Shades of the New World

Evin did as instructed and soon found out that he could only cover half the area around the woman with his Dark Room. No matter how hard he tried to bypass this limit, he was unable to overcome it. Even if he decided to split his spell into smaller bits, the area he could cover remained the same. The feeling he got from this situation was very off-putting as well.

'I don't feel that there's something physical preventing me from creating a bigger Dark Zone. There's a simpler explanation for it all. If I had to make a wild guess, it's almost as if I'm the one preventing myself from casting my spell in a specific way.' Evin started to suspect. 

It was completely possible for the woman to have affected Evin with a spell of some sorts without his knowledge. After all, she was a Master of the World of Emotions. Who knew what kind of methods she had under her sleeves? And it wasn't like Evin could 100% see what the woman did, since they two of them had eaten the World Chameleon skins to hide their energy colors.

'But even so, I should've felt something, right? Even if the spell is invisible, I feel that there should be something that I could've done to prevent this from happening…' Evin fell into thought, as he continued to casually swing about his Dark Room.

Feeling a bit cheeky, Evin decided to pull a little sneaky on the old woman and seriously tried to let his spell reach the woman's feet in the pretense that he was trying out things. He suddenly burst with intent and tried to bypass the woman's World Domain with a blitz attack.

Unfortunately, Sannah seemed to have expected the attack as she skillfully allocated the World Domain under her control to block off Evin's spell. And when the two forces collided with each other, Evin's spell would promptly disappear, forcing Evin to refill the area with his Dark Room.

"How are you doing this?" Evin couldn't help but ask afterwards.

Sannah was either keeping up two spells in perfect sync, which was honestly a shocking display of her control of magic, or she was using some trick to keep things balanced. Evin was obviously inclined to think that it was the latter case.

"It's a small trick of mine, but you don't have to worry about it so much," Sannah replied smilingly, "Besides, don't you have something else to do right now?"

Stilling his curiosity, Evin started to control his Dark Room and started attacking Sannah's defenses.

An epic two-dimensional battle of unprecedented scaled occurred between two forces: The Blood Wall and the Endless Darkness. A never-ending swarm of Darkness was trying everything in its powers to slip past the wall of blood, which in turn, was dutifully thwarting the invader's efforts to reach the ultimate goal… The Feet.

The forces of Darkness were innumerable, infinite even, but the Blood Wall had many things going in its favor. Its body was so powerful and destructive that no troop of the invading Darkness could even survive getting into contact with it. Even if the forces of Darkness thickened itself to its limits, it could not prevent itself from cheating death at the hands of the Blood Wall.

It was also much faster than the opposing force. Even if the Darkness moved through the battlefield in a matter of seconds, the Blood Wall's movements made it seem like the Darkness was but a growing toddler before its speed.

But, the Darkness was relentless, even if all of their forces were being destroyed again and again, they were willing to throw themselves into death if it meant that at least one of them could reach The Feet.

There were some instances where the Darkness managed to slip past the Blood wall, but the wall wasn't just a thin, one layer defense. The Blood wall was thick, even if parts of the darkness managed to slip past its sides, it would rapidly start spinning around The Feet in one direction, acting as a meatgrinder of death. 

An enormous amount of Darkness was lost to this trick of the blood wall. But say one thing about the forces of the Dark, say they were interminable. No matter the losses they suffered, they would be back the next moment, refreshed and ready.

The Darkness would try to match the Wall's revolution speed to bypass the defenses by syncing up with its enemy, but who was to say that the Blood Wall could only spin in one direction. Only death awaited the Darkness in its path towards The Feet.

The battle continued and while one might think that the forces of Darkness were at their wit's end, it really didn't look as much. The leader of said force of Darkness, Eviendra the Wise Drake, was looking at the battlefield with an expression of calmness. No matter the losses he accrued, not even a hint of a wince appeared in his eyes. 

Even after he tried different methods and failed, The Wise Drake didn't look dejected, he only looked at the deadly battlefield and nodded ever so slightly, as if he expected these dreadful results from the very beginning. 

What was he planning? Was there any meaning to this endless slaughter of his own troops? Or was he waiting for something else?

Once again, the forces of Darkness gathered at the edge of the Blood Wall. But this time, there was something different about them all. They were surely hiding a nasty surprise for the Blood Wall.

With a command from the Wise Drake, the forces of Darkness dashed towards the wall, zigzagging around in an almost exaggerated manner. The Blood Wall also started to spin in one direction, turning into the familiar machine of Death.

But just before the two forces met, suddenly, the forces of Darkness grow infinitely taller than before, breaking the natural laws of this two-dimensional battlefield. The Blood Wall was taken by surprise, but it too started to grow upward, trying to match the growth of the Dark forces. A race to the skies suddenly unfolded between the two forces. But who was to be the winner in the end? Will the Blood Wall successfully repel the forces of darkness away from The Feet, or was the Darkness finally about to reach its bloody goal once and for all?

Unfortunately, the Blood Wall was simply too fast. Even with the lead the Darkness gained with its sudden surprise, it was in the end, overcome by the wall of red. It seemed that the Darkness was never destined to reach its goal… The Feet. 

Eviendra the Wise Drake, looked at the battlefield with his uncanny calmness, and cleared his throat, no doubt preparing to declare his defeat.

"It's my victory."

Huh? What's this? You mean to say that he has already reached his goal? But… What happened? Is the Feet safe? Were they already defiled by the Darkness? Find out, in the next episode of ********** Z.