Sadori lunged forward, the weight of champion lingering grin pressing against his ribs as rain begins slicking down the environment turning the cracked concrete into a mirror‑shard sea, kizito laughter peeled through the downpour, a thin almost musical distortion that made the very air feel pliable, and with a flick of his wrist the Ingrid transmigration technique the humanoid goblin louge forward in that instant it's leap into the air jumping past Sadori who looked up with his mouth wide opened.
-what the hell!?" Sadori said In horror as he watched the huge transgrand goblin landed with a loud bang, far from them, unleashing terror in the village.
-what have you done to him!?"
-oh you mean what I did to him, I reshape his soul that all, isn't he beautiful, kizito asked still wearing that's evil smirk on his face.
-you're really are a sick fuck! He's just only a man he has a family and you turned him into a monster, Sadori said feeling ragefull,
the space between them warping like heat haze as the souls of the fallen spectators—tiny, flickering fragments of grief—were twisted into grotesque, gelatinous masses that slithered up the walls, their mournful wails merging with the storm; Sadori's jaw clenched, his breath a steady drum, and he slammed his Divergent Fist into the ground, the impact sending a shockwave all over the place pushing back the scattered flesh of the humanoid goblin.
each droplet sizzling as it met the rain, he could hear voice of the dragon champion half‑whispered in his ear, urged" Break the form, don't let the soul dictate the shape" kizito's eyes, twin voids, widened as Sadori fist cladd in black flame—a flame of pure Cosmo energy bursting out from his palm mix with White leaving a screeching noise.
Sadori was filled with dark emotions, the loss of the man who turned into a goblin, huants his very soul, if only he came out from the train with him things could be a little different, it's too late for that now, he has failed as a soccerer, there's no way he can save the man soul.
the sudden reversal snapping the transmigration hold sending a cascade of raw pile of flesh, unshaped soul‑matter spiraling back into kizito, his own core form convulsing, as limbs elongating into grotesque tendrils that snapped and reformed like over‑stretched taffy; the two forces collided in a blinding vortex of black and white, the environment trembling as dark Energy and Divergent Technique intertwined.
each pulse from Sadori's heart echoing the rhythm of champion heartbeat, a double‑beat that resonated through the ground, cracking the concrete into jagged teeth that tried to bite at kizito's feet, forcing him to stagger; in a desperate surge, kizito thrust both hands forward.
-Ingrid Transmigration!
Self‑Destruction erupting his body exploding into a tide of shapeless, screaming flesh streshing that surged toward Sadori like a tsunami of raw agony, each wave attempting to reshape his bones, to dissolve his resolve, yet Sadori's resolve held firm, his eyes burning with the fierce protectiveness he felt, and channeled more Cosmo Energy into the black flames swhrilng around his fist once more, the flames searing through the deluge, a line of pure negation that sliced the transmigratio mass, each cut releasing a geyser of black blood that hissed against the rain, the scent of iron and rotten mingling in the air, finally, with a guttural roar, Sadori slammed his flame fust into kizito's chest, the impact resonating like a thunderclap, shattering the core technique's and kizito's form collapsed, he slipped like a muggle mud of water pile of flesh linking into a stream of water down into a gulter.
-See you soon loser" Sadori heard the flesh talking till it's finally got away leaving squeching sounds bubbling.
a grotesque trembling puddle of soul‑matter splattering across the flooded floor, the rain washing over it, diluting the darkness until only a faint, echoing sigh remained around the train, drenched and scarred fell into a hushed silence broken only by Sadori's heavy breathing and the distant, mournful toll of the storm, a testament to the brutal, unyielding clash of wills.
-oni-san are you ok! A voice interupt Sadori who return his gaze his at his kid sister, I'm fine he said and returned a smile, Somewhere downtown, screams enrupt the whole places, as a rogue goblin went berserk, bitting and snapping people's to pieces, till finally help came along.the figure cladd in white robes arrived and saw the mess, they saw the humanoid goblin roaming around the place chasing after people.
-uhh it's so cutes" Reyna said clapping her two hands together in a baby manner, she has been waiting for a long time to do something now she has the chance, she was about to released her sword from it's cheatle when Shea stopped her.
-uhh!?
we're are not going to kill it's you understand, were going to exorcise its, he's only transgrand, we can still save him, Shea said stopping her companion and her lust to kill.
Transgrand discription: a mutination soul shaped into a half beast, part man part beast still holding into there humanity, in this situation excorsim is the only solution of savings transgrand souls, bringing them back to there formal self, Shea and Reyna are the only ones gifted the art of exorcism because they're were both raised from the church,
-fine" Reyna said through grunt, Shea is like older sister to her, even though they're not from thesame parents, they were both taken and raised by the church, when there hometown in Italy was savages by monsters,
They successfully capture the transgrand goblin and held him down firmly with a holy rope unable to move, the transgrand human tried to break free, the more he tried the more he felt his life force drained from him and tighter the rope become.
-pls! Pls save me! they both saw the transgrand goblin crying, meaning he's still out there somewhere still holdings to his humanity making Reyna to felt pity for him, Shea did see kind of incantation of and they all disappear to a random church in Terma.
In the dimly lit chamber of the ancient guildhall, the high mage cathedral stepped forward, his silvered staff humming with the chanted cadence of the Sunlit Invocation. The possessed man Jarad convulsed on the stone altar, his skin rippling like water as the demon inside fought to cling to its mortal host. Cathedral traced a blazing sigil in the air, and the gathered council of mages responded in unison, their voices weaving a lattice of pure light that seeped into Jaren's flesh, coaxing the shadowy entity out through his throat in a guttural wail. As the demon erupted into a vortex of ash and screaming wind, the mages tightened their circle, channeling the cleansing fire of the sun to seal the breach and knit Jarads battered spirit back to his body, leaving him gasping, sweat-soaked, and finally free.