Chapter 9:Consanguinity of Catastrophic Throne

Two mighty symbols have met both having a dragon scales composure and a grand monk's confidence, the blood-lusted ambition of taking down another even far dominant than a male elephant on heat, an insight so far into the future nullifying each other's luck and destiny. Deverra and Vincento approach into an end of cutting their pole of prosperity betting it in a gamble of chains, one will be captured into it and one will be the superior.

"Long time no see brat, are you comfortable into your staple hiding like a baby kangaroo not knowing a single consciousness outside of your imaginative habitat? HAHAHA!!!" said Vincento with a horrifying laugh.

"Vincento!!!, this day I will defeat you with my ability I've trained for two years! I will show you my pride in the "Okurtonte" last name that my father gave" fiercest like a howling wolf said by Deverra revealing his last name.

Two rivals of the golden seat clash similar to a small tiger challenging the great gigantic dragon, using their kinesa ability as an offensive defense maintaining an ongoing exchange of neutralization of ability with Deverra's "body reconstruction" counters Vincento's "Music of Inferiority" with ease of stopping a child tantrum.

"Ho? So my ability is useless, I probably would go serious with this punk HAHAHAHA"

said Vinceto hinting at a change of flow into their battle with heavenly confidence.

"What are you planning? De Vairrere bastard!" said Deverra on his wary mind.

As Deverra's sweaty eyes of a deserving fortune blink, even though not blinking thoroughly and only one over one hundred was moved, the ballsy stabber got into his behind reaching a maximum average velocity near greater than light in a matter of second even quicker than his own shadow like Lucky Luke.

"Surprise! Look behind" calmly whispered Vincento to its snail prey.

Connecting a monstrous force of a punch to Deverra's face flying through three edifices demolishing each of its bases shattering pieces into the ground resulting in Deverra's inability to focus managing proper posture and etiolating his body to the toe similar to a baby bird who seeks practice of flight later on not capable of controlling Its gravity and losing the sense of airflow unable to fly and just dropping to the ground on a fatal injury.

"HAHAHAHA!!! "a father's sin is not the sin of his child," they say??? what nonsense HUWAHAHAHA! I'm just looking forward to ending one's suffering, I will end everyone's hope to fully conquer my wonderland Nimanso, I am ending this now "Prince Deverra." laughing uncontrollably said Vincento looking forward to assassinating Deverra who revealed to be the shadow figure of Nimanso and the son of the previous king.

As the two significant heroes of the twilight conclude in a bout of supremacy, a twig-like body barely dodges the barrage of punches illuminated with a shady negative natural aura of a cactus in the desert. Szenzen pursues the tail of the dragon for safety scarcely outwitting the enraged tiger of hazards.

"Damn this girl, Is she really using her natural kinesa aura? what a monster" said Szenzen on her cornered mind.

"Hey, hey, hey! stop running away! you messed up the beautiful flower my prince always gave me, face your punishment." said Strella with a melancholy darken messed up face.

"Acting high like a God? all of you pestful royalties make me cringe, you're not even in the vision of Vincento range to be noticed," said Strella visually changed of emotion quickly turning into some sort of sadistic clown on its insane laughing routine.

"What is she saying? royalty? Vincento? oh, so that's why she mentioned him earlier." said Szenzen on her evasive mind

"So you're the bitch of that bastard Vincento? HAHAHA, perfect timing say this to that scum that this city will be liberated by the hand of my comrade Krezo, don't forget that!"

said Szenzen without a single sense of doubt having the glimmering eyes of a hopeful town after a destructive calamity.

Strella got shot by the arrow of a faithful samaritan after what Szenzen has happened to say being fully annoyed across the number line reaching a maximum and unbridled spontaneous release of its natural kinesa aura fully bringing all out and boasting its overall bound potential.

"I'm the only one in this world allowed to have faith, I'll not let an ant unnoticed defeat me with that petty talk, releasing it all might be enough to put you into submission, taste this natural poison you will never have even a counting century has passed," said Strella like she is the only one who represents the symbolism of faith.

"By that logic, you're using your natural aura, right?" said Szenzen seemingly noticing a slight hole in Strella's plan.

"Ah, that's undoubtedly right, I appreciate the little genius act of you, ant," said Strella who exerted all of her manifested natural negative aura.

"How is that again, you snapped out and then became a scary clown with that long black hair of your hiding your one eye, like this?" said Szenzen in a mocking way, on Strella's point of view perhaps.

"How can an ant be careless in this type of scenario," said Strella who rapidly ambushes the analyst ant but dodges it very quick.

"Hey, how coward I'm thinking here you know. Realistically speaking, if releasing an aura is by forcing it out, what if I slightly destroy the system by forcing it out at the same time I push it back, would it work? I'll try that one" said Szenzen on serious argumentative self-talk hypothesizing how a negative aura might work.

Going through abrupt research on mind, using her pride and reserved intelligence of being the girl who possesses the title of "Epitome of Intellect" reaching the next stage of experimenting it on her body. Her body initiates freeing the black aura mixing into Strella's ant-like size in comparison to a gigantic spacious of black clouds Szenzen had to create.

"This feeling? It's slightly hurting me but not that great of a burden"

"Looks like I over extent my release of kinesa aura, or am I? that's just barely sixty percent of my power HAHAHAHA," said Szenzen obtaining the supremacist advantage.

"For now, I'll end your pathetic tantrum."

TO BE CONTINUED.