Divine Heritage: Only I Can Judge The gods-Chapter 66: Facing the Impossible (3)

"Dragon strike."

A dry laugh left Ark’s throat.

"Ouh lá lá."

A large wave of red rippling energy tore through the slender blade, encompassing the entirety of the silver sword.

Ark’s golden bean was completely dwarfed by the woman’s version of his curse, the energy beam going so high that Ark could not see the end of it.

CRACK!

Multiple golden lines appeared on Ark’s axe as his weapon caved under the force of the tumultuous energy.

The axe exploded in a wave of golden sparks, blowing over his body and leaving him completely undefended.

[Your Artifact has been destroyed]

The golden glow of Ark’s dragon strike was consumed in an instant as the black energy charged towards him.

There was nowhere to run, no step to take.

It was checkmate...

Ark closed his eyes, ready to take the blow but just as it inched close to him he felt someone grab onto his shirt and pull him backward.

Boom!

The entire plane was obliterated, the blow slicing through the ground and creating a large rift that went deep into the earth.

Ark let out a breath, watching the destruction that took place in its wake before looking up to face his saviour.

He was met by intense golden eyes.

The woman smiled as she regarded him, "You are indeed worthy. It’s a good feeling, knowing that I chose the right person..."

She let go of his shirt, and Ark’s butt bumped against the cold dirt.

He was completely exhausted, his spiritual essence drained by the momentary tug of war.

That bubbling feeling had settled as well, returning to its slumbering state. Ark tried to rouse it to awaken but he was met by silence, that primal instinct had indeed returned to its slumber.

"It’s not asleep." The woman said as though she could read his thoughts.

"That is merely the measure you can awaken without my involvement."

Ark tried to rise but his body was completely worn out so he just sat there and stared up at her.

"How do I awaken more?"

"Don’t worry, in due time, little by little you will."

She stared up at the fragmented moon, a sad look flashed across her face before she spoke.

"You are wrong..."

"Huh?" Ark asked, confused.

"Combat is not dominion." She paused.

"Combat is absolute adaptability."

The golden tint on her hair began to fade as a cold wind blew past them.

The fragmented moon slowly faded away and with it, the red glow— replaced by a cloudy blue sky and a hidden sun.

The coarse ground shifted and Ark was suddenly surrounded by a grassy plain with tall trees not too far from him.

Once again he could hear the pleasant sound of the water bell.

The woman, she was leaving...

She looked down at Ark and offered him a hand. Immediately he took it, he felt a pleasant tingle spread around his entire body.

All his injuries suddenly began to close and even his essence was quickly getting restored.

"Your Heritage is combat."

"Never forget what happened today, not even in the face of death."

A heavy wind suddenly blew against them, causing their clothes to billow to the side.

The world suddenly began to lose its colour, the green grass, the brown logs and the blue sky were all fading into white.

"Wait! What about Silver?"

"Who? Oh, Narissa? She’ll be back, try not to be too hard on her though."

She brought her fingers to her hair, a nervous smile on her face.

"I pretty much jacked her body."

She sighed.

"I’m going to get an earful at dinner... Goodbye Ark." She said, just as the world was engulfed in a bright white light.

Ark found himself back in his bedroom, standing next to his bed.

Crash!

His legs gave in as he was suddenly hit with a strong wave of nausea. Ark quickly forced himself to stand up as he ran towards the toilet sink.

He retched, releasing the contents of his belly.

The awful smell of partially digested food and stomach acids reached his nose causing him to retch once more, only this time, nothing came out.

When he stared at the bowl, he was met with the sight of blood mixed up with his vomit.

Ark turned on the tap, splashing the cold water onto his face while the vomit went down the drain.

The cold water was meant to be refreshing and yet it did little to help how he was feeling.

Next was a splitting headache, like a thousand razors rattling within his head that only worsened with the slightest movements.

Ark held onto his head with both hands letting out a groan as he stumbled out of the bathroom and out to the halls.

He could feel it deep within him, if he did not get help soon, something bad was going to happen...

That was when he recalled Silver’s warning. The white room was not reality, but neither was it purely imaginative.

Ark wobbled his way to the stairs, his hands still clenched on his head, that was he was suddenly overcome by a severe thirst that burned the back of his throat.

Somehow, he managed to make it down the stairs and walked into the kitchen.

’What time is it?’

Everywhere was dark so Ark fumbled his way around until he finally found the light switch and flicked it on.

When the kitchen came into view, he practically ran towards the fridge, maddened by thirst and grabbed onto the handle.

Something warm fell onto his arm, he was bleeding from his nose but Ark didn’t seem to notice.

He flung the door open and immediately pulled out a bottle of water emptying bottle after bottle until there was nothing left.

Yet his thirst had not been quenched, that was when Ark realized... The thirst was mental.

He collapsed on the center aisle, and slid down to the floor, the sound of shattering glass filling his ear as he did.

This time he felt his legs twist, his muscles tearing only to reform moments later in a repeated torturous fashion.

And yet his legs looked perfectly fine.

His stomach was next, followed by his spine.

All phantom pains, vestiges of the countless ways in which he had died and been resurrected.

Just before Ark slipped into unconsciousness, he was met with a pair of panicked emerald green eyes.

It was strange that in that state, even going through all that pain, the only thing that came to his mind was—

’Her name... I forgot to ask her name."

The world went dark.