First Stygian Diviner:Apocalypse



Isiah's confidence in his plan was unshakeable, and he knew precisely what needed to be done before he could safely transport himself to Afan. 

With great care and precision, he made sure that the mages who were assisting him would be unable to run away or interfere with his plan until he had safely arrived at his destination.

He knew that the success of his mission depended on everything going smoothly, and so he did not hesitate to take drastic measures to ensure that nothing would go awry. 

He injured all of the mages physically, leaving them in a critical state and barely able to stand. 

With a wave of his hand, he cast a powerful spell that would act as a timer, ensuring that they would not be able to run away or interfere with his transportation.

Isiah had witnessed two previous leveling up , and he knew precisely how long it would take for him to travel to Afan. He made sure that the mages were aware of the consequences of any strange behavior, assuring them that they would be killed if they tried to run away or sabotage the procedure in any way.

As the mages wept and cried out in pain, only the one who had assisted Isiah with the details was in a better state than the others. 

Isiah approached the device with a fierce determination, fully aware that the success of his mission depended on everything going exactly as planned

. The consequences of any attempted escape or disruption would be lethal for them. The mages were crying, in critical condition, except for the person who was going to press the button Isiah with the details.

Isiah's eerie smile sent chills down the spines of the mages as his beloved snake, Eijar, coiled around his neck, tightening her grip. She warned him of the peril of their separation, and Isiah, ever the protector, reassured her that he would never let it happen.

  His touch on her body brought a sense of safety to her, and she informed him that it was time.

As the procedure began, Isiah initially felt only a bit of pain from Eijar's tight embrace, but then came a sensation of being dismembered. 

His first thought was that the mages had done something to him, but it turned out to be something unexpected. 

The mages performed everything correctly, but they had failed to inform him of a crucial detail. 

While Isiah's body was strong enough to handle the transportation to Afan, both Lexie and Ciel did not possess enough power to make the journey. 

Isiah's heart sank as he watched his  snake, Eijar, writhing in pain. He had trusted those mages, believing that they would be able to perform the procedure flawlessly and transport him, along with his companions, to Afan.

  But as he heard Eijar's screams, he knew that something had gone terribly wrong.

The divine energy in their bodies was not the same as what was required to be in Afan. Those who had leveled up  had twice the amount of Afan divine energy inserted into their bodies over a period of several weeks. 

But the procedure the mages performed was working only from the outside, without actually working like it should.

Isiah's gaze was fixed on Eijar who was still in excruciating pain. He reached out and placed his palm on her body, trying to soothe her and prevent her from slipping away from him.

  Eijar was important to him, and seeing her suffer like this was unbearable.

The minutes felt like an eternity as Isiah watched and waited for the pain to subside. 

Finally, when it was over, he fell to the ground, completely exhausted. Eijar was still in agony, and he could not help but ask her if she was okay, even though he knew the answer.

She nodded weakly, but Isiah's intuition told him that something was not right. He muttered, "I know you're not okay. I think those bastards messed with the fuc***king procedures. They lied to me and did something different."

Eijar fell onto Isiah's lap, and as he saw her, his mouth hung open in shock. He couldn't believe what he was seeing.

"You...you...Eijar...your body," he stuttered, utterly stunned.

"I feel a lot of pain," Eijar replied weakly.

Isiah knew that things had gone wrong, but the only thing he didn't regret was his decision to mess up the spell at the last second, giving it enough time to kill the six mages the moment he arrived.

Isiah couldn't shake off the feeling of dread that settled deep in his gut as he cradled Eijar's fragile body in his arms. 

He felt her weight pressing down on him as he made his way towards the door, the painful groans that escaped her lips reverberating through his body. 

The smoke billowing out of the room was suffocating, and Isiah struggled to keep his composure as he stumbled out into the open air.

As he stood outside, his mind was racing, trying to make sense of what had just happened. 

Despite the chaos that had ensued, he couldn't help but feel a sense of relief wash over him at the thought of the six mages who were now lying lifeless inside the room.

  His heart raced as he remembered the spell that he had cast, the spell that had turned the tide in his favor.

But as he looked down at Eijar, who was now resting against his chest, the feeling of satisfaction was replaced by a wave of guilt. 

The pain that she was experiencing was unbearable, and Isiah knew that it was because of his own miscalculations that she was now suffering. He couldn't help but berate himself for not being more careful, for not considering the risks involved in the procedure.

As he felt her warm breath against his skin, Isiah's heart swelled with a mixture of tenderness and regret. He knew that he had to find a way to make it right, to ease her pain and make things better.

  With a soft sigh, he rested his palm against her head, and in that moment, he felt an overwhelming desire to protect her, to keep her safe from harm. 

And as she snuggled closer to him, seeking comfort from his touch, he realized that his feelings for her had grown stronger than ever before.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, his voice barely above a whisper. 

"I should have been more careful, more mindful of the risks. I promise you, I'll make it right. I'll find a way to ease your pain and make things better."

As she looked up at him, her eyes heavy with pain and exhaustion, Isiah knew that he would do whatever it took to make things right. 

For her sake, he would go to the ends of the earth and back, if need be.

  And as they lay there, their bodies entwined, he knew that nothing would ever come between them. .

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