Losts and gains

On the western side of the continent, there was a desolate land that spread for several kilometers separating the forest from the desert.

The land that had been peaceful for several decades was now completely destroyed and had many large craters around the ground.

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!

The sound of constant clashing echoed as four figures could be seen moving around in the sky!

A handsome man with short inky black hair dressed in plate armor carrying a great sword twice the size of his own body could be seen suspended in mid-air, four pairs of black wings flapping softly behind his back. Given him the appearance of that of a fallen angel.

Meanwhile, A beautiful woman with long inky black hair that cascaded down to her waist could also be seen suspended in mid-air, she donned a female style armor and had four pairs of white wings extended from her back. Giving her the appearance of a Valkyrie.

The black-haired man had a fierce aura surrounding him, while the black-haired woman had an gentle and pure aura surrounding her.

"Monica, won't you surrender already, face it you have already lost this war." The black-haired man said. "Lost? As far as I'm concerned the outcome of this war has yet to be seen." Monica replied, as she unsheathes the blade of her sword. Seeing that the black-haired man scoffed.

He held his great sword over his shoulder as he muttered not hiding his disdain. "Foolish, you haven't changed at all... despite living for so long you still can't see beyond the mountain you had chosen to climb."

Even though his words were filled with mockery, Monica could feel a lot of disappointment within his tone of voice. Her amethysts eyes also shone with conflicted emotions as she stared at the young man before her. However, despite the emotions burning in her chest she responded without faltering.

"Say what you will but... the moment I chose to follow that man, I knew I was firm in my decision. As long as he loyally follows that woman then I shall also do my best to follow her as well." She replied. However, a deep frowned appeared on the black-haired man's face. ".... You're following a man whose path had already ended long ago." He snickered coldly.

Soon his figure disappeared from his former position. However, Monica didn't panic instead she held her sword above her head.

BANG!

Soon the blade of the black-haired man's great sword collided with Monica's sword. The sound of metal clashing against metal rang out as Monica's beautiful face grimaced under the weight.

"It seems I really underestimated your intelligence, Monica! To think that you actually think that man will one day return, how foolish! Our goddess had already destroyed his physical body she also sent his soul to the deepest depths of the underworld! There is no coming back for him!" The black-haired man exclaimed, putting more weight onto his great sword.

"Tsk, you're the foolish one if you think such a thing could stop the man who was once known as the strongest!" Monica replied indifferently, as she disappeared from her former position using teleportation magic. She soon appeared at a distance of twenty meters away from the black-haired man.

Sweat could be seen trickling down her face, but even then, it did nothing but brings out her beauty even more.

"Feathers of blades!" Monica exclaimed. At the same time her four pairs of white wings spread outwards as hundreds of white feathers gathered in mid-air with Monica in the center, before they all went into the black-haired man's direction!

Each feather of blades traveled at a speed that easily surpassed the speed of sound. However, to the black-haired man that kind of speed wasn't much, he took out a device and sent his magical energy inside it, causing the device to shine subtly!

Soon a mirror appeared before him, seeing the appearance of the mirror Monica's indifferent expression changed abruptly, as she muttered underneath her breath. "As expected of you, Isaac as a commander, it makes sense you would have such an amazing artifact."

All hundreds of the feathers lost their momentum and went inside the mirror as though they were being pulled. Once the mirror had absorbed all the feathers, it fired them all back into Monica's direction.

The speed of the feathers were now three times as fast as before but, Monica's expression remained calm. The blade of her sword glowed faintly as she slashed forward. Releasing a blast of light towards the feathers.

BOOOOOOOOM!

For a moment the entire sky was completely illuminated by the light that was released from Monica's sword blinding them both.

Monica's beautiful long inky black hair swayed messily by the intense wind that erupted from her attack while she used her left hand to cover her eyes from the blinding light. Once the illumination of the light had disappeared and the two could finally see... they both stared warily at the other.

At the same time in the distance....

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!

Two silhouettes could be seen clashing together in quick succession. Causing the many scarce clouds in the distance to instantly disperse and disappear completely.

"Ahahaha! You old pigeons think you can withstand the great me! One strike from my mighty fist is all it took to shatter your weak armor!" A bulky man wearing two pairs of gauntlets exclaimed proudly. The man had short brown hair and a face with several scars going across from the left side. Two black wings could be seen from his back.

Meanwhile, a man with slightly long blonde-haired and golden eyes dressed in a silver armor with many cracks stood ten meters away, despite the state of his armor the man had a rather composed expression on his handsome face.

"Sigh, you are as much as a brute as I heard. Though, I guess that is to be expected from the one who holds the title of the 'Right fist' Of that goddess." The blonde-haired man said, his tone not hiding his disdain. He then held his sword upwards, so that the blade of his sword pointed towards the clear blue sky. At the same time as his two white wings spread wide scattering white feathers around.

"Heh, I don't know what you're up to but, my fist will shatter every one of your futile attacks!" The brown-haired man shouted confidently.

"It's that confidence of yours why you had to run with your tail between your ass last time, you went against our vice commander." The blonde-haired man uttered those words coldly.

Hearing that the brown-haired man clenched his fist in fury, that defeat was his most shameful and most humiliating defeat he had ever suffered. Not only was the other side looking down on him but, his opponent didn't even saw him as a worthy opponent.

"Tch, world destroying fist!" He roared. Soon both his fist crackled with dark energy as though those fists could destroy everything in their path! Without warning the brown-haired man, one of the general of the goddess of death, Maurice lunged himself towards the general of the goddess of vitality.

Ethan, one of the four great generals of the goddess of vitality, stared at Maurice coming at him like a rocket with indifference. However, on the inside only he knew how nervous he actually was. The attack from the other side wasn't to be taken lightly.

Soon he poured his spiritual energy inside his spirit sword and a haughty voice echoed in his head. [Hmph, kids these days don't know the difference between heaven and earth.] The spirit sword said. "Then why don't we show them?" Ethan replied.

Soon the blade of his sword shone brightly as he brought it downwards, at the same time Maurice lunged his fist forward, both fist and sword connected from the front creating a tremendous explosion in the sky!

BOOOOOOOOOOM!

Both sides grunted as they were pushed back and carried away in opposite direction by the fierce wind pressure! Soon spatial cracks appeared in the sky, while annihilation lightning was released from the void as though to destroy everything in its path.

It was as if the world couldn't withstand the powerful attack of both sides. Ethan winced as his armor broke apart, while Maurice's right arm was completely removed from his shoulder and turned to dust from the explosion just now!

[Tsk, if you had given me a little more spiritual energy, I would have destroyed half of his body.] The spirit sword complained in a bitter tone. "A little more, I gave you more than half my reserved on spiritual energy, any more than that and I'd be left in a coma." Ethan replied with a bitter grimaced.

"Ahahaha! Not bad, no wonder lady goddess is so troubled about those spirit swords, they're powers really aren't to be underestimated." Maurice said with a slight smile on his face, even though he had completely lost his right arm he didn't seem to care about such things.

"You, your name is Ethan, right? I can tell your already at your limits so why don't we continue this some other time." Maurice said.

"... Do you really think you can get away? Now that your here, you aren't leaving alive." Ethan muttered coldly.

"Heh, if you think you can prevent me from leaving then I'd like to see you try." Maurice sneered.

"Ethan, wait!" Just as Ethan was about to attack a familiar voice called out to him from behind.

Turning his head so that his slightly long golden locks partially covered his handsome face he asked in a slightly bitter tone. "Lady Monica... is it really okay to just let them leave?" He furrowed his brow as he turned his body to stare into the beautiful amethyst eyes of the black hair beauty before him.

"Mm, do not worry I understand your feelings but, anymore and we will risk destroying the surroundings more. Besides we already achieved our goal for coming here." Monica said as her eyes glittered mysteriously. Seeing that Ethan sighed as he sheaths his sword.

He then turned towards Maurice and declared. "Next time I'll have your head."

"Oh, interesting, we'll see If you can really accomplish what you have spoken." Maurice said indifferently.

Meanwhile, the man with short black-haired simply observed Monica's facial expression calmly. He had received orders from his goddess to return some time ago and, he was certain Monica also received the same orders.

'Their goals had been accomplished, what kind of goals she is talking about?' He frowns as he contemplates. "Sir Isaac... I look forward to our next meeting." She said with a sweet smile spread across her lips. He couldn't help but feel uncomfortable when seeing that smile of hers. 'Just what are you planning?' He wondered internally but, "Indeed, I look forward to it." Isaac said, keeping a cool smile on the surface.

Soon a black mist swallowed both the figures of Maurice and Isaac until their presence completely disappeared. "We should also go, I'm sure she must want an explanation now." Monica said. Before Ethan could opened his mouth, a magic formation appeared, and both their presence disappeared from that place.

....

Meanwhile, in another location....

A man dressed in a black robe could be seen sitting down with his head hung downwards holding a scythe. "Hm?" Suddenly the space twisted fiercely as a rift opened up before him causing the reaper to raise his head and the figure of a beautiful woman dressed in a black gown with long waist length red hair stood before him, her eyes a beautiful golden color and her lips painted red.

"It's been a while little reaper.... it's time we talk, I admit I had lost last time but now.... it's my gain." A seductive smile appeared on her red lips as she explained.