24 Chapter 24. Soul Transfiguration
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No amount of physical prowess can triumph over the resilience of the soul. A profound truth embedded in those words.
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Standing before me was none other than Fatsis, albeit transformed into something entirely different.
She transmuted the shape of her hands, and her fingers underwent a metamorphosis, morphing into elongated carrot-shaped projectiles. With a swift and controlled motion, she released a barrage that hurtled towards me, each projectile propelled with the speed of bullets shot from a machine gun.
Instinctively, I recognized the need for a swift counter. Channeling my focus, I executed a series of intricate maneuvers, spinning and ducking to avoid the oncoming carrot onslaught. The air whooshed as the vegetable projectiles zipped past.
Lacking any particular fondness for vegetables, I swiftly dashed towards Fatsis, aiming for a resounding blow to her face. The impact was palpable as my strike connected, causing her chubby cheeks to vibrate like a turbulent lake.
The force of the hit sent her flying backward while orchestrating an impactful shockwave through the entire island. The earth shook, rocks fell off cliffs, and, trees threatened to uproot. All because of the much strength loaded into my body.
Fatsis' soul transfiguration kicked in. She morphed and transformed her shape, weaving a net-like structure with her body that nested with the trees.
All her appendages were weirdly elongated. Even her head had stretched and folded with the rest of her body in the heart of the net, forming a structure that looked like a giant cabbage.
The cabbage structure sunk further back, forming a slingshot structure that looked as though it was about to shoot a giant cannonball my way. All the trees in her path got cleared out from the saw-like protrusions that were all over her body.
Finally, she reached a stopping point, and her "body" tensed, ready for retraction.
The cabbage-shaped slingshot unleashed the force stored within her net-like form. A massive cannonball-shaped object hurtled toward me with a speed that agreed with my current speed stats.
Gravity forced the cabbage to plummet to the ground, but it didn't slow a bit. It ploughed the ground, establishing a 50 feet wide canal as it moved.
Judging from the giant nature of the cabbage, it's speed, and, the sharp protrusions it harboured, diving to the side was not a viable option.
I used my strength to perform a powerful leap and soared into the air, careful not to miscalculate how fast Fatsis was moving. I narrowly avoided the colossal cabbage projectile, feeling the rush of air as it passed beneath me.
In that crucial moment suspended in the air, I assessed the battlefield below. Fatsis, still in her bizarre cabbage-form, was now trasnfiguring her form to create root-like elongations that threaded together to form an ascending curved path that would allow her to switch her direction and fall on me.
Below me, several more Amazons were assembling, each showcasing their distinctive transformations. One wielded a set of blades shaped like heads, reminiscent of those found in ancient cults. Another skillfully hurled a branching, tooth-lined rope directly toward my location.
Pointed, spear-like appendages erupted from the ground, hurtling towards me with a speed that mimicked the accelerated growth of trees.
Not far from my position, Mahoraga valiantly swept away groups of cursed women one after another, seamlessly adapting to their diverse attacks. Whether facing slices from blades growing from their bracelets or their hair spiking to tear into his inhuman flesh, he only grew more adept at countering each assault. He pressed on as he made his way to conclude things with me, especially.
As I descended, I couldn't help but marvel at the ingenuity of the soul transfiguration and how it had further advanced. But judging from everything I had seen up to this point, I had come up with deductions on how it had come to be.
The curse balls that had affected them during their time in the altar must have been laden with the souls of the dead and vengeful, spanning ages far back. These were the souls of males who had been sacrificed after an Amazon made the mistake of giving birth to a male in Themyscira.
For a normal human, being touched by any of those Curse balls would instantly result in death (violent explosion from the touched part). However, most Amazons managed to survive, establishing a kind of symbiotic relationship with the souls infused in their bodies. In exchange for preserving their original souls, they could manipulate the borrowed souls through Soul Transfiguration.
Using this power, they could alter the shape of the souls within them, molding them into any deadly form that crossed their imagination. The more they practiced, the more adept they became, constantly evolving their abilities.
With my cursed energy, I could exorcise the souls they employed for a morph, but eliminating them proved challenging because they retained the shape of their original souls. Despite my efforts to expel transfigured souls, they never seemed to exhaust their reserves, maintaining a firm grasp on jujutsu.
In fact, they only improved over time, leaving me puzzled as to why they remained unstoppable. But every zombie has its weakness. Whether it's decapitating it, immersing it in a bath of corrosive acid, or subjecting it to a meticulously calculated sonic frequency. For these Amazons, their vulnerability was rooted in touching their essence: their original soul.
Granted to me was the ability to grow stronger, faster, more agile, and resilient. With my immense strength (2400/2400), I could only hope to land a powerful blow that transcended the bounds of reality, reaching deep into their souls.
A punch or kick more powerful than any I had unleashed on either Mahoraga or Fatsis.
The battlefield beneath me was a chaotic arrangement of fantastical horrors that awaited me in my descent. High above me was a giant cabbage with horrific teeth and an agape mouth that threatened to swallow me whole.
In that fleeting moment suspended in the air, I tapped into the depths of my cursed energy. The power surged through me, providing a divine clarity as my body stiffened. My fists clenched, and my legs coiled like springs, ready to unleash the impending storm upon the battlefield.
The air felt solid as the pressure beneath me increased. The growing appendages slowed down as a purple ambiance shrouded my entire body. I became a conduit for the immense strength bestowed upon me by my cursed energy. The sky adorned itself with a regal purple hue, mirroring the resonance of my very essence with the imminent storm.
Everything seemed to freeze for a moment as my legs and hands sprang to crash the ground and the cabbage above me. Simultaneously, something peculiar happened with Mahoraga. Just as I was about to hit the ground, the wheel on his back rotated and his eyes glowed, instantly locking onto me.
The descent was swift, and as I crashed into the heart of the battlefield, the entire Themyscira Island quaked beneath the impact. The landscape became a tumultuous orchestration of destruction. The sky, once adorned in a regal purple hue, shattered into hues of fiery purple and deep blue as Fatsis ascended through the troposphere, soaring higher and higher into the sky.
The shockwave radiated in every direction, causing a cascade of catastrophic events. The ocean surged, responding to the seismic force that had disrupted the equilibrium of the island. Waves rose in tumultuous fury, crashing against the shores, and the water began to flood the once-stable ground.
Buildings crumbled under the weight of the unleashed power, reduced to rubble that scattered in the relentless tide. The lush vegetation trembled as trees toppled and roots were uprooted.
The Amazons, caught in the aftermath of the cataclysmic event, were tossed about like leaves in a storm. The remnants of their soul-transfigured forms dissipated into the air, their once-daunting shapes unraveling in the face of the overwhelming force that had befallen them.
The cursed energy spread in every direction across the island, successfully exorcising the majority but ultimately failing to meet my initial goal. Only the original souls within immediate proximity to me yielded to the exorcism, and among them was Fatsis.
As the energy dissipated, she underwent a transformation, shrinking like a deflating balloon. Her form withered away, dispersing into a purple hue that lingered in the air, especially as she ascended higher into the sky.
But amid the crumbling structures and the surging waters, an eerie sound reverberated - a sound that cut through the chaos like a haunting melody. It was the sound of ringing coins, a strange and discordant chime that seemed to defy the laws of nature. The air resonated with the metallic echoes, as if the clash had unleashed a symphony of wealth and fortune upon the beleaguered island.
The origin of this peculiar sound remained an anomaly amidst the chaos. The ringing coins seemed to mock the devastation, creating an uncanny juxtaposition between the destructive force unleashed and the strange, jingling melody that now filled the air.
As the floodwaters receded and the echoes of destruction subsided, a profound stillness settled over the shattered Themyscira. But the island was now nothing more than a ship that had lost its hull.
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