Wish upon the Stars chapter 1181 (Patreon)

The fight was absolute chaos. I was Kronos, at the moment. The glimpse into the temporal mechanics was giving me the time and predictive abilities to operate on the needed level. With my newly enhanced body, keeping it at A-rank wasn’t even hard, and I was suddenly able to process what I was seeing so much better. Whether that was my progress through my current rank bleeding over or the power boost from consuming Deveskane, I had no idea, but it was convenient.

I flowed over the battlefield, staff lashing out to jam up the gears, stuttering time to a stop for a split second here and there to make openings for my demons, or just tapping the fighters and spreading the flames of Ruin to them as I stepped past.

One after another they fell, taken apart by my unnatural speed and grace. It just felt…easy. Right. I felt like I belonged here, in this space between heartbeats, standing inside the breath of creation as it stopped before the exhale. I was untouchable, unstoppable, and nothing could prevent me from bringing the inevitability of my wrath to my enemies.

I was so wrapped up in it that I almost didn’t notice the attack in time. Only Callie’s horror through the bond was enough to break through the thrill and enable me to react. Double Trouble carried me away, even as another horned monstrosity like the one that had gored me last time charged and passed through my illusory copy. “Thanks hon,” I called out to her. “That was close!”

Double Trouble flashed again and I slammed my staff into the gears behind the monster’s head. The blow jammed the mechanism, stuttering it to a brief stop for an instant, then continued on and exploded against the back of its head. The monster had somehow resisted, squirming against time itself to break free, and after it caught, I leapt back, removing the staff, and all its resistance spun the gears at speed without the blockage.

The small flame of ruin was amplified, pushed forward through time, and it consumed the monster in moments, dissolving it into ash. “What the hell are all these things COMING from?” I snapped. “Did this many students die mysteriously over the years?”

“No,” my wife grunted as she flicked her blades, bisecting a pair of A-ranked Void monsters. “These are spawn, not vessels. The Void Child made them, or gave the vessel the power to make them. They won’t stop coming until it’s put down. The Deans need to hurry!” She glanced up worriedly, confirming the fight was ongoing, then returned to her battle. She’d circled around, her back to mind, and our wings formed a buffer zone to keep the monsters clear of each other’s spines.

Above us, absolute pandemonium was ongoing. Dean Harper had manifested into a huge, terrifying monster. Its features changed constantly, seeming to mutate from one moment to the next, but it was always exactly what it needed to be when it needed to be it. Chitin, claws, fangs, ephemerality, strength, speed, a dizzying blur of features and qualities rolled over the beast, whose form changed and writhed like the sea in a hurricane.

Around him, space warped, swirling and shifting as it augmented his already unbearable speed. I wouldn’t have been able to even perceive it if not for the underlayer of temporal mechanics, they were moving too fast. It was terrifying to catch even the afterimages. Dean Desmond was creating pathways of warped space to increase the speed and lethality Dean Harper was bringing to bear, creating a symphony of twisted space as he conducted the battle like a master composer.

Above him, Deans Gibbons and Windermere floated in the air, dark clouds gathering between their raised hands as they called forth the power of a single, terrifying blue snowflake. The flake was…painful. It hurt to look at, like it had too many points and edges for the space it occupied, and was shredding my eyes even from a brief glance.

Beyond it, and the clouds brewing around it, I saw a sea of red, the unsealing power of the ritual, tracing out a shape in the stars and condensing into a beam that the snowflake was trying to combat even as it attempted to freeze the unbearable creature the other two deans were fighting.

It was failing. The ritual was too much, too powerful. It wasn’t as qualitatively dense, but there was just so much of it.

I had no idea how I knew that. I shouldn’t. I wasn’t really suited for this kind of formation work, I’d never learned. Something about this one though, it spoke to me. Like I’d seen it before. Not just once, I knew it like the back of my hand. And then it hit me. Deveskane, this was why he’d been brought here. This whole thing was based on his power. Literally. That red energy was Deveskane’s WORLDFORCE. Or at least an inverted form of it. Hell, maybe that was part of why he’d needed to fall from Divinity, the ability to create this new unsealing force.

And suddenly, something clicked in my head. “Callie!” I screamed for my wife. “I have a plan! But I need your help!”

She shot me a confused look as she danced under a claw swipe, eviscerating a passing cultist and flicking Oblique clean. Oblique for the cultists, Gossamer for the spawn, she was already perfecting her combat style against these things. I was damned proud. “What kind of plan?” she yelled back, deflecting a tail swipe.

“Too much to explain!” I told her bluntly. “But I need you to let me use your vault!”

“Do it!” she laughed. “And make it flashy. I want to see something really crazy! I love when yu get like this.”

Laughing, I spread my wings behind me, Sammael’s feathered appendages sending me bursting upwards as I flapped, the ground retreating from under me. I approached the Deans and their snowflake. “Dean Gibbons!” I yelled to him. “Can you hear me?”

“Are you stupid, boy?” he snapped. “What are you doing up here?”

“It’s not enough, right?” I asked him quickly. “The unsealing is proceeding and its undoing the seal of the moment, right?”

Dean Windermere nodded. “It is,” she confirmed. “At this rate…we’ll need to take extreme measures. Clara must have spent centuries perfecting this design. The Worldforce they used is unusually pervasive and temporally resistant.”

“I can help with that,” I said bluntly. “I need you to focus on holding back the ritual for a moment. Leave the Void Child to the others. I have an idea that should help a LOT. Not enough to matter alone, but it should give you the chance to push this over the top.” I tried to put as much feeling and confidence into my voice as possible. These were Overgods and I wasn’t even a real A-ranker yet. They would be insane to listen to me, but I had to hope they were.

Dean Gibbons looked at me…oddly. His eyes seemed to flicker with the reflection of a thousand shattered moments, just for a split second, and then they were back to normal. He nodded. “Alright, we’ll do it. But don’t take too long.”

Dean Windermere didn’t argue, just following his lead. Their hands snapped up and around, the downward pressure of their sweeping arms inverting as if they were holding up the sky. The black clouds pushed away the red light, and it enabled me to fly up between them. I closed my eyes, flickering into my Domain, and appeared in the throne room. “Brad!” I called. “Angelic Bond, I need you both!”

They appeared, and I nodded. “Bond, I want a door, open it right here. Straight into Callie’s Vault, she knows it’s coming. Brad, you go through it. Wait for my signal.” Stepping back outside, I reached for my power again, this time projecting the throne room itself into reality, up there sitting on the black clouds.

Turning, I checked and found the door, I nodded and then reached for my newfound power. The chains shot out, winding over the frame of the door and then through it, climbing off the walls and into the Vault to bind my Domain and my wife’s together. With the Bond as a foundation, the integration was seamless. We were already basically one in spirit, and this was just an extension of that.

“Alright!” I bellowed down to the Deans. “Let it DROP!” The black clouds receded from above me, allowing the pillar of descending red to plummet down upon my throne room. I should have been afraid, should have been terrified…but I wasnt.

This might be unsealing Worldforce, but it was crafted by Deveskane on the properties of his original. It was just backwards. I was still able to steer it, push it along, and I did, sending it right through the door and into Callie’s Vault. “BRAD NOW!” I pushed with my staff, feeding every ounce of power and intention to my demon, and he HEAVED, opening a hole in the air from the Vault’s position in the sky to right above the snowflake the Deans were controlling.

As the power funneled through me, I grit my teeth and groaned. I wasn’t moving it, barely nudging, but this was so far beyond what I should be capable of. The chains holding me together and Deveskane’s sealing power within my Domain were offsetting the damage, but I didn’t know how long I could hold.

Luckily since I was the one nudging, Callie wasn’t actually interacting with the power beyond changing it as it went through. It funneled along the Vault, entering as red unsealing energy and shifting as it went. It took a second to process, and for that moment, I felt my stomach clench into knots…

But the tension released as a waterfall of pure BLUE energy erupted from the hole Brad had opened. As it descended, it hit the snowflake, and the icy energy inside it caught like a high grade propellant with a match dropped in. The clouds darkened, expanded, and the blue energy EXPLODED down onto the battlefield.

Everywhere it passed, enemy fighters froze. Literally froze in time. The storm of blue glowing particles were like a wash of snow as they swept over and around, encircling the Void Child. Everywhere it made contact it began to freeze, sealing rapidly as it struggled. It let out a horrible scream, writhing and fighting to escape, but in the end, it couldn’t manage. The very sealing energy that had been freeing it, once inverted, began to not only seal it again, but to convert the remnant unsealing energy inside, creating a sort of extra strong hybrid energy it couldn’t escape from.

Red and blue met and the creature was subsumed in purple ice within about five minutes. As soon as it was done, I triggered Double Trouble, letting my projection drop as I appeared out of its path. The Deans caught the descending pillar of force much easier this time, and I almost fell out of the sky, only caught because Callie appeared where I was plummeting to scoop me up.

She beamed at me wildly, peeling off my mask and smashing her lips into mine. “That was INSANE!” she bellowed in my ear, laughing so hard tears ran from her eyes. “Do it again and I’ll kill you.”

“You’d have to kill US,” I corrected. “Team effort love. Couldn’t have done it without you!” I was laughing and crying a little myself, and as we touched down, I wrapped my arms around her tightly, clinging to her with everything I was. We did it. We’d survived, and I’d even managed to actually HELP with the big fight. I’d better get a ton of contribution points for that shit.

Laying my forehead against hers, I just let the laughter take me as relief drained every ounce of strength from my body. It was over. We’d all lived. Now all we needed to do was cleanup. And graduate. Which I was GOING to do without taking any more of the final. They owed me that much.