Fate/Fool Chapter 21

Making our way through the land of dreams to say the least was fucking trippy as all hell. Time itself had no meaning in a realm outside of the Human Texture, dreams and the wills of both humans and... Other things came across our forms.

But we side-stepped them with our dream walking lantern powered by Radia in the waking world as Nazica and I spent... Ten years? Or maybe just twenty minutes walking through endless dreams and horrors that my mind naturally forgot with each step.

Then the sounds of the deep, dark of ocean began to fill our ears as the swirling dreamland around us faded away.

We were leaving the walking dreamland and entering the Land of Shadows. And it was a painfully subtle change.

From the eldritch sand that sloshed and crunched under our feet, it transitioned to hard stone as we walked along a dead path surrounded by ebony black dark trees.

"We are here," Nazica spoke softly with a shudder clear in her voice.

And I understood all too well as I took a breath that Nazica coudn't remain her long, especially.

As the air was even for me and my blue blood grade Magic Circuits and my Six Eye's helping myself adjust to the mana thick in the air. The air was painfully thick with mana.

"The air is at the level of the fall of the Age of the Gods. We can't remain here for long... Well let's get to finding some shades to bind into our totems." I said even as I felt Tamamo's seal on my chest heat up as it began to suck the excess mana from my body.

"Yes... I am so glad you had Lady Tamamo make these seals. Or I would only have a couple of minutes in here to work." Nazica said with a grimace as she held her chest. Clearly in pain from how her Od wasn't doing well with the Age of the God's mana density.

I looked out into the distance with my Six Eye's and my face twitched as I red eyes broke through the endless tree's that surrounded us on the path we had walked in upon.

"Well... The Land of Shadow's shadows can definitely sense our foreign nature." I said a bit helplessly before I popped my neck to the side and then I put on some fingerless punching gloves that were covered in seals that Tamamo made me.

Nazica also quickly noticed the shadows, the sentient horrors made from human negative emotions that formed in Celtic Myth, that were often the Hunt's favorite low-level targets to bully.

But for us humans, to say the least, they were phantasmal creatures and thus very dangerous with their strong bodies and innate magic resistance.

Each shadow was VERY different in size, to shape, to even the number of eyes and limbs it had.

"You know what to do Jake... I am relying on you." Nazica said helplessly as she pulsed her mana through the Dreamwalker Lantern to tell Radia we needed more mana and to get ready for the transfer of the shadows.

I chuckled and then I took a breath before I said. "Let's see just how fucked we are then." 

My mana exploded from my form. All my magical circuits flared to life as I wasn't directly supporting Tamamo in battle now. I held up my hand.

"Spatial expression... Blue!" I whispered as a harsh, glowing orb of blue light formed above our heads, and I heard Nazica curse as I swung the rapidly expanding blue orb violently tore through the surrounding area's with a black hole effect that pulled the shadows and surrounding materials into the blue orb of destruction.

All the while, as stronger shadows slipped around the orb I grinned as these shadows most certainly DID not have the bullshit magic resistance those wendigo and lizard-like monsters I came across before.

So with a powerful step forward, I came up to a monster with the body of a giant lizard, the arms of a gorilla and the head of a hawk. And with my arm glowing with the lines of my magic circuit, I punched the hawk head in.

And with a loud explosion, the glyphs and seals sewn into my gloves glowed as all the kinetic energy of the resistance in punching the monster violently exploded outwards, increasing the force of my punch.

But killing the shadows wasn't possible. They were... Literally sentient shadows that would come back to life endlessly unless I had some bullshit like the Mystic Eye's of Death Perception.

So the goal was to shatter the forms of the shadows and Nazica was already using the ritual she was forming to push the remains of the shadows I had 'killed' into the totem reflections that we had back in the mortal world.

This went on for several minutes as whenever the shadows got to numerous, I would throw out a Blue or even a Red to smash the abnormally large shadows whose magic resistance wasn't as strong.

But all the while... I could feel we were being watched. Watched beyond just by the horrors that filled the forest.

Gleaming wine red eyes that escaped even my six eye's vision. Watching our every move, not with the hunger and hate of the shadows but with something else.

Even the shadows themselves... Seemingly picking up on the predator residing in the wreckage of several of my spatial spells pulled back.

Leaving an ominous silence as Nazica hurriedly refined the last shadows we needed to fill our totems.

Then I called out. "Scathach, Queen of the Land of Shadows. May I have the honor of seeing you then if you plan to watch?" 

The painful silence became tense as a powerful magical signature became all to clear to me, and my face twitched as I realized painfully that this wasn't the Scathach 'limited' by a servant container.

This was the real deal, the living god slayer who was too fucking stubborn to die like a mortal woman, and the world decided that rather than challenge her. It would throw the island she lived upon into the void between the Reverse Side of the World and the Human Texture.

So that Scathach couldn't destroy the Human Texture... Nor when she got bored, kill all the gods within the Reverse side of the World.

"We are going to die." Nazica stated rather blandly as Scathach strode out from past several collapsed tree's.

Scathach was a marvel of beauty, matching Tamamo in many ways yet so different as she strode towards us with the glowing spear of death in her hands.

'Gae Bolg in its natural form... Yeah, my Limitless won't do a damn thing to that.' I thought helplessly.