The World Serpent

Chapter 91 - 91-The Rite Of Battle, The Realm Of Skirmish Part One

As the Bright Illuminating Pillar of Light dimmed, The Spirit Lords found themselves alone once again. The Spirit Lords looked at the Gigantic Gate slowly closing and locking itself back to its original form. Mayon then gazed at the Gate with her Crimson Orange Eyes. She turned her gaze towards the silent interior halls and thought to herself. 'Be careful, Statera.' She sighed as she began stretching her body to relieve some of her stress. The Current Week was stressful than the last decade. It was tiresome for Mayon, though she couldn't do anything about it.

"We'll follow our Majesty's orders. Protect the Gate, and we'll give them a time limit." Aqua spoke with a calm tone as the Spirit Lords nodded in agreement. They continued looking at the Gigantic Locked Gate as the silence slowly engulfed the interior hall. The Cold Breeze of Wind passed through their bodies as they calmly waited for their Master to come back from the Seven Rites of the World Serpent.

On the other side, A Bright Light illuminated as Three Figures slowly revealed themselves within it. The Bright Light dimmed as the Figures found themselves in a new area. Persia, Ego, and Statera began looking around the Area and noticed they got teleported far from their original positions. "This is a Stadium..." Statera spoke with her seductive voice as Persia replied with a calm voice. "An Ancient Stadium, How intriguing."

Ego crouched as she touched the ground they were currently standing on. She closed her eyelids and began speaking with her monotone voice. "It seems that the Seal here is a bit weaker than the Seal in the Castle. Our Strength has drastically increased at least 10x of those average lifeforms." Ego opened her eyelids as she turned her head towards Persia and Statera.

"Hmm... The Seal is Weaker, and We are in a Stadium. It seems that we are about to have a battle within the Ancient Stadium." Persia smirked as her Golden Amber Eyes glowed. The Winds got a drastic change as a storm formed above the Trio. Persia, Ego, and Statera looked up as Three Armaments fell from the Heavens and landed in front of them. Statera raised an eyebrow as an Ancient and Distorted Voice spoke in the Heavens.

*The First of the Seven Rites of the World Serpent will begin.*

*The Rite of Battle, Those that enter the Ancient Stadium of Confrontation will fight Three Levels. The Realm of Skirmish, The Realm of War, and The Realm of Duel. Those that are defeated will get deported back to Reality and lose memories of the Soul Core. Be warned to those that challenge the Seven Rites of the World Serpent.*

The Trio nodded in understanding as the Storm above them calmed down. They sighed after the Storm disappeared and looked at the three Armaments in front of them. Statera began thinking about the words from the Heavens and turned her gaze towards Persia. "Do you have any information about the World Serpent?" Statera asked with her seductive voice as Persia thought about it and nodded.

"I can't fully remember what the World Serpent is, but I have some glimpse of it. It was a Giant Serpent that was bigger than the world." Persia spoke with a calm voice as Statera looked at her with a face that signified. *Isn't that obvious from the name?* Persia scratched her hair and avoided Statera's gaze in embarrassment. Statera sighed as she looked upon the Three Armaments.

"Let's take the weapons given to us and adapt to it. From the words of that thing, It seems that the first one is the Realm of Skirmish." Statera spoke with a seductive voice as Persia nodded with a cold expression. Persia then looked at Ego, who kept staring at the Heavens as Persia asked with a calm voice. "Is there something wrong, Ego?" Ego stopped looking at the Heavens and turned her gaze towards her Sister.

"I am curious about why there is an intelligent being within Sister's Soul Core." Ego replied as Persia and Statera stopped moving. The Realization caused them to be in shock as Persia felt a chill within her body. "Something within Persia?" Statera mumbled to herself as Persia began glaring at the Heavens. "You bastard dared to enter my Soul Core. I'll burn you after the rite!!!" Persia shouted towards the Heavens as a Thunder landed upon the Ancient Stadium. *BANG!!!*

"You think I'm afraid of you because of your Little Thunder? Come down here and Let's fight, Home Invader." Persia spoke with a Cold Voice as Statera shook her head and said with a seductive voice. "Let us focus on the rite for now. We'll deal with that thing later." Persia stopped glaring at the Heavens and nodded in agreement on Statera's preposition.

"Ehem... I apologize for losing control." Persia faked coughed as Statera shook her head and replied with her seductive voice. "I would have the same reaction if not a lot worse than that." Ego looked at the Three Armaments in front of them and said with her monotone voice. "The Three Armaments highly resembles our former weapons. Though, they are a lot weaker than the original."

Persia looked at the Three Armaments. She then nodded in agreement with Ego's words. The Three Armaments in front of them were Two Daggers, a Sword, and a Reaper Scythe. They highly resembled the Main Weapons of the Trio. The only thing different was that they were only similar in appearance. "I guess we would not need to adapt to new weapons. I originally thought that the thing would throw every hard trial against us."

"Well, then. I guess it's time for us to take the Armaments and begin the rite." Persia spoke with a calm voice as Ego and Statera nodded in agreement. They walked towards the Three Armaments and instantly picked their weapons. They began holding it and noticed the difference between the appearance of their Main Weapon and the Fake one was hard to find. The only apparent difference was the gap of power between the original and the fake.

As the Trio held the Three Armaments given by the Heavens, The Earth began to shake as the Ancient Stadium faded from existence. Persia furrowed her eyebrows as she held her sword tightly with her hand. Ego looked around with an emotionless expression as she had two daggers under her pale fingers. Statera began spinning the Reaper Scythe and smiled at it as it was more or less the same as her original one.

"The Ancient Stadium is breaking down..." Persia spoke with a calm voice as she looked at the Ancient Stadium slowly fading. "It seems that the Battlegrounds will be larger than expected," Statera smirked at the fading Ancient Stadium. She was a bit excited about the First Trial. "We'll have to destroy them with maximum potency and efficiency." Ego said with her monotone voice as she had no change in her emotionless expression.

The Trio waited with their expectations high. They found themselves in a Wide Grassland with Ferns and Tall Grass everywhere. Persia prepared herself in a sword stance as she thought about her Sword Art. She wasn't good at such art, but she was highly skilled in its basics. She could use unorthodox methods of using her sword with her current Strength, which was 10x Stronger than a Normal being.

'A Fight that limits me from using most of my skills. It will be a good chance to hone my skills.' Persia and Statera thought to themselves. They were plenty strong, but due to their abilities. It was hard to see whether their skills deteriorated or grew. It was a good chance for the two rulers to hone their skills in many arts. Ego, on the other hand, was in complete silence as she looked upon the distance.

"Incoming army from the North." Ego reported with her monotone voice. Persia and Statera looked in the northern direction and found an army marching towards them. "It seems that our enemies have appeared. Should we attack, or should we wait for them?" Statera asked as she looked at Persia, who stood right beside her.

Persia smirked as she replied with a calm voice. "The First Strike is vital for skirmishes. What we hit should be a good question." She pointed her sword towards the direction of the army. She was pointing it towards the General who was leading the army. Statera smiled at seeing where Persia was pointing and spoke with her seductive voice.

"Since Persia has spoken of our target and plans. Let us give them our Initial Strike." Persia and Ego nodded as the two sisters disappeared from their spot. Statera smirked after seeing them disappeared as she also faded from her spot.

The First Skirmish Battle has begun. A Small Army of 1,000 Footsoldiers, 200 Calvaries, and 400 Archers. It was unfortunate for them to face the Three Foes that they should have never face.. Would a bloodbath begin in such grassy plains? It was a question that would soon get answered by the Challengers of the Seven Rites of the World Serpent.