My Servant System

Chapter 1078: Chapter 1077: Bascra (4)

Chapter 1078: Chapter 1077: Bascra (4)



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The breath that I had been holding threatened to burst from my lips as I watched my lover -

the woman for whom my heart beat - get smashed into the ground and covered up completely by sand until nothing of her remained visible to anyone.

This Fiend we had been fighting was only making any progress thanks to the raw prowess it was exuding and the favorable terrain upon which we were fighting, the countless grains of sand providing it everything it needed to battle us and then some, but where it excelled in making use of said prowess, this Fiend wasn't really adept at reading and controlling the battlefield, as shown by the fact that it had yet to realize that one of its opponents was missing.

Hera was standing far away from us just watching as everything happened, the Death Jackal's job in this moment and time being to just ensure none of us died, or at the very least allow us to experience this battle to the fullest without her coming to our aid and giving us an easy way to win this fight and kill the Fiend, so the Fiend had ignored her so far, which was smart.

Any attack sent to her was likely to be met with a retaliatory attack that would only draw her into the fray and add another variable to this dance of ours, and that wasn't something that the Fiend would want; you didn't need to be an adept strategist to understand that one, so I wasn't surprised that Hera was being left out.

Nor was I entirely surprised that it had seemingly forgotten about me since both Jahi and Leone had made themselves rather flashy targets that were drawing most of the Fiend's ire, with the golden clad Demoness trying to close the distance while Leone stood atop a pillar of rock Anput had made for her, wreathed in flame and sending out a myriad of attacks to try and crack through the Fiend's defenses.

Anput wasn't doing as much as she usually was, but upon watching Jahi freeze in the air for a brief second-where she was seemingly staring at empty space doing nothing at all - before being slammed into the sand below, the Jackalkin took up Jahi's mantle in this battle as she darted forwards to engage the Fiend in close quarters as well.

So I wasn't surprised that I had lost most of its attention, and I wasn't going to be arrogant and conceited enough to believe that this Fiend had forgotten about me completely in this short span of time, but considering I was crouching behind the blue skinned, iridescent feathered Fiend and slowly and carefully drawing my mana from my Core and creating a spell, it would seem that the flashy headdress didn't correlate to the Fiend's intellect.

I just don't think I could muster up the will to live now that I had everything I ever wanted right within reach, all thanks to a single incredible woman who was perfect for me, even if she herself was nowhere near perfect.

But... the only way I could help her now was to push through this emotional turmoil that was threatening to rend me apart and finish what I had started, my concealment from this Fiend allowing me to do something that I had done to myself and to Leone once before, although it had been by accident.

That one interesting quirk that Lust Mana seemed to have, the way it worked that didn't really seem that obvious or correct since - to almost everyone else - the word 'lust' almost always was sexual in connotation and rarely used for anything else, at least not upon your initial hearing of the word.

That quirk being the 'lust' that drives everyone to do anything at all; more specifically - and honestly what it's name should actually be - desire to live, to breathe, to work towards a goal and achieve something for yourself, for the collective, for the world... that was that fun little quirk that I was beginning to focus on, and whilst I used it last night to amplify the desires everyone had to have sex, right now the best use of that magic was the complete opposite. I wanted to force this Fiend to experience the emptiness of being void of desire in it's entirety, to have all the color and light from it's existence sapped away completely for however long I could manage to catch it by surprise.

So, I poured my mana into this formless spell and molded it to my own desires, giving it shape and purpose even as it's own purpose became... nothing; where my icicle spell relied on logic and symbology to give it shape and purpose, this Lust Mana required my will and

nothing else.

As long as I desired for this formless pink energy to become something, it would do so, at least as long as I was capable of wrangling this almost sentient magic to do what I wanted it to do, which was almost a herculean task as I funneled it into the icicle and aimed it at the Fiend, knowing that I had to get the 'catalyst' close enough to the Fiend for this to work. Boulders continued to appear and splinter apart at the Fiend's discretion, the sand of the desert moved against us at a constant rate, flames flashed inside the sandstorm and burnt everything it touched, turning the sand into something new as it turned into glass, only for it to shatter again as something crashed nearby.

The battlefield was still hectic, but for now, in this small portion of it, a rather unassuming

pinkish blue needle was flying straight at the back of the Fiend, ignoring the winds and producing little sound that could be caught by anyone's hearing thanks to the blasts and explosions happening around us.

All of my hope was inside that little needle as I maintained the connection between me and the pink mist swirling around inside it, using my Lust Mana for the first time inside of a real combat situation that had stakes involved.