A pain flourished in the scapes of his mind, ascending from the side of his stomach it submerged his body with a bout of Pain.
He knew at that moment that he will, die.
Not because of the fact that he did not have a healing mark, or that no healing born from mana or a mark would work on this wound.
It was simply because he purposefully let him self die, wanted to die, wanted his son carrying his to let him die.
To be more true, he wanted to sacrifice his life as he knew he was a burden to the running members of his family, hence he will die.
Thankfully, his son had understood his wish and ran, leaving him behind.
Your a really good son, Rall
As soon as he thought so he jumped to the side, coughing up spittle of blood before jumping once more.
He finally took a look back at the Haimanthia, and gave a derissive sneer.
Seville:"Should've know all the blood spread wasn't for nothing."
The house he had collapsed onto the Haimanthia was unable to not only kill but also even injure the haimanthia.
With all the petals looking at him, rain pattering on each petal. He saw the power it withheld and controlled.
The blood underneath had risen up like pillers and stopped any debri or walls to fall on it's brittle petals. Not a single injury.
And in the same way, the blood on the floor gurgled in anticipation, clinging stubbornly to the road despite the rain peltering on it. It looked as though the growing rain water was being pushed outwards away from the blood but the water itself seemed diluted in an unnatural manner, it looked hazy and gassy. Almost like steam yet still liquid. Barely holding on.
With that he knew the floor was no ally.
A pillar of blood swirlled beneath, threatening to impale him from below.
Within that nick of moment he had slashed down, his 'skill' still active and wrenching at his mind.
SWISH!
the piller rose swifly but parted to two, barely allowing him to be able to escape, but respite was no option, the edges of the parted pillae grew spikes on the inner sides and clamped in, though he backed away another surge of blood blew behind him following which the blood formed several bullets of blood in the air and shot down on him.
Seville wasn't a man that could be considered one of the greatest swordsmen, but something like this was enough for him to cut, at least for him to not get too wounded.
But that was not the case here, his 'skill' does not disrupt space. Through anamoulous means it only severs and cuts, therefore if he does slice those blood bullets, they would simply move in the same direction without difference and hit him,The blood pillar was only seperated due to the gravity effecting it just enough to give him somekind of leeway.
And so he dodged and ducked, he tried using the plain side to stop them but it hadn't worked, the bullet was simply sliced into millions of parts yet clung together, allowing it to hit him despite best efforts.
Tough luck for miracles i guess. Should have known it still wouldn't work.
Finally nearing a broken debri of the wall, he cut out a semi circle in it to get a better grip.
Rumble! Crash!
The ground beneath burst open as a gush of blood shot up, instantly he directed the debri downward and placed his feet on it.
The blood struggled against the debri for a moment before rocketing the debri and Seville upward. This gave him more space as he was able to get away from the blood below.
Now at a astonishing height Seville gasped in relief.
Dear god! I thought i woul-!?
As the rain drenched him from head to toe he was admitedlly very cold, especially so high up in the sky, but he felt a sudden warmth on his hand.
Looking at it he saw that it was the hand holding the debri...and he also noticed that his hand had a moving stain of blood on it, spreading towards him.
He knew what he had to do.
Scultch!
Without hesitation he slashed away his hand, if that thing spread than he would have died, and the hand? Perhaps it could be healed since it was a self inflicted injury.
He didn't have a need for the left hand anymore so it was fine, he was trying to give time for his family not survive.
—Either way he needed to stay alive long enough to give them time.
At the moment he was using mana to let his fall be slow, so that he could stay in the air longer.
If the rain wasn't so heavy perhaps he could have heard the small thud of his arm falling down on the blood of the Haimanthia and being consumed by it.
Seville:"Hk!?"
Although he attempted to stop himself he couldn't help but groan. He wanted to believe all that trauma from using the 'skill' in his past times would help him deal with the pain of cutting off his own arm but...
Seville:"Fu*k! That hurts!"
Trying not tear up he was beginning to develop a plan to buy more time...as he suddenly spat out blood.
His gaze and mind suddenly hazed over as he began to fall.
The toll over using his skill had finally caught up.
He felt turnoil like no other as his hands went to hug his head, only to realize that he didn't have hands empty. It suddenly gave him an anxiety attack as he felt a sudden urge to vomit out nothing.
But right as he was about to completely break.
The blade had become visible once more. His mark has been deactivated.
He knew his limits,just dying and sacrificing himself has a lot in difference.
And he wasn't planning on just dying.
Though still in a daze, falling down he felt as though he was a drop of rain. It seemed as though his body was being crushed by nothing.
Yet he grittef his teeth and slashed down.
Haimanthia:"Grr..."
Down below, still writhing in euphoria, the Haimanthia growled before the blood undrneath it surged and shot upwards as several spikes.
Piercing through the downpour of rain, the red blood spiked upwards before by half-way near Seville the spikes drilled twice inwardly and quickened their speed. Becoming narrower.
If his skill was active, he wouldn't be able to part them enough and save himself...but the skill wasn't active.
Forcing mana into his hand and sword, Seville made the blade dull with the decay factor of magic yet recklessly started pouring mana into the blade. A whitish aura started to cover the blade.
*hiss*
He was using the acceleration factor of mana on overdrive and hence the rain evaporated on contact with blade. Causing a constant smoking to add to the white-ish transparent mana covering the sword.
He had an idea.
He let the blade fall on the oncoming spike and—
The Blood pike Piercing the Rain crumbled.
The Haimanthia beneath howled.
Yes! It worked.
Not giving Seville time to celebrate,within a second many Blood pikes reached him.
Gripping the handle of the sword harder he huffed out a hot air of steam.
He used the crumbling clot spike as leverage and shot away from the oncoming Blood pikes.
It worked! It did!
By using the acceleration factor of magic he had clotted the blood, he was surprised it worked since oxygen wasn't as present as it should be.
The world shifted in Seville's mind, everything became slower and his heart beat became louder, a grin spread out as he began savouring this sensation of trepidation. The gaze of death.
The spikes homed in on him, became malleable to the max like the liquid they should be. Though becoming more widthy again.
From his right near the knee, a blood spike tore through the air and spun into a saw of spikes, instantly he tore through them and bounced away.
In his peripheral he saw a surge of red and using his body weight moved just a bit forwards while using his core as leverage, he then stabbed the blade back as an added push.
The gush of wind behind signified the blood spike passing by like a train and the slick slicing sound showed his avoidance of it.
Stuck neatly to the side of the spike, the aura hardened the blood as it passed by. Letting him have a brief hang in the air.
Seville kicked his leg to the front and pulled back and then forth before using the momentum to not only unstuck the blade but also back flip above the spike, narrowely avoiding the blood trying to catch him by the feet,it had shot up without remorse...and grazed by his hair.
Without giving him any time for respite, the blood behind the hardened spike that wasn't crumbling quickened to envelop the Clot before a large mass formed at one point.
Not wishing to be hit by what ever that was, seville stabbed the blood pillar of the spike that tried to get him by the feet and hardened it before jumping away with it's help. Leaving a cracked pillar and broken falling shards of red, like dusted and wasted jewels.
Jumping far enough he noticed the mass becoming larger and had a frightening thought.
That thing's going to explode isn't it?
To be frank, he was in a completely sh*t situation.
He felt his heart drop at that realization.
if that thing explodes...
The explosion would definitely shoot out ginormous clumps of blood everywhere, that which could explode themselves and wreak havoc on his body, that level of an on-slaught isn't something he could slice away at.
He closed his eyes for a single fraction of a second to focus.
This thing...it has limits.
From what he observed, the haimanthia can only control pure blood of it's own, or perhaps blood that it makes it's own. And it has to be completely perfect. As it seems the Haimanthia spreads mana in a molecular sense. This is because of the fact that the hardened blood wasn't in it's control.
Along with that, it's blood on his hair didn't do anything nor was there any blood independent from the source overwhelming him.
That would make it's attacks have a lot of sense. Most if not all attacks were from blood that were still attached to the main body. So that would mean it needs connection for it's ability or mana skill to work.
But isn't it raining? That should do it to dilute the blood right? Ah...that's kinda unfair.
He remebered that it takes mana or what ever it needs from the rain above, at least that's what Rall said to him. So water must not be a foreign entity. He was thankful it didn't have control over water.
But that wasn't what scared him and made it unfair.
It was raining, heavily. And the Haimanthia Savoured it.
That thing has infinte mana....Fu*k!
Why else but because it has a constant supply of mana. With it, the Haimanthia accelerates the blood production and spreads the blood out. And from what he saw on the floor with the steam like water. The blood itself can also take mana from water.
There is no hope for me to survive this huh?
From his estimation this monster could be titled with the ranking 『Fatal Hunter』. It would have been a deadly hunter that is already enough to take care of a Solidified Thinker but due to it's anti-healing effect and possible infection effect it is more suited for being a 『Fatal Hunter』.
How the hell did i ended up facing this thing!? Im just some solidified Retired old man.
Thinking so with Humor, he had a dangerous thought next. His first part of the plan was a success, that would mean his second part should too...but he might as well end up dead by it.
The act of using mana on one's own entire body, it is a forbidden technique for the untrained as the un-experienced user could end up aging faster, leading to death.
Or simply, something that could drain one's life time. A Life drain technique
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Anyone could do it, even a 10 year old. But No one should and would. As the fear of mana aging is ingrained into the body and now has a fail-safe to instinctively make the child or individual stop themselves.
This is because of the Great decay that almost erased earth a few thousand years ago along with being a disaster near B.M (Before Mana) times in the B.W (Before war) times. So the human body developed this trait of having fear towards using mana on the whole body and also adding a passive excretion factor for mana through the sweat pores and other excretions)
Which means, even if the mana protects me from the blood. I could still end up dying.
He began to fall down after the boost he had used by jumping away from the blood pillar ended.
The wind picked up from below and the water falling on him flowed upwards because of the gusts.
He grinned.
But...thankfully. i'm not trying to survive.
The whitish transparent mana covering the blade began to crawl around Seville's body completely. It seemingly thinned at a point but became normal once more after he fed it more mana.
*Hisss*
The hissing of evaporation became louder and more pronounced like the sound of boiling oil as something is placed in it.
The steam now became a total sheen, now there was practicaly a smoke screen around his entire body. There only showed a grayish dark sillhouette.
Boom!
The sound of eruption above entered his ears barely as a rain begun alongside the current one.
A rain of Large Drops of Blood.
Seville's greatest fight began awhole.