War's Second Symphony

Mors clicks his tongue as he felt the effects of QI depletion. He only had enough points for one elixir, so he needs to use it when it was the most appropriate. Mors speaks as he spins the skeleton sword in his hand.

"With all of this symphony and dance thing, you should make music"

"Well, that was my original job. I do like the theme a lot. "

Ausar said as he rushes towards Mors once again. Arriving in front of him in seconds, Ausar started to do a fury of attacks. His sword attacks become cleaner and more profound, the sound from Mor's defense, the sword cutting through the air, and the steps they take, created a cruel orchestra. Mors continues to fight, trying to find an opportunity to attack Ausar. That monkey sure was right, if Mors fought Ausar before he sure will have lost.

Of course, even now he was at a disadvantage. But he could hold his own, the only limiting factor was his QI and stamina. As the fight continues, the symphony reaches its climax. Ausar and Mors both knew that a single movement they did during this climax will have its effect tenfold. Now it was a race against time. As both of them take a single step, the orchestra stopped, waiting for its grand beat to drop.

Both of them aim their swords towards each other necks. Ausar holds his sword with both hands, while Mors holds the sword with his right hand. As the sword slowly reach the neck of their targets, a single long spear appears on Mor's empty left hand. Thanks to its position, it was in Ausar's blind spot. In a second Mors aim the spear towards Ausar's arm, to pierce it through and make it unusable.

As metal meet flesh, a large deafening sound echo in the men's ears. Blood spills on the ground and on the men's bodies. A body part could be seen flying high in the air, as It slowly lands a few feet away from the men.

The body part, is brown in color, long, and with a hand attached to it. Soon a curve sword landed close to this arm. Ausar's Right arm, has been cut! The two men look at each other, Mors sword inches away from Ausar's neck.

While two yellow swords pointed towards Mor's head and heart, Ausar has created them the movement he lost his arm. Their feet deep into the ground, QI flowing through their legs. If any of them got blown away by that explosion, it will signal the end.

From the men's ears, blood started to spill out. A single smile appeared on their faces as they spoke, even though they knew the other could not hear them.

"Well done kid"

"Tough bastard, aren't you?"

Now both of them were locked in a deadlock. A single move could lead to both of their deaths. But sadly, for Ausar, he doesn't have a system with a shop. A single blue pill appears mid-air, their breaths were taken away. Mors opens his mouth wide as the pill lands on his tongue. As he swallows the pill, he feels its QI enter his body. It only took Ausar a millisecond to recover, as he commanded his yellow swords to pierce Mor's head and heart.

But they did not move, he could feel that someone was trying to take control away from him! Sweat started to build up more in Mor's forehead as he channels his QI into Ausar Yellow swords. Mors already took his first step towards Ausar's legacy, he has summoned these swords before. Their principle was the same, as such Mors decided to take control over these swords. To protect his own life and take Ausar's life.

"Sadly kid, I can make more than two!"

Ausar said as he moves his remaining hand by doing a chopping motion. As 10 more yellow swords appear and went flew towards Mor's body. As the swords pierce Mor's body, a large explosion happens. Sending dirt flying in all directions. Ausar smiled as he started to cough up blood. Painting the ground red.

A single skeleton spear pierces through his heart. As the dust slowly settle, a bloody and wounded Mors still stood. His right hand was no were to be seen. His face is burning and a large wound now covers half of it. Multiple holes decorate his body, his organs bleeding and dying.

Not even his newly bought armor could defend against so many of Ausar attacks. By all terms of purpose, Mors is dead. He lost this right arm and his organs can no longer support him. But like a miracle itself, Mors still stood, holding his breath to ease the pain. His brain only needs a second to realize the situation of his body before death comes to embrace him.

Ausar's smile only grew larger. He liked this kid, so stubborn to not give up even in death. Maybe it's time for him to give up and go back to his true self in heaven. He has found the perfect inheritor, his mission here is over. As Ausar's body started to turn into light, he spoke one last time.

"Good job kid…may we meet again"

[War Second Step:

Rewards: Wars Legacy(Earn)

Rewards: Self Reforming(Earn)

Failure: Death]

Mors smiles back at Ausar's disappearing figure as he falls down to the ground, he only needs one more notification, just one more to not embrace death's soft figure.

[Defeated Ruling Monster

5/5]

[Defeated a fragment of 'War' 5000 points have been awarded]

[Calculating reward for the event. Rewards calculated. The user will be given the "Martial Aura"]

[Self-Reforming is available. Searching for possible path…..Perfect path has been found]

[Sword Imperial]

[Self Reform now?]

Mors smiled as he picks up his last remaining breath, 'yes'.

[Self Reforming will commence]

As Mors started to blackout he could feel all the weapons in his ring come out of their own will. As Mors closes his eyes, the spears and swords he collected from the skeletons started to melt into metal.

Soon covering him as they started to patch up his wounds. Re-growing his limb and fixing his organs. It could be said that if Mors have not gotten a treasure to make his heart stronger, he would have died.

It could be said if his bones did not grow stronger from a treasure, his body will collapse and die. It could be said it was not for his stronger and more dense muscles, he would have died. If it was not for his strong liver keeping perfect balance in his body, he would have died. If it was not for Mors strong as steel will to not give up, he would have died.

But he did not, for heaven truly have its few favorites.