Chapter 166: Worlds Comedy. (1/2)
”[Primum Actum] (First Act),” Arima intoned and the First Destruction Art was initiated. A projection of the roman number for '1' appeared above Arima and released awe-inspiring energy.
”[In fabula incipit cum tristis mundi] (The story begins when the world falter).”
”[Leges inutiles fragilis] (The Laws are useless and fragile).”
”[Vita cantare potest, ut velit ut] (Life can sing as much as it wants).”
”[Quoniam sicut non indiget ut possit mors clamate] (Death can cry as much as it needs).”
”[Acta est fabula iam coepi] (The play has already started).”
Arima's words and the pace at which he was chanting them sounded a lot eerier than usual. His voice was calm, cold, and overbearing. As if a king was talking to his subjects.
Hell was oddly quiet. The shaking had stopped, the wind even stopped blowing, and the clouds were frozen in the sky. Only the noise occasionally made by the Téra echoed in this silence. It was as if the world was behaving itself to listen to Arima's voice.
”[Secundum Actum] (Second Act),” he continued and the 'I' turned into a 'II'.
”[Quod in hac sola] (In this lonely existence).”
”[Elementa non opus] (Elements are not needed).”
”[Reliquis egredientur] (They will depart with the rest).”
”[Non erit ibi exitium] (There will be no destruction).”
”[Sicut inanis et nihil] (Just void and nothingness).”
The ground under Arima's feet acted strangely. It was as calm as ever. No sound was produced, not even a small vibration. But it was silently cracking like glass. The fissures spread with no restriction and the affected area fitted perfectly the form of the giant magic circle in the sky created by Arima. Those cracks then started releasing light as if something was illuminating it from underground.
Arima waved his hand a little and the ground immediately faded away like a mirage. When the earth was gone, a bright red sphere the size of a planet was exposed. It was, of course, Hell's core.
Arima extended his hand. The number above him glowed ominously along with his eyes. After that, still in complete silence, the core moved and begun to ascend. After a few seconds, the core had clogged the circular hole and now looked like an enormous dome sticking out of the ground.
It wasn't the end. Afterward, the fissures resumed their propagation again and spread across Hell with the dome's circumference as the start line. Circularly, for tens of thousands of miles, Hell's surface became branded with glowing fissures that also reached the Téra.
The 'bear' and 'human' looked at each other when they saw the changes and accelerated.
Arima's magic circle was also expanding dangerously. It almost looked like the sky had always been covered by that circle.
”[Actum Tertium] (Third Act).”
The Téra felt something really wrong and hastened themselves but Arima had already entered the last step of his magic.
”[Quam exprimere hunc finem?] (How to express this End?).”
”[Quo modo enim non ostendit?] (How can we show it?).”
”[Quomodo potestis vos testimonium perhibetis abyssi deambulasti?] (How can you witness the abyss?).”
”[Nolueritis] (You won't).”
”[Nec lux et tenebræ iaculis] (Grab either your Light or your Darkness).”
”[Salvatores esse vana sunt et per] (Both are your saviors in an empty existence).”
Arima closed his eyes and Hell's landscape below the magic circle abruptly lost every kind of color or shade. One could still see forms, but there wasn't wouldn't be black or white in their vision.
The Téra were dazed. They had not even lived for an hour but they had gotten used to the world as it was. They stopped moving. They couldn't even hear any sound as if it never existed. They couldn't see any color but there was still light. But even that soon vanished, and in the darkness, which couldn't even be described as black, the only thing they could see was the radiance coming from the fissures in the ground.
As they were hesitated between advancing or retreating, Arima had already reached the point of no return.
”[Nunc, quod non vestris tamquam mundo?] (Now, what does your world look like?).”
”[Id est pulchra? Autem sola est? Frigus? Hilaris?] (Is it beautiful? Is it lonely? Cold? Cheerful?).”
”[Ego te huc ad nuntium] (I'm here to give you a message).”
Arima opened his eyes. If anyone was in front of him at that exact moment, he would have either died because of the pressure or turned into a speck of dust.
His look couldn't even be described as a dragon's or human. They shined with a color that directly interacted with your mind and didn't match with anything your brain was capable of translating. He had now petrifying eyes filled with runes. But the scariest was that he had gained two new irises.