Chapter 37.4- Doom Days

It was like the ball of the dense black liquid began to boil as it bubbled and vibrated in the air. A second later, he slashed his wand straight to the ground and the venom exploded outwards, raining down on the entire hall. It did nothing to inanimate objects, but everything with a single drop of magic within it began to burn. Some of the Japanese wizards tried hiding behind transfigured shields but those were dissolved and their flesh followed soon after.

It was a symphony— an ugly brutal symphony of screams and pain, matched with the smell of rotten eggs an a corpse that had outstayed itself. He cringed at seeing what his magic had wrought but he turned his attention to the Japanese Prince instead. Part of I’m had expected some sort of unusual or esoteric defence but there was none of that. Matsuhito stood still as his flesh began to melt from the rain that fell unto his skin, bubbling and dissolving it in quick succession.

If Rudra had expected the pain to make the Japanese man scream or even show some sort of reaction, then he was wrong. Instead, he was watching the proceedings like it was an academic exercise. Like he was not dying.

“A powerful spell, for sure. I might have even enjoyed fighting you in your last life, Grand Abbott. Bit now I find myself disappointed that this is the best you can offer. A Hail Mary after falling victim to a pitiful surprise attack. Is this what the ancient order has come to?” He asked. And then he began to walk forward. That was when Rudra noticed it. Every drop that hit Matsuhitoo tore through his skin and flesh but it mattered little because in a matter of seconds, the flesh had regrown as the skin knit itself together again. He was regenerating as quickly as he was being harmed.

“What have you done to yourself?” He gasped out against his will. This kind of healing factor was highly natural. So natural that there was no creature in nature that boasted something similar. The closest that Rudra could think of was a phoenix and if this monster had used a phoenix for this, then… His rage was too much to put into words.

“Evolution, Rudra. I have embraced evolution. I used to envy your order, you know? Immortality with little drawbacks was appetizing. So appetizing that I considered joining when I was younger. Of course, there was no chance I would have gotten to inherit the mantle of Grand Abbott but a boy could dream. Now, I see the truth for what it is and I thank my father for barring me. Your immortality celebrates the past— the old, the antiquated. Taking one life and extending it across lifetimes. Mine embraces the future. My body constantly breaks down and rebuilds itself, healing constantly. Everyday, I die over a hundred times but it matters naught because I never stay dead” Rudra aimed a curse straight at Matsuhito’s head. The Japanese Prince stood still. The curse blasted off the top half of the man’s head, but the man kept walking forward and as he did so, Rudra watched his brain piece itself together as his skull began to regrow to cover it, and then came the skin.