Chapter 80: My insanity

Selwyn watched as a gaping hole was torn through Mikoto's chest. The wound was large enough to rid him of his heart, lungs, esophagus, trachea, and thymus. Naturally, Mikoto Yukio would have died were he not himself; his brain was undamaged and running at full speed. He could immediately deduce that he had lost important organs and which organs they were. Furthermore, he deduced that healing magic was, for some reason, unaffected.

Healing magic was derived from Creation Magic. If you were advanced with it, you could create your cells and heal organs and limbs with ease. Mikoto possessed the height of healing magic thanks to being a spawn of Octavia. Even so, he could not repair his organs no matter how much he tried. So he settled for something inferior, using his mana, he shaped it delicately into replacements for each missing organ. Of course, he had to account for each individual cell, atom, and whatnot, but this was all only temporary.

Naturally, all of this occurred in less than a few seconds. Mikoto did not know what kind of ability Selwyn had used. But even so, it might not have been magic, but still, his eyes were in the process of dissecting this foreign ability. The Chthonia, a passive Familial Art of spawns of Octavia, helps understand magic on a deeper scale, no matter how complex said magic is. And it can analyze a spell in an instance. However, what Selwyn used was not magic but an ability. And his eyes would treat it as such. For now, he deduced Selwyn had to actually see his target to unleash this odd ability. So blocking his vision was required for now to grant himself temporary respite.

So with his absurdly large chest cavity, Mikoto ignored the pain and focused his magic. His eyes fixed intently on his opponent, he raised his hand and summoned a colossal wall of rock to erupt from the ground. The sheer scale of the barrier was breathtaking, towering above them like a monolith. Selwyn, however, merely raised his sword and spoke a single word: "Eviscerate."

The rock wall seemed to shimmer and writhe, as if alive, and then simply ceased to exist. Mikoto's eyes narrowed, his mind racing to comprehend the implications of Selwyn's ability. But before he could react, Selwyn's gaze snapped up to meet his, a cold hunger in his eyes.

Mikoto vanished from view, only to reappear high above Selwyn, his palm extended towards him. A blast of compressed energy erupted from his hand, a laser-like beam that hurtled towards Selwyn at speeds that looked instantaneous. Of course, necessary calculations were made so the beam of pure light launched at that kind of speed. The air around him seemed to distort and ripple as the beam approached, its path illuminated by a faint blue glow.

Selwyn tilted his head to one side, avoiding the blast by mere inches. The laser screeched past his face, leaving behind a trail of ionized air that crackled with energy. It struck the ground behind him with explosive force, sending shockwaves through the snow and sending Selwyn stumbling backward.

The resulting blast sent snow flying in all directions, creating a miniature blizzard that reduced visibility to near zero. When the cloud finally cleared, Selwyn was seen springing upward, his sword at the ready. He uttered another word: "Eviscerate."

Mikoto's left arm simply vanished, severed from his body as if it had never existed. His expression remained impassive, but his mind was racing with calculations and deductions. He realized that Selwyn's ability was not just destruction – it was erasure from existence itself.

("About how he does that, he has the ability to influence reality to a minor degree.") Mikoto's mind raced. ("He's forcing reality to follow a specific order or he's enforcing a law onto reality, and that law is the end all things he wants to. My heart, lungs, esophagus, trachea, and thymus; they were in essence erased. I can't heal them with restoration, hell even if I had a full understanding of time magic reverting my body back to how it was might be impossible. And recreating my cells with healing seems impossible because even basic healing is either derived from Time Magic or Creation Magic, however the latter is a solution.")

"Creation Magic." He murmured, but it would be best to put a few chants with it to boost the spell further. "Birth of a God, from nothingness to everything, prosperity to all." He chanted. Naturally, any and all spells had their own unique chants, including Familial Arts. It was a good thing he had asked Agatha what those chants were.

So with newfound understanding, Mikoto focused his magic on recreating his missing limb. His chest cavity began to glow with a soft blue light as his heart, lungs, esophagus, trachea, and thymus were reformed from nothingness. His arm grew back in an instant, the cells, bone, muscles, and skin knitting together seamlessly. He flexed his arm for good measure. His old man may have been scum, but forcing the knowledge into him was seeming to prove very useful. Understanding human anatomy only made creating new organs and limbs all the more easier.

As Selwyn landed back on the ground, Mikoto teleported above him once more. With a burst of magical energy, he created an orb of dark energy that coalesced into a sphere before hurtling toward Selwyn with incredible velocity. The orb struck the ground mere inches from Selwyn's feet, unleashing an explosion that rocked the very foundations of the landscape. The blast sent snow flying in all directions, creating a massive crater that stretched for thousands of feet. The force of the blast could most likely be felt all the way to Galadriel.

However, when the dust settled, Selwyn emerged from the wreckage, half his armor chipped away and bearing only minor injuries. His blade was firmly gripped in his hand, and that eerie glint still in his eyes. He was enjoying this. Mikoto would comment on how insane he was, but he was in the process of trying to kill him.

Thousands of glyphs suddenly came into existence and swirled around Selwyn like tiny tornadoes, each one emitting a stream of white light that hurtled toward him. They pierced the air with unseen speed and a whistle. However, Selwyn merely raised his sword once more and spoke the same word: "Eviscerate." The glyphs vanished in an instant, as if they had never existed at all.

Mikoto reappeared behind him, fists clenched as he prepared to strike. He reinforced himself with strengthening charms, amplifying his physical prowess to incredible levels. His strength without any charms was quite absurd, adding them only boosted it all the more.

The punch connected with devastating force, striking Selwyn's stomach with such violence that it sent him flying upward like a launched rocket. The shockwave generated from the blow was cataclysmic, shaking the very earth as if an earthquake assaulted all. Selwyn's body pierced the stratosphere before Mikoto teleported above him once more.

With another burst of magical energy, he unleashed another punch that sent Selwyn plummeting toward the ground like a falling star. The impact when he landed was enormous – the ground shuddered beneath their feet as Selwyn crashed into the snow with incredible force. Waves of snow were kicked up high into the air as a shockwave spread the snow widely about. The destruction Mikoto was causing would have outside parties debating whether he was any good.

But despite the ferocity of the blow, Selwyn emerged from the wreckage relatively unscathed – battered and slightly bruised perhaps, but still standing tall. Though all those minor wounds healed themselves at a near instance. It seems he had high-speed regeneration like Amaury.

("For real?") Mikoto internally questioned. ("All those spells and this all I managed? Something's missing with my magic, it's destructive but still I'm missing something.")

"What ecstasy." The grin that split on Selwyn's face was inhumanely wide, and eerie would not do it justice. "Sorceresses have stood against me, knights have stood against me, and many a beast have as well."

"Your point?"

"It has been years since I was injured." The prince admitted. "Magic with such ferocity and disgust directed at my very being." Selwyn chuckled. "But beneath that untamed hate you feel it too, no? The excitement. The ecstasy. The fun derived from this battle." Mikoto scoffed.

"Don't compare me to you." Mikoto sneered. "Filthy animal who can't even use magic, I don't derive any fun from this. I'm gonna kill you out of necessity." Despite his words, Selwyn merely chuckled once more.

"So you say, but tell me, enemy of mine, what is your name?" How odd that a destructive battle like this would have led to a simple introduction. Even so, the least Mikoto would do is let the animal know the name of his killer.

"Mikoto," he uttered. "I'd say remember it, but you'll be a corpse in a minute."

"We shall see." Selwyn gripped his sword tightly as the foreign energy engulfed him once more. "Now come, my enemy, share in my insanity and enjoy this battle."