novelraw Chapter 500: Matilda
Chapter 500: Matilda
Streams of twisting "∞" symbols continuously flashed in Fisher's eyes. In the blink of an eye, he arrived in front of the stone tower.
He indeed harbored some ominous premonitions in his heart, especially upon seeing that Elf, Tsubaki, standing guard beneath the stone tower, quietly watching the approaching Fisher and Helaire.
Fisher's footsteps halted in their tracks. Tsubaki also turned his head to look at him, saying,
"Mr. Fisher, my brothers and sisters will be arriving very soon. You have already entered the Mythic Rank; please lend me a hand to temporarily hold them back."
"...Where is Asuka?"
Tsubaki turned his head to look at the stone tower. At the position of the peak, a golden streak of light flashed out from time to time. Next, he said,
"She and Margaret are controlling the Loom's core on the top floor of the tower. Their progress will be very fast. As long as the Loom is successfully grasped and linked to the death here, we—and the Ideal State—will be able to survive under the hands of my compatriots."
Tsubaki's eyes were sincere, and his words requesting Fisher's help were earnest. This caused Fisher's suspicions regarding him and Margaret attacking him previously to recede by quite a bit.
In his eyes, Tsubaki was truly an out-and-out good Elf.
But at this very moment, while nodding, Fisher still kept a vigilant eye and asked one more question,"I understand. We will help you... But before that, I have a little something I wish to say to Asuka. I want to go up and see her."
"...The situation right now is critical. Once you go up, you might disturb her and Margaret's progress in controlling the Loom. Can it not wait a bit? We cannot afford a single mistake right now."
"Is this Margaret's directive?"
"Yes."
"..."
That feeling inside Fisher's heart became increasingly prominent. He raised his eyes to look at the thick golden luminance above, then let out a sigh and said,
"Sorry. This matter is very important. I absolutely must go up."
Hearing this, a bit of visible anger finally appeared on Tsubaki's gentle and refined face. Looking at the mist outside where a storm was brewing, he questioned Fisher,
"Fisher, why is it that you have to do this kind of thing the closer we get to a critical moment? The Ideal State is currently hanging by a thread on a matter of life and death. Are you this unwilling to trust me and Margaret? Pulling this kind of willful stunt when the situation is extremely urgent—could it be that you all don't want the Teardrop anymore?"
"...I trust you, but I do not trust Margaret."
"She views Asuka as a daughter! They spent day and night together for the four days you were absent. If she truly intended to do anything to Asuka, she would have long since done it!"
Alright, it seems explaining wasn't going to get through.
Watching Fisher cease his speech, Tsubaki tsked in utter irritation, subsequently stating,
"I will not let you enter. You have only just stepped into the Mythic Rank. You will not be my match. Stop making meaningless attempts."
"..."
Fisher did not speak, only glancing at the grinning "man" behind him in Tsubaki's eyes. Thus, in the next second, within his extremely astonished line of sight, "Cain's" body flickered bit by bit with a warm light akin to morning sunlight. In the ensuing moment, her true form wearing a Crown with ethereal wings growing from her back revealed itself.
Although the Crown on her head was somewhat different from the traditional Angel's halo in the past, Tsubaki still recognized at a single glance that this fellow before his eyes was a verifiable Angel!
How was it possible? Margaret had clearly inspected them with the Loom already. How did this fellow sneak in?
Fisher twisted his neck, persuading Tsubaki earnestly,
"Tsubaki, save your stamina. The Elves will be arriving immediately. I just want to see Asuka Karasawa; I will not interfere with their progress."
"The moment you head up, you will have already interfered with them. I will not let you do it."
Fisher spoke no more. The instant the Soul power upon his body flared alight, the surrounding Rules crumbled to pieces bit by bit. The moment he felt that dangerous force of Chaos, countless robust, ancient trees blooming with purple flowers abruptly sprung up around Tsubaki's body.
Those ancient trees akin to arms abruptly shot high into the air, colliding together with Fisher's power.
"Boom!"
Following a massive explosion noise, the entire Ideal State started to shake faintly. That terrifying impact force blew away the buildings on the side, even causing the stone tower to slant slightly.
Tsubaki instantly cast a nervous look towards the residents of the Ideal State who were still dreaming within the cluster of structures. Within the smoke and dust faraway, Fisher did not deal another successive strike. Instead, he said to Tsubaki,
"They haven't even arrived and you already want to start a war? You should know that battles crossing into the Mythic Rank will reduce everything in the vicinity into flying ash. So why insist on this?"
"I will not let you head up."
He was simply refusing to listen to reason. It was as if Margaret had sucked out his brain marrow dry. Whatever she commanded, this guy executed; total communication had turned impossible.
Fisher lifted his chin looking straight at the top of the stone tower, unshakeably feeling the golden hue up top was incurring minute degrees of transmutation. Subsequently, he abruptly felt a wave of odd fluctuations transmitting over from above.
Fisher was immensely familiar with that fluctuation. Synthesized concurrently, that fluctuation miraculously spurred quite an exceptional level of resonance with the item over by his chest, which Renee handed him designated to be placed into the Holy Grail. Simulating reflections complementing reflections, they yearned to converge to amplify their potency.
That's... Chaos?
Why was such noticeably immaculate Chaos blooming right above?
Fisher furrowed his brows. Discerning immaculate energies signifying Chaos blooming directly from the top parameter mapping the stone tower, he downwardly cast a glance observing that item relentlessly triggering harmonious resonance against it.
Renee's item wasn't singularly restricted to tampering with the Holy Grail; it additionally held enough capacity to heftily balloon the power fueling Chaos?
Without consideration over whatever composed the Chaos sitting at the top, Fisher rationally ascertained restricting Renee's item from bordering close to that side.
Bypassing bringing into question outcomes precipitating from amplifying the potency tracing that Chaos, in the highly undesirable fractional chance Renee's item melted, even should he witness the Holy Grail's visage, no more opportunities exist repelling Death progressing forward. That would summarily be announcing an absolute loss.
Therefore, executing prompt and resolute determination, Fisher pulled the item out from his embrace. Rotating his cranium gazing towards Helaire directly posterior to him, he next handled over this object regulating the determinants distinguishing his life versus demise unto her.
"Helaire, circumstances transpiring above smell off, I absolutely mandate making ascents checking atop. This article possesses exceptional significance for me. Under scenarios dictating its misplacement, I'll invariably be trapped under jeopardy. Handing it to your keeping temporarily, you intercept Tsubaki right here over my stead."
Helaire received over the object he handed. With blue-gold scattered irises scanning pacing sweeps across that particular item momentarily, she smiled back towards him next,
"Looks like extreme weight constitutes upon my responsibilities eh... In that case, rest handing it towards me entirely."
"Mhm, I leave it to you."
Tsubaki desired enacting interceptions anew. Fisher, bypassing further energy expenditure reacting against him anymore, ignored him. The posterior Helaire, slipping Fisher's object seamlessly across borders wrapping her chest, suddenly hiked an arm at this matching tick. Trumping the timeframe precipitant ahead Tsubaki's aggressive launch matching coordinates mapped onto Fisher, she snapped his progress cleanly separated banking entirely upon a beam composing toasting sunrays belonging to breaking dawn. Capitalizing over exactly this interval margin, Fisher rocketed entirely straight onto paths tracing to the tip-top apex defining the stone tower.
"ANGEL!!"
"ELF!!"
Facing Tsubaki's enraged bellows, Helaire correspondingly yelped up imitating Tsubaki's phrasing packing a faux masquerading flavor on it, veritably verging blowing Tsubaki's brain straight out due from fury.
He absolutely wasn't qualified to cleanly process Helaire alone, much less mention coupling yet another Fisher hosting ironclad conviction dictating charting an upward ascent.
Fuming with burning fury across the bounds of his chest, he twisted back checking upon the lofty tower posterior to him, resigning entirely to powerlessly staring blankly at Fisher rushing continuously sprinting scaling upwards latching exterior the bounds carving the stone tower.
"Buzz, buzz, buzz..."
Yet, directly aligning within the very speck mapping Fisher navigating above, across the sweeping parameters outlining the internal bounds comprising the entire nation, an excessively horrifying deathly aura established trails spreading spanning widely across.
...
...
Flying tracing into boundaries mapped in mid-air, Fisher abruptly underwent an icy shiver surging matching a chill down his spine altogether. Directly at this particular moment mapping present time, that corresponding Death evicted courtesy leaning onto Renee's force once again wrapped tight re-latching straight back. His maneuvers bottlenecked halting to a slight lag. Snapping sequentially subsequent, that palpitation flavor tagging identically behind like a shadow following the form encircled clamping flush onto his coordinates, reducing him lacking capacities catching his breath.
Thread by thread, shapeless ebony filaments spread outward stemming originating deep spanning subterranean depths, bearing resemblance to a gluttonous Taotie ravishingly dining upon tribute items arranged laid forth directly preceding it.
Biting into his molars tightly, Fisher shot mapping out his Fluid Sword viciously wrapping latching aggressively around the stone pillar structured above in an instant. Next, predating limits yielding to his physical bounds turning mush, he wrenched pulling fiercely forcibly, rocketing his trajectory up top acting bearing identity to bounds hurtled catapulted from a slingshot.
"Plop!"
Ensuing sequentially following the culmination of his flip bridging a safe touchdown, proportional corresponding matching closeness edging tighter the central bounds lining that stone tower, equivalently swifter translated toward his bounding heart rhythm rate.
Beset alongside ravings ringing in an ear-numbing roar mapping coordinates lining his auricles, Fisher discharged sweeping gazes spanning all perimeters in his surroundings. He recorded exclusively that Margaret enveloped packaged cleanly securely into highly potent extremes characterizing Chaos power suspending mid-air, yet completely missing was any trace defining the figure of Asuka Karasawa.
"Margaret..."
Fisher clutched clamping onto his own heart. His stare rapidly targeted locking tightly onto explicit blood tracks dripping splattered framing the pool boundary alongside that long-handled Dagger casually tossed resting atop a side. The scarlet shades mapping inside the limits comprising the pool bled outwards perpetually without bounds, permitting those ominous premonitions taking shelter inwards his internal space to scooch inching gradually tighter converging atop reality.
The Loom of Fate overlaying coordinates characterizing that blonde lady had wholly transited fully turning onto colorations defining Chaos. That perpetual wriggling, indescribable unnameable matter continually supplied inexhaustible linkages fusing aligning tightly toward that Transferred Person. It shifted her humanoid exterior to correspondingly trace tracks exhibiting distortion fraction by fraction, practically conveying her flesh casing completely lacked adequate capabilities accommodating its terrifying interior.
It served as a great fortune preserving against ferrying Renee's object upwards up. Providing alternatives against, outcomes producing what sort of disastrous happenstances mapped entirely into territories yielding utterly unsure probabilities.
"Teacher Fisher, you arrive finally stepping onto here... Hehe. Properly divulging factually realistically, I've maintained constant curiosity spanning this stretch. The Loom outlined relaying straight towards my knowing, there resides similarly power packed inside parameters outlining you qualifying aiding directly toward me yielding fully grasping control above the Loom. Furthermore, despite bearing status pursued endlessly tailed relentlessly from Death, lacking yielding a single trace depicting your demise spanning this duration entirely... precisely for what reasonings serving at the bottom of this?"
"Where is Asuka Karasawa?"
Margaret bypassed casting rotational backward glances at all. Instead, shuddering vibrations surged unrestrained spilling over the parameters mapping her limits. Resembling bounds characterizing rapturous ecstasies flooding erupting out her inner domain possessing completely zero capabilities netting adequate suppression by this point.
"Hahaha, 'where is Asuka', a verifiable testament verifying your standing translating purely matching a good teacher. Irrespective despite housing a deviant constitution catering preferences aligning spanning the Demi-human Race extending touching bounds mapping onto men, quite unexpectedly though, a tender softness resides rooted. Thus validating factors illuminating rootings determining just quite exactly why Asuka harbors such tremendous liking addressing you... Reaching limits of rather electing for retaining a live you, rebuffing firmly against consenting my propositions leaving charting exits spanning domains out of alongside myself..."
"...I do not fancy men."
Fisher phrased out accordingly.
"Such nuances lack gravity anyway, dear Teacher Fisher. Come, allow me usher escorting you onto meetings fetching Asuka. Right present here embodies exactly where her presence is rooted. Hehe."
That identically specified Loom of Fate coiling wrapped binding upon her limits served practically substituting specified segments constituting parts framing her biological organs instead. Flipping open dense patches layering tightly packed hordes constituting endlessly rocking eyeballs paired connecting towards maws harboring detestable saliva, displaying traits bearing fangs and brandishing claws discharging up a bestial roar aligned directing onto Fisher.
This fellow fell out utterly shedding all bounds classifying as normal. Expressing aspects entirely different divorcing clear boundaries separated entirely detached marking distinct contrasts evaluating aside to before, depicting that placid amicable bearing she'd shown previously. Factoring unclear unknowns if she maintained such dispositions stretching back trailing ages ago, factoring reasons solely tracing towards current events finalizing monumental grand pursuits mapping onto successful accomplishments hence determining finally shedding previous disguises abandoning acting pretenses?
Fathoming recognizing that intimately familiar madness-infused aura parading facing the boundaries occupying spaces laying frontal past his sightlines, Fisher clamped onto down on his dentition exhaling out a single sigh.
Truly genuinely, mapping onto timeframes defining the future, he retained standing persistently bridging constant interactions crossing paths battling against these insane maniacs harboring traits yielding Completion Handbooks. Scaling towards present mapping trips spanning crossing boundaries charting upon trips onto the past timeline, subtracting traits involving Completion Handbooks, nevertheless maniacs persisted resolutely remaining entirely present anyway.
Fisher withheld discharging any interaction toward her whatsoever. Instead, maintaining focus pinning point-blank directing straightforward mapping bounds encapsulating dispersing tracking fluids marking blood scattering originating tracing past inside parameters limiting the pool's watery boundaries. Extrapolating guessing metrics assuming barring incorrect assumptions, Asuka absolutely resided housed contained identically inside. Dictating paramount priority mandating charting initial steps fishing extracting fetching Asuka into rescued parameters forming the only acceptable outcome necessary.
Shedding dispensing all variants supplying syntaxes interlaced warnings yielding clues presaging occurrences prior altogether—Fisher, plagued bound by Death, erupted up eruptive in a flash. Priming preparations skipping traversing directly bypassing straightforward paths charting routes evading margin blocks placed by Margaret positioned up-front intercepting routes. Extracting fetching rescuing Asuka Karasawa safely fished away detached cleanly breaking spans connecting boundaries mapping inside limits dictating the pool represented his foremost intended act.
In divergence contrary though, Margaret had already manifested pre-knowledge mapping clairvoyance beforehand altogether. Reaching this specific moment tracing matching bounds transpiring presently now, properties detailing the hundreds crossing into the thousands composing amounts constituting the eyes comprising elements of the Loom layered atop her locked firmly peering gazes entirely completely centered anchoring purely fixed on Fisher. Serving analogous functions resembling intents clamping down to pierce tracking spotting viewing cleanly right through translating parameters outlining his Destiny squarely.
Attributed spanning exact lines defining conditions framing such identical nature—pre-dating prior charting routes signaling tracking executions matching his physical kinetics—Margaret manifested actions elevating an arm charting into an upward lift. Sourcing origin points originating from directly underneath bottom layers flanking Fisher's spatial station—higher quantities scaling densities netting significantly vastly condensed populations detailing threads of death bounded enveloping chaining securely restricting onto his parameters securely.
Spans encompassing boundaries forming limits capturing the overarching floor altogether triggered tremoring cracking splitting lines shedding dense patterns yielding erratic fine crevices numbering infinitely. Occurring thereafter originating shooting bursting right passing outside derived within these bounds spewed strings detailing threads of death exhibiting qualities even more hair-raising factoring terrors. Identical threads mapping lines triggered wrapping protocols entirely indiscriminately lacking differing bias engaging wrapping maneuvers coiling up living creatures populated inhabiting limits encasing domains bordering inside limits governing the Ideal State. Discounting evaluating factoring factoring Mythic Ranks, identically encountering parameters framing facing fronting standing exactly parallel facing against parameters embodying Death yielded limits presenting high difficulties bridging charting a successful fleeing escape, placing zero necessity mentioning unconscious entities partaking Demi-human Race groupings mirroring equally mapping equivalents extending encompassing Human subsets currently lost drifting dreaming in the midsts of sleep.
The sacrifice had commenced.
Margaret's physical capsule sustained continual enshrouding wrappings sourcing overlapping layers combining components denoting Chaos twinned mapping elements specifying the Loom of Fate collectively. Suspended contained bordering inside terrifying whispers intertwined overlapping ravings escaping scattering out passing outward sourcing stemming originating tracing derivations originating mapping inside subjective worlds composing properties comprising mapping her personalized spheres framing internal environments. Every array charting entries tracing mapping her seven orifices began leaking bleeding materials synonymous variants equivalently charting forces destructive targeting shattering properties bearing traits matching Rules out altogether.
"Matilda... Hurry, wake up and lend a hand bridging rendering help towards Mama."
The sacrificial offering of Death located to out back posterior locked swaddling wrappings packaging tightly netting escalating restrictive densities binding upon Fisher. Flipping to Margaret, she inherently lacked traces harboring a capacity dispensing extra processing capacities affording further interactions aimed toward his direction whatsoever. Fathoming intercepting perceptions monitoring incoming parameters depicting the Authority of Life transporting unceasingly streaming deriving originating out of the Authority of Death... Resembling bordering traits portraying characteristics acting adjacent exhibiting traits modeling leaping for joy cheering rapturously altogether as she lofted lifting tracing upwards bounding the World Tree Teardrop situated anchoring mapping parameters detailing position underneath prior. Proceeding mixing blending kneading fusing incorporating exactly mapping limits constituting forming shapes birthed generated originating translating resulting sourcing derived out passing the boundaries composing the Authority of Life cleanly precisely.
Housed situated internally resting inside matrices detailing memory structures logging Margaret's recollection history, precisely what exact categorical variant depicting visages shaping appearances appropriately categorized formatting evaluating mapping matching variables framing exactly mapping her Matilda?
She embodied exactly arrays outlining parameters characterized defining an existence cute and well-behaved, wielding speeds matching quick processing when picking grasping learning dialects composing languages alongside being extremely well-behaved demonstrating sensibility identically in tandem too.
On intervals registering fatigue exhaustion crossing paths manifesting aligning internal sensing parameters touching onto mapping herself. Instances detailing intervals occurring tracking standing encountering parallel facing directly forward observing German officers, confronting enduring instances submitting currying favor accompanying suffering insults triggering charting ideations yielding suicide attempts. She routinely utilized implementations extending bounds detailing her diminutive, warm physical body issuing hugs embracing securely encompassing wrapped securely entirely onto herself...
She would say,
"Mama, it doesn't matter. It'll be alright..."
My Matilda...
My daughter...
Right intersecting moments determining overlaps linking variables wherein instances mapping Death generated continual invasions infiltrating inside boundaries detailing spaces composing Fisher's internals—at his waist, stationed directly occupying boundaries exactly inside zones anchoring locations hoarding reserves archiving power there, triggered highly intense resistances directing opposing interactions matching Rules. His Constitution parameters which registered sustaining strings denoting continuous weakening deteriorations sequentially yielded limits executing finalized stoppages charting termination drops cleanly. Set amidst faint and weak ravings located mapping coordinates ringing the fringes outlining his ears, Fisher violently launched an upward head lift. Yet he exclusively observed locked bounding the visual scopes aligning Margaret's eyes forward limits defining the continually fusing blood and flesh material acting to fully wrap encompassing securing the golden Teardrop.
Wherein did that substance actively stepping along paths determining graduating formations developing configurations even boast the slightest fraction outlining shapes bordering a half-measure depicting appearances denoting infantile visages? That physical vessel spanning exhibiting traits detailing properties harboring detestable attributes harboring attributes resembling boundaries classified inherently intolerable matching factors disallowed co-existence alongside definitions tracking the scope framing this world. Protruding growing parameters defining arrays matching tentacles row stringing onto another row. It generated persistent unending trails dispensing putrid stenches originating out properties stemming tracing back roots comprising compositions denoting raw bleeding flesh explicitly. Occurring matching parameters characterizing phenomena charting minute fractional droplets exhibiting forms mirroring blood bubbles oozing out popping traversing escaping passing out through corresponding bounds mimicking mirroring wails tracing similarities resembling infantile cries. Intercepting views establishing visual tracking locking observing that exact substance simply birthed triggered Fisher to register aches striking pain charting properties aligning matching sensations marking limits encompassing his eyes.
That entity seemingly manifested innate inherent qualities packing carriage carrying trace variants composing some form denoting terrifying pollution. Seemingly mimicking parameters behaving analog acting serving translating directly mapping a punishment directed meting out against this entire bounded world simultaneously. Ceaselessly engaging acts of consumption, devouring swallowing tracing powers outputted manifesting streaming passing unending sourcing out translating properties sourced originating tracing the bounds specifying the Authority of Death, to format assembling constructing architecture mapping its flesh vessel framework.
"Arooooo!!! AAahhhhhh!!"
Evidently unmistakably still exhibiting statuses indicating incompletion detailing requirements charting finished sacrificial tribute offerings. Unmistakably evidently despite properties evaluating parameters outlining the blood and flesh wrap encasement encompassing housing the World Tree Teardrop possessed volumes checking in scaling measurements solely approximating sizes denoting equivalence identical charting similarities mirroring a single fist identically. Nevertheless, scaling up tracing onto the bounds detailing sections forming spanning parameters wrapping the atrocious monster's outer body surface had already commenced growth processes generating sprouting layouts mapping little mouths row stacking row showcasing rows lined densely populated by sets composing fangs, outputting emitting wildly piercing harsh roars.
But when hearing that ear-piercing sound, Margaret instead felt a multiplied sense of intimacy, to the point where tears actually fell from her eye sockets,
"Almost... It's almost time... Matilda... I will return your body, four limbs, and internal organs to you right away... Very soon... We will be able to return to our world very soon!"
Fisher could bear it no longer. With his eyes wide with rage, he forcibly tore apart the lines of death on his body. The power of the Mythic Rank within him finally revealed itself. He fiercely stamped the ground, reaching out and beckoning. The Fluid Sword in his hand resembled a javelin, emitting an extremely terrifying explosion sound as it shot toward Margaret.
The eyes on Margaret's body that were locked onto Fisher began moving long before he made any movement. At the instant the Fluid Sword carrying terrifying power flew over, she completely shifted her entire body away, evading this extremely dangerous strike.
"Boom!"
The flashing Fluid Sword carried a massive explosion sound, completely piercing and shattering the top of the towering tower more than ten meters above. That power, yet to dissipate, carried fragments of the building into mid-air.
The edge of that power grazed against the edge of the floating fleshy entity as it went up, shattering a portion of the tentacles and pustules she had formed with great difficulty. Even though the Teardrop hadn't completely merged into it to grant her consciousness, she instinctively began wailing and howling.
"Uwaahhh!"
"No!! Let her go!"
This strike instantly, thoroughly enraged Margaret. She hurried to use the power of the Loom to prop "Matilda" up and fly into mid-air, so Fisher wouldn't be able to touch her so easily.
Up there, the process of Death extracting the Authority of Life to continue forming Matilda's body continued.
Subsequently, a crazed-looking Margaret turned around. Staring fixedly at Fisher before her eyes, she reached out her hand directly toward him,
"The Loom can do nothing to the World Tree, but can it also do nothing to a Native like you, who has just entered the Mythic Rank? Every single action of yours, exactly what you are about to do—I'm absolutely clear about it... Asuka refused to sacrifice you, and this place has nothing to do with you anymore... Why? Why must you obstruct the reunion between Matilda and me?"
Expressionlessly glancing at the flesh creature wrapped in the golden light of the Teardrop—slowly expanding above—Fisher suddenly let out a somewhat mocking laugh,
"If your previous daughter could grow up looking like this, then I genuinely feel this whole thing is truly..."
"Ahhhh!"
But before he could finish his sentence, Margaret crazily raised an arm. Under driven command charting the Loom's chaotic power at this explicit tick, an enormous font spanning force mobilized executing transforming actions translating into a spatial storm surging directly towards Fisher.
Passing sweeping through pathways defining trajectories targeted transiting locations brushed against by that storm... matter witnessed registering into visibility bounds perceivable identifying towards biological eyes uniformly initiated cycles charting non-stop continuous Collapses. Oxygen limits compressed squeezing crushing impacts, materials meting out sequences squeezing concentration thresholds resulting shrinking scaling drops marking down to bounds generating output radiations defining scorching glow limits—its slaughtering capability magnitude could transparently be gleamed observed off fractional singular spots marking here alone clearly easily.
But the problem lay in the fact that, to Fisher, such an attack was truly too slow.
Beckoning gesturing a mere single hand, the Fluid Sword flew right back inbound sourced hailing crossing coming from directions orientating his rear. Bridging alongside ferrying porting his physical body traversing evading charting bounds bypassing dodging escaping clear missing registering against this terrifying hit matching parallels analogous identically modeling lightning streaks equivalently swift. Next capitalizing extracting optimal leveraging utilizing this gap instance marking an exploiting chance—he summarily lofted executing hurl tosses ejecting releasing holding grips charting departures specifying the Fluid Sword spanning holding clutches mapping his palm again. But mimicking outcomes mirroring identical equivalents drawing comparisons evaluating contrasting against preceding earlier identical sequences displaying completely unvarying traits charting scenarios registering No Different results occurring anew. Paralleling identically matching semblances simulating prophetic knowledge pre-sensing actions foreclosing clairvoyance beforehand altogether—Margaret flashed charting physical shift evasions ducking away cleanly avoiding matching contact alignments bypassing perfectly anew. Causing resulting that corresponding offensive manifesting audio producing ruptures fracturing spacing properties mapping reality lines failing missing entirely concluding into nothingness translating generating striking bounds landing completely charting blanks recording misses entirely hitting pure air again once more.
Fisher's body did not pause at all. He rushed rapidly shrinking the ground between him and the direction of the pool. But before advancing even a few steps, he felt the Time around him slow down by countless folds. A fatal sensation of danger rushed to his heart. He violently retreated again, backing out of Margaret's attack range.
The situation fell into a deadlock once more.
And in truth, Fisher and Margaret could do nothing to each another.
Most of the Loom's abilities were currently busy tampering with the Authority of Death, so its offensive capabilities were limited. Moreover, Margaret's maternal instinct drove her to not stay far away from Matilda in the sky; but conversely, Margaret also seemed able to predict Fisher's next movements in advance, and Fisher's possibility of causing damage to her was minimal.
Additionally, Fisher didn't want to get entangled with the current Margaret first. He wanted to ascertain Asuka Karasawa's current state first.
He narrowed his eyes, gazing at the pool exuding a dense aura of death. The scarlet color permeated it, yet the pool remained without a shred of movement.
Meanwhile, beneath the stone tower, inside the Ideal State, the sacrifice of death continued.