Chapter 594: Battle and… Death?
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The oppressive atmosphere thickened as dark, shadowy figures began to manifest, one after another. These ominous beings, known as the “sun offspring,” emerged slowly from the surrounding gloom, their wriggling limbs sinking into the soft mud with a chilling, eerie noise. The sight of their ghastly, nightmarish faces sent shivers down the spine of anyone who dared to look. Their objective was clear: to degrade the forest within this surreal dreamscape.
Amidst this chaos, the sound of chains slicing through the air echoed powerfully, reminiscent of compressed air being torn apart. Shirley, agile and determined, navigated the forest clearings with precision. She confronted each sun offspring with ferocity, her weapon wielded with formidable strength—strength amplified by her bond with a shadow demon. As she attacked, she harnessed both her own power and that of the demon, repeatedly defeating the monstrous humanoid entities and expelling them from the dreamland.
Despite her efforts, the number of sun offspring continued to multiply. Even when Shirley managed to defeat them, they rose again, emerging from the ever-present shadows. The forest, a canvas where light and darkness intertwined seamlessly, provided an ideal environment for these creatures to navigate and rejuvenate. Each time Shirley decimated one, its mutilated flesh disintegrated into shadows, only to rematerialize moments later. Whenever Shirley showed any sign of fatigue, the sun offspring struck mercilessly.
A piercing whistle suddenly echoed, followed by a spike-like limb shooting out of the ether, aimed directly at Shirley’s neck. A chill ran down her spine, and she prepared to evade, but it seemed she was moments too late.
Instead of the anticipated agony, she heard a muted thump. Bracing herself, Shirley spun around to find a glowing battle-axe intercepting the attack. The axe radiated a soft blue luminescence and effortlessly sliced through several more assaulting appendages. An invisible, blazing aura surrounded the blade, causing the atmosphere to ripple and warp. Holding this unique weapon was Shireen, an elf-like maiden who stood firm, protecting Shirley. Staring intensely at the encroaching dark figures, she questioned, “What… What are these creatures?”
“They’re certainly not from this forest!” Shirley responded, energetically swinging her chain to repel a looming shadow. “Ugh, these pests are infuriating!”
Shireen skillfully deflected another strike with her axe but paused to express her disapproval. “Such words… They’re rather unrefined.”
“If I bottle up those curse words, they’d simmer inside me, eventually poisoning my mood,” Shirley replied with a rebellious grin. She stepped on a lump of quivering flesh, halting its attempt to reform. Her chains, now emitting sinister black smoke, danced in her grasp, and the mischief in her eyes was undeniable. “I always maintain a clear conscience. So, I never let a day end with curses stewing inside me.”
Shireen, bemused by this unorthodox reasoning, cycled through various expressions of confusion and disbelief. Ultimately, she shook her head in baffled surrender but remained vigilant, her gaze darting around to track the threats. “You’re spouting nonsense,” she mumbled, exasperated.
Without warning, a sinewy tentacle decorated with protruding eyes and menacing teeth swiftly coiled around Shirley’s forearm. A frigid sensation surged through her, making her hair stand on end. Using her remarkable strength, she wrestled free from the tentacle’s grasp, fiercely repelling its shadowy origin. As she reeled from the sudden assault, her eyes instinctively sought out Shireen.
A surge of perplexity washed over her. Was it her imagination, or had she indeed noticed a shift in Shireen’s demeanor? Was this aloof elf now exhibiting deeper, more human-like emotions?
Was this change triggered by the unexpected ambush? Or perhaps it was the camaraderie birthed from battling a common enemy?
Shirley’s mind wandered to their initial meetings. Back then, Shireen’s emotional display had been markedly different. She exhibited the standard range of emotions like happiness, anger, sadness, and joy, but they always felt somewhat mechanical, almost rehearsed. The elf’s primary focus was their shared objective of reaching the “Silent Wall,” rarely offering more than a nod or shrug in response to Shirley’s chatter. But now, Shireen was showcasing genuine reactions like surprise, puzzlement, and even retort.
Though Shirley wasn’t schooled in the intricacies of human behavior or psychology, her varied life experiences had endowed her with a sharp intuition for gauging emotional shifts. She could unmistakably sense the metamorphosis in Shireen but was at a loss to explain its cause.
But then her musings were abruptly interrupted.
The sun offsprings, who initially seemed disjointed and scattered, had now regrouped, their menace amplifying.
From her peripheral view, a swift shadow darted menacingly. Shirley instinctively yanked her chain back, narrowly evading its lunge. But in the split second that followed, another razor-sharp spike emerged from the encroaching shadows, stabbing her human arm.
A sharp gasp escaped her lips, followed by an involuntary swear. Loyal to her side, Dog sprang into action, gnashing its teeth and severing the intrusive appendage. Shirley hastily retreated to a safer distance, but before she could regroup, the unmistakable rustling of another adversary sounded from behind.
With a swift pivot on her heel, Shirley faced an impending threat: a towering, spindly shadow that seemed to rise and form right out of the very ground beneath her. Before she could react, a multitude of tentacles—looking eerily like extensions of the shadow’s flowing coat—shot out, coiling tightly around her wrists and throat. The tentacles exerted tremendous force, dragging her aggressively toward the center of the shadowy figure. She barely managed to draw a breath, her face getting pulled dangerously close to the sinister visage lurking in its cloak’s depths.
Slowly, the looming figure tilted its head, revealing what lay beneath its dark collar. A grotesque blob of pulsating flesh began to emerge, swelling and expanding in a disturbingly organic manner. It unfurled right before Shirley’s horrified eyes, transforming into a twisted semblance of a blossoming bud. This “bud” consisted of a myriad of eyes that stared back at her with malevolence, countless needle-like teeth that gnashed in anticipation, and writhing appendages that eerily mirrored serpentine tongues.
For a brief, intense moment, Shirley felt as if she was being overwhelmed by a deluge of voices. It felt like an assault on her senses, a symphony of roars, whispers, and murmurs flooding her consciousness. The voices seemed desperate to convey something, but as she strained to understand, their essence eluded her, evaporating like morning mist.
From this unsettling encounter, a single fragmented phrase managed to linger in her thoughts:
“… Seek their … sun …”
It felt as if she was free-falling into an abyss of the infinite void, surrounded by oppressive darkness and bombarded by an onslaught of noise. Yet as she began to sink deeper, her gaze gradually refocused onto the undulating mass of flesh and eyes before her. A feeling of resignation started to creep into her heart, and the once audible growls of Dog receded into a faint echo.
But in a heartbeat, everything shifted. A resonating explosion of sound reverberated within her very core. Cutting through the omnipresent obscurity, she glimpsed a flicker of a pale green flame. This luminous flame seemed to touch her very soul, causing a searing jolt of pain to snap her back into reality.
Confronted once again with the tall shadowy being before her, its monstrous blossom of flesh shivered uncontrollably. The sun offspring, taken aback, let out a chorus of agonized screeches and growls. It appeared dumbfounded, as though it couldn’t fathom the failure of its insidious attempt to breach and corrupt Shirley’s mind. But its confusion was short-lived.
Suddenly, spectral green flames manifested upon the myriad of eyes embedded within the monstrous bud. Within moments, what began as ethereal reflections metamorphosed into raging fires. These spiritual flames surged forth from the creature’s grotesque crown, devouring and incinerating the intruder from its core, leaving it to be consumed by its own malevolence.
With a ferocious bellow, the monstrous creature writhed in agony. As the ethereal flames consumed its essence, its form contorted, shriveling into a horrific, blackened figure. What began as a localized inferno within the beast soon expanded outward, seeking its kin with a predatory hunger.
The spiritual flames, driven by an otherworldly wind, leaped from one sun offspring to the next. Within seconds, the landscape was transformed: the sun offsprings became pillars of fire, turning the dream realm into a surreal inferno.
For a moment, Shirley stood frozen, her eyes wide in awe at the mesmerizing yet horrifying spectacle before her. The disturbing sensation of her mind teetering on the brink of corruption had faded, replaced by a shivering sense of relief and gratitude. Yet, as the flames expanded, consuming the creatures, her sense of vulnerability was rapidly replaced by triumph. A peal of laughter erupted from her lips, echoing through the dream forest. Brandishing her heavy chain with gusto, she taunted the burning creatures, “Did you pitiful beings truly believe you could infiltrate my psyche? Don’t you know? I’m shielded by the Captain’s might!”
Predictably, the sun offspring remained silent, their cries drowned out by the roaring flames. One by one, they succumbed, crumbling into piles of ash that were gently whisked away by the dream forest’s winds. While Shirley’s laughter and taunts resonated through the forest, a deep sense of relief only truly settled in her chest when the final fiery figure was extinguished. She then shifted her focus to Shireen, eager to ensure her comrade’s safety.
But it was Shireen’s weakened voice that reached her first. “Shirley, something’s… something’s wrong with me.”
A rush of alarm surged through Shirley, making her heart skip a beat. Without hesitation, she sprinted towards Shireen, her dread mounting as she took in the alarming transformation unfolding before her.
Unbeknownst to Shirley during the skirmish, Shireen’s feet had begun to merge with the ground as if being swallowed by the land itself. Dark tendrils, eerily resembling ancient tree roots, spiraled out from her legs, digging deep and anchoring her firmly to the spot. Shireen, with evident struggle, attempted to raise her gaze towards Shirley. Her limbs were slowly but surely encased in a wooden, bark-like substance, stripping them of their flexibility and locking them into place.
What, are the trees dead elves?
Perhaps Shireen is sort of an Avatar of Atlantis, a way it interacts with the Dreamworld.
At the beginning Shireen was sort of Scripted, maybe as Atlantis’s intention was somewhere else and she thus was on “automatic” mode.
Maybe now Shireen is more lively due to Atlantis having taken direct control…
“Ugh, these pests are infuriating!”
And then the elf remarks on her “profanity.” Maybe change pests to an actual curseword?