could understand.

"I’m sorry...for everything...’

Her body fell slowly to the ground, centimeter by centimeter, but just as she was about to hit the floor, she pushed off the ground with her hands and turned to Cleopatra.

"Voracity"

A red bomb hit the queen’s face, but to little effect, as no damage was visible.

Eryl sighed one last time and finally lay down on the ground.

Her eyes closed, her chest slowed, then stopped, and finally, her heart stopped beating. Eryl was dead.

Freya dropped to her knees, everyone could now move, and the only movement they could make was mourning.

Freya kept her eyes riveted on the servant’s lifeless body, completely devastated.

There was nothing more to do, nothing more to expected.

Her lips twitched, it was an impossible scene, Eryl, the maid she had known for so long, the nymph who had introduced them to the world of the Avatars was dead, but she had no time to rest.

Cleopatra spread her arms, plunging her gaze into Rhea’s.

"You’ve been devouring me for a long time, but I’m surprised you haven’t tried anything. I doubt my ability to stop you, so why are you so passive?"

Rhea watched her a little, then Lust. She sighed and took a step forward.

"Being passive is another attribute of a hunter who has already killed his prey, I don’t need to react in any way, the moment I found you, your fate was already sealed."

She pointed her sword at Cleopatra, her aura covering her.

"Today is the day two Sin Avatars will find death, but for me, it will be another day."

Cleopatra closed her eyes, opened them and the white became black.

"Oh...Pride... You’re sadly mistaken, today is a special day... On this day, not three, but five gods are ready to kill each other."

The room began to tremble, Cleopatra’s aura spreading ferociously through the temple, reaching the elves outside.

The whole area turned green, and the elves’ chants turned into cries of euphoria.

Nefertari flinched, her heart beating impressively fast.

"Argh... What the... Girls, we... Uh?!"

Behind her, the other elves were on their knees, stroking each other’s faces, clutching each other’s chests, pleasure evident on their faces.

Cleopatra’s body slowly turned green, disintegrating as did Lust.

"Dear visitors... Have you ever heard a thousand hearts beating in unison?"

A shockwave rippled through the room, the scene becoming increasingly blurred, but a new sound was heard.

Nefertari looked around distressed, as the landscape took on a new shape.

"It’s time for us... to pay homage to our world". Cleopatra’s voice echoed through the temple.

Around them, all the elves of the kingdom danced, each holding a dagger.

They were no longer in the hall, but outside, in the front rows to witness the most sinister of spectacles.

"It all comes back to nothing... Let us dance in the face of our curse... My daughters, let us all fulfill our dream."

The elves danced with mad movements, singing songs of hatred against the Gods, and then the daggers caressed their chests.

"STOOOOOOP !!!!"

Nefertari’s scream mingled with the moans of pleasure from all over the kingdom, as they pierced each other’s hearts.

Liliana looked away, all the others were frightened, and even Giudecca and Lucca couldn’t keep their composure.

The elves, with the exception of Nefertari, were laughing, singing, their eyes shining with a green gleam.

"Let us all sing, let us all feast, today we leave our hell!"

Lightning flashed across the sky, turning pink.

The earth began to tremble, and as the elves lay on the ground, the floor cracked.

Blind light engulfed everyone, but in the illumination, Freya noticed something: a giant mouth opened beneath them and swallowed everyone.

In the sky, the moon crossed the sun, causing an eclipse over Kalaharis, like a prayer from heaven for the extinction of an entire species.

Many lights went out here, but outside, where Cleopatra’s protection couldn’t reach, the world was drowning in flames and explosions.

(Many minutes ago)

In the arena, Mercy emerged from the energy orb, releasing phenomenal winds of heat.

Her feet landed in the center of the battlefield, and just as before, she exuded an almost divine presence.

She looked down at her palm, surprised to see that she could be even stronger than before.

Her appearance hadn’t changed much, but her power had broken through the roof.

"...My God... I... It’s incredible."

Her eyes rolled back, it was as if she’d seen everything the world had to offer, but a metallic clacking noise snapped her out of her dream.

"Congratulations, Red Devil, you’re officially the winner of my tournament. I’ve ruled for ages, but no one has ever made it this far."

Mercy was wary, so she took a step back and nodded.

Wrath watched her from head to toe, and then his ominous laugh rose.

"Hm-hm... Eh... Interesting... Very interesting... Hehe... Kuh... To think that such a warrior would finally appear..."

His deranged laughter grew louder, increasing in proportion to her pressure.

Iris, Morgiana, and Lilith rose to their feet, soon to be imitated by all spectators.

Wrath gave off huge waves of aura, his eyes glowing under his helmet.

"Red Devil... Red Devil!!!"

Mercy’s teeth beat each other, she gripped her scythe tightly with a terrified expression.

"What? What are ya doin’?!"

"Red Devil... You’ve won my tournament... You have my blessing... My soul... Now the tournament’s over... Heh... Do you know what that means?"

Mercy’s eyes twitched, and she gripped her scythe tightly, ready to jump.

Wrath placed a hand on his helmet.

"It means we must now fight for the throne."

A tremendous explosion sent everyone to the ground, Wrath’s body cracked, with magma-like light in every fissure.

A new explosion occurred, this time projecting a shockwave in the whole town.

The earth began to shake, the arena was slowly destroyed, and no one could stay standing.

There was no need for reflection here, everyone, civilians, Iris, Lilith, Morgiana, the gladiators who hadn’t participated, everyone stood up and began running away.

It was as if they were waiting for this their whole life.

Alone in the center, Mercy could see Wrath’s body undergoing a terrifying change, dozens, hundreds of giant body parts emerged from his location and reached for the sky, all in a single mass of flesh in fusion, and at the root, the bodies were getting reabsorbed in Wrath’s body.

His laugh was the only proof he was there, the mass of giants ended in a gigantic fist, falling on Mercy.

The girl avoided the hit in time and jumped back. Behind her, the fist glowed and exploded.

The girl with her newfound power was at the peak of humanity, but she was lucid enough to understand that there was a roof in this world and she wasn’t one of those walking on it.

She turned her back and ran away, following the mass of civilians.

Wrath’s laugh rose above them, and everyone’s gaze plunged into the sky, where a shadow with a maniacal laugh headed towards them.

A phenomenal explosion followed, the arena was divided in two, all the buildings falling in pieces.

No one dared to fight back, and no one was speaking or thinking, they all knew why this man was called the Mad, so the moment he went rampaging, everyone knew they had to run.

Mercy emerged from the clouds of smoke, she rushed toward the direction her friends were supposed to be sitting in, she gave one look behind, and gasped.

Iris, Lilith, and Morgiana were struggling to stay run among the crowd, they looked behind in turn, and all of them shared a gasp.

Everyone in the public followed the same pattern, running, looking behind, and stopping, their faces filled with shock.

In the middle of the impact zone, Shaka was there, his body different than before, lighter, looking like a true death knight with magma in place of joints.

He was holding a strange weapon, a golden double axe, pointed forward, and on this double axe, a silhouette holding a great sword locked his yellow eyes with him.