It was a glorious feat of strength for an Incarnation State Dominator to injure a Mature Manticore and if this news were spread, it would shake the entire Empire, and so the news of Telmus having a child with his talent would frighten everyone, one god challenger was more than enough talkless two.
This accomplishment was not enough, for she understood her father and his expectations of her, it was not enough. Who could be like him? Was it even possible for a mortal to have such dreams?
She wasn't too savvy with what was impossible for her father, according to official reports, she should barely be twelve weeks old, but Telmus created a Temporal field around her accelerating her aging process, although he tried to hide it, she was more perceptive than most and she knew he was afraid.
It was the reason he was pushing her to become someone who he could rely on. How could she fail him?
Pulling from a well of strength and Stubbornness she did not know was within her, with eyes flashing with an equal amount of bloodlust, she did not wait for the Manticore to attack first… she did.
Behind her, the ruler flipped and she began to run towards the startled Manticore, such an act that had surely never happened to this beast before. The roar from her small mouth was surprisingly loud yet still reeked of childishness.
"Kyaaaahhhh!"
Her three feet body clashed against the twenty-foot killing machine, and their surrounding was shrouded by a large plum of dust, where growls and loud crashes resounded.
Telmus stood by and watched, even while his daughter became deeply injured, he did not move, only watched the battle as it entered into the second hour. The surroundings were devastated by the battle and screams and roars of anger, and pain were a constant reminder of the death battle taking place.
With a long howl of pain, the winner and the loser were finally revealed as the dust cleared. The girl was standing on the last head of the Manticore after she had shattered the other two.
She simply pushed her left hand into its eyes until she reached her shoulders, and she began rummaging around. The Manticore could only shake itself for its spine had been pulled away from its body and whatever technique the girl was using was brutal and incredibly powerful.
With a long howl of pain, it finally perished and the girl busied herself digging through the head for its Beast Core.
Her right hand was gone, torn off from her shoulders, and deep wounds filled her body, if she was not given urgent care, it was most likely she would be joining the beast in death soon enough.
Yet, she took her time to find the Beast Core and she crawled to her father who stood above, but his eyes no longer on her body, but were locked far into the distance.
The moment the gods arrived in Elysium, no one else had detected them. No one else but Telmus.
"I thought I had more time. How could the scrying of fate be changed in such a sweeping manner? Who could be responsible for this?"
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