Is this really a Game?!

Chapter 899 The True Nature of Avargan's Children

?Reign listened to Avargan's words, his eyes narrowing with determination. Avargan's words of him being an 'abomination' were something he couldn't quite understand, but he didn't care. It seemed that at the very least, Avargan didn't know of him previously, which might be the one thing they needed to get out of this trap. The battlefield crackled with magical energies as the clash between Reign and Avargan intensified.

As the battle unfolded, Reign and Avargan's confrontation reached its zenith. The Nephilim form, with its celestial wings of light and darkness, clashed with Avargan's dark and malevolent power. The air around them trembled with the intensity of their clash, each blow sending shockwaves through the clearing.

"You know, I was wondering about something," Reign said as he dodged an attack before using his darkness to strike Avargan who responded by using the dark energy that could corrode anything it touched.

"You say that you are bringing fate back to how it was supposed to be, but isn't that manipulating it, changing it?"

"Why would those so-called 'angels of fate' come to bless you for changing destiny?"

Avargan, undeterred, responded with a sinister smile. "Fate is a tool, my dear Nephilim. I am merely using it to set things right, to correct the mistakes made by those who dared to defy it."

"The angels will see that I have done good and bless me, not because they wish to do so, but because they will have no other choice!"

Reign's eyes glowed with celestial light as he stabbed forward, light and darkness coiling around his sword. Avargan, tapping into his dark magic, retaliated with destructive force. The two forces collided, creating a dazzling display of power.

Meanwhile, the battle between the otherworlders and Avargan's children raged on. Theron, utilizing his knowledge of magic, unleashed powerful spells that resonated with the natural energies of the borderland. Venica's mastery over arcane forces complemented Theron's magical prowess, creating a formidable magical duo. ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ Noᴠelꜰire.nᴇt

Elara used her fire magic to its utmost while Gideon, together with Cosmo, stood straight against their enemies and used their large bodies to stop many of them dead in their tracks while the rest attacked them.

Nayle and the rest of her team, each with their unique abilities, fought strategically against Avargan's children. Despite the overwhelming odds, they managed to hold their ground, exploiting weaknesses in their opponents' tactics.

Adrian, driven by a mix of rage and sorrow, continued his duel with Avargan's son. The clash of weapons echoed through the clearing as Adrian unleashed his combat skills honed through years of training. The son of Avargan, skilled in elven combat, proved to be a challenging opponent.

Aragos, caught in the midst of the familial conflict, faced Elyndor with conflicting emotions. Elyndor, once a mentor and guide, now stood as an adversary aligned with the dark schemes of Avargan. The clash between mentor and pupil unfolded with a tragic intensity.

"Tell me, Elyndor, was it all a lie, everything you ever told me, was it simply so that you could sacrifice me in the end, to make me into nothing but a corpse that allows you to complete your goals?" Aragos asked as his combat aura rose around him, forming a red hue that pushed the soil away from him.

The soil didn't stay idle either as it changed, manipulated by Aragos who was simultaneously using Combat Aura and Elemental Resonance to fight, something only a person with the bloodline of both Irason and Elais could do.

"I merely followed the wishes of our father, little brother," Elyndor stated as he stood still and sighed.

"Truly, a person that has the bloodline of two royal families is the only one that can utilize both Combat Aura and Elemental Resonance fully, even though we are older and have trained for longer, we are a step below you when it comes to proficiency in doing so."

Suddenly, Elyndor used Elemental Resonance as well while his combat aura stayed the same ice blue color it was before, which caused Aragos to widen his eyes in shock.

"You have probably guessed it already, but we are all like you, children with both bloodlines, our father wanted to see if we could control both bloodline powers perfectly, but unfortunately, our Combat Aura is simply not as good as yours."

"After all, the bloodline of a royal from the Irason kingdom is more potent and powerful compared to a commoner of Elais, even though some of my siblings come from a mother who was a high-ranking officer in the army, some even minor nobles, their combat aura is weaker than yours."

The revelation of Aragos's siblings sharing the dual bloodlines sent shockwaves through the man's head. Aragos, grappling with the conflicting emotions of betrayal and familial connection, intensified his resolve. The battle between brothers became a clash of bloodlines, each using their unique powers to gain an upper hand.

Reign, locked in a celestial duel with Avargan, continued probing the puppet master's twisted motives. The clash of light and darkness resonated with the ongoing battle, creating a chaotic symphony of magic and combat. The air crackled with energy as their swords clashed, and each move was countered with precise and calculated retaliation.

'Dammit, I won't get anywhere like this, he's able to counter me easily, and unlike me, he doesn't have a time limit on his power!' Reign shouted inwardly as he continued fighting against Avargan.

"Aren't such angels supposed to be there for balance, to make sure fate isn't manipulated, why the hell would they bless you, somebody who is doing just that?!" Reign shouted as he disappeared from the spot and appeared right above Avargan whose dark energy surged above to block Reign's blow.

Avargan, undeterred, responded with a malevolent grin. "Balance is subjective, Nephilim. What I seek is the restoration of the true order, the order that was disrupted by the whims of my brother who thought he knew better. The angels will see the righteousness of my cause."

"You know, many call you Nephilims the angels of balance, those that control light and darkness and are supposed to keep the balance of the universe."

"Such foolishness, such lies, they have all been told by you, you … beings who have no fate, who should not exist in the universe!" Avargan shouted as he continued clashing against Reign.

"No fate, what the hell are you even talking about?!"

"Can you stop speaking in puzzles, you damned lunatic?!" Reign asked as his eyes suddenly turned purple and he used the soul manipulation to attack Avargan whose face slightly changed.

'Damn it, that didn't work either, he blocked it, but I did do some slight damage.' Reign thought as he backed off.

Reign, analyzing the situation, realized that defeating Avargan directly might not be possible within the current circumstances. He needed to find a way to force Avargan to make a mistake or to somehow help the others and have them retreat while he stopped Avargan and the rest before meeting up with them.

As Reign retreated, his wings spread wide, he addressed Avargan with a determined glare.

"Your delusions of righteousness won't fool anyone. The angels you speak of won't bless you for manipulating fate. You're treading a dangerous path, and I won't let your twisted vision become reality."

Avargan, seething with anger, responded with a dark chuckle. "You, an abomination spawned by the meddling of forces you can't comprehend, dare to oppose me? You will be eradicated, and my rightful destiny will be realized."

Reign's eyes flashed with determination as he focused on finding a weakness in Avargan's defense. Meanwhile, the battle between Aragos and Elyndor intensified. Aragos, fueled by a mix of anger and betrayal, pushed his limits, utilizing both the Irason and Elais bloodlines to their full potential.

Elyndor, displaying a calm demeanor, countered Aragos's attacks with precision. The clash of elemental forces and combat auras painted a vivid picture of their internal turmoil. Amidst the chaos, Aragos couldn't help but question the authenticity of his memories and the motivations behind the revelations.

"Was my entire life a lie, orchestrated by our father?" Aragos muttered as he clashed blades with Elyndor. The weight of the truth bore down on him, challenging his understanding of identity and purpose.

On another part of the battlefield, Adrian continued his fierce duel against Avargan's son. The elven combatant, skilled in the art of war, tested Adrian's combat prowess. Adrian's thoughts echoed with the voices of the mothers sacrificed for Avargan's twisted ambitions.

"Your father's madness will be his downfall," Adrian declared a fiery determination in his eyes. "I'll make sure you pay for the lives lost in pursuit of his delusions."

"Boy, you better come up with something soon, your transformation won't last for much longer." Aethion suddenly spoke to Reign as he calmly spectated what was happening from within Reign together with Jared.

'You think I don't know that?!'

Reign suddenly extended his sword before firing a bolt of lightning at Avargan who smirked as the lightning suddenly changed course, going around him.

"Elemental Resonance, huh?" Reign asked as Avargan smiled at him before charging toward him.