Chapter 23-What is She?
She is the challenger, and people could see she was probably one of those who didn't take the trial seriously because she isn't taking this fight seriously too. She floated there, her hair of flames gently waving back and forth as soft flames resembling water washed around her and destroyed everything in its path.
It is a simple move that has managed to stifle the ogre god. He has a domain of disasters, and he could cause catastrophic environmental damage. He has used earthquakes, landslides, tornadoes, tsunamis, and meteor strikes to get this far. Those around him would experience bad luck and mistakes, even in simple actions like walking. He was a walking disaster.
Gehald had to admit that the god had a repertoire of truly useful tools. But all of his tricks didn't work on the lady. She is destruction made incarnate. Her flames destroyed everything and anything thrown against it, the god was tempted to move closer to her to engage in a melee, but he threw that idea out of his head. Earlier, he had thrown a meteor at her to bypass her flames, but it had disintegrated before touching her.
"She is so powerful, but she didn't rank in the first 880. This trial must be a vacation for her." He thought to himself as he watched the fight.
The god was stumped, but he didn't want to admit defeat because he had come this far and didn't want to lose his opportunity to get an origin bead. This is his 3rd attempt now at trying to acquire it. A defeat now means a third failure. He could easily swallow his defeat if the fight had been full of twists and turns, but it wasn't. It was a straight defeat, and he could tell she wasn't putting in much effort.
He decided to quit. There is no use beating a dead horse. He is a grand god, an achievement worthy of praise, and he didn't get to this position by being stupid and stubborn like the members of his race. He can always come back next Origin cycle. Hopefully, he will be lucky then.
While the god was going through a crisis in the arena, Gehald was more interested in his opponent rather than the fight itself.
"What could she be?" he muttered.
He couldn't tell what race the lady belonged to, and he had never seen anything like her power.
He has seen a race of magic-immune giants. This race, unlike other types of races in High Heaven, can't use or sense mana. A race like this should have died out early or been enslaved by more powerful races. But they survived and strived because magic seemed to lose its effect when it came near them.
There is a domain around them that makes magical attacks scatter and become ineffective. The effect of this ability varies depending on how powerful its user is. A more powerful giant could create a domain of no magic around them, which nullified magic within its range.
A more powerful person like a lord of law could overcome this barrier so the race can only hole up in their plane. That was until a really intelligent giant of that race discovered the cause of their uniqueness, he rallied their race and went on to become a grand god, and then he became an origin god allowing them to become a supreme race.
It was only then that they finally realized that they were born with a high affinity with the law of order. Till now, he still suspected that the one that changed their race was probably a mutant because he was truly intelligent while the members of that race were too stupid.
He would have thought the idea absurd, but ever since the success of the realm lord, he is more open to the idea that some members of a species are special. The realm lord was and is still suspected as a mutant High Elf. Anyways, the giants of Order are a truly unique race in the void universe.
That was that, but what was the lady? She isn't returning reality to the state it was before it was tampered with by her opponent as giants of order do. She is annihilating the attacks, and she is using fire too. He doesn't know of any flame that turns things to nothingness.
"What could she be?" he muttered again.
He sees her but he is only interested in the power she wields.
"Hey pal, that fight is over. Forget about it and check this one out." The voice came from his left again, and it seemed to be referring to him.
'Why is it that only the people from my left are talking, not the front, not the back, or his left?'
He cursed his bad luck. It was the giant first, then the one on the left of the giant. He wondered if he could shut out sounds from his booth. It should be possible because the arena is deathly silent. So he was looking around for some sort of switch. The source of the voice spoke again.
"Hey, Oakstein, is that you? It is you. I know you can hear me. You have that pissed look on your face."
Gehald suddenly turned in the direction of the sound. He still couldn't see through his giant neighbor, so he spread his divine sense to see who it was. He had a guess, but he wanted to be sure. The image of a dark-cloaked elf appeared in his mind.
"Staten "Soul dagger" Rubit." Gehald transmitted over. "It is quite a surprise seeing you here."
"Me too. I sure am surprised to see you here. Why are you here? Could you have been forced, or did you lose your way? Nah, that's impossible. Hmm, did you lose your way? That will explain a lot. I mean, I have always wondered why you don't talk much, but I always thought you were smart or something since you are an elf and all that. But this might solve that riddle. Maybe you were just stupid and didn't want to talk, maybe....."