War Of The Realms (Gear Hearts Book 5) [COMPLETED]

Chapter 25: Rain of Crystals and Swords

Third POV

Pytro accelerated from the trees when he saw us running towards the portal's direction. He slammed into us. Kao and I spun past the gates, landing on one of the cars outside. Kao shouted something. My ears rang.

Pytro descended. His hand burst and started shooting Hellfire.

I flipped in the air, avoiding the blue flames. I crouched down below the car. Kao moved his arms forward, forming a huge amount of poison into two massive waves, firing at Pytro with a great force that he crashed into the pile of crates on the loaded truck.

Pytro quickly gathered himself up, lettuce was on his hair, and he releases hellfire from his mouth. Kao rolled over the side, and hid behind a pillar.

"Oooh wizaaards." Pytro shouted in a singsonged voice after the smoke cleared. "Come out and play with me!"

I took a peek and saw that eight strings of hellfire cascading from his fingertips, and they crawled over the pavement, like snakes hunting for prey with their tongue flickering.

I met Kao's gaze across the street, and we both nodded. No time to cower in the shadows when the world is at stake.

"You're too late, little wizards." Said Pytro, as his body began to glow with blue flames. "This world is already ours."

"Not yet." I replied grimly. My second origin writhing through my bones. I convened a sword in hand. Then, Kao and I charged at him. Sparks flying so fast that Pytro was baffled by my own strength. Green and blue and violet dancing in my vision.
I cut the blue strings, and at the same time, Kao was hacking the axe down but Pytro was good at dodging that we only hit the sidewalk.

Pytro was on top of a pickup car, and I was stunned when his body winced.
A poisonous crystal was stuck on his forearm.
I shuddered as he fixed a glare at Kao.

Kao POV

A swirl of blue flames sent me away from where I was standing. My shirt had been torn from the hit. I watched as P'Third and Pytro clashing with their magic while I slumping awkwardly against the railing.

My body was racked with pain.
Breathing hard, I strolled between two cars and started laughing maniacally. They paused and glanced at me.

"I haven't used this since I was a part of the Demonoid Cult." I said, ripping out my shirt. Poison dust circled around my bare torso. 

"Funny." Pytro tsked as if this was bad news. "You've quite inherited Ash Knight's personality."

"What's wrong?" I asked. "Aren't you gonna finish me?"

I thrust my hand towards Pytro's all openings, ears, mouth, nose. A haze of poison dust shot from my skin, all entering into the openings.

I charged, and gave him few punches. Then, with a single blow from the Hellgod. Pytro punched me which made me stumble over the rocks.
"It's a great magic." Said Pytro, laughing while the poison seeping into his body. "However...I'm a god. Don't you ever forget that."

My fury transitioned into bewilderment. He snapped his fingers. The ground rumbled. Then something exploded in the middle of the street. Blue flames loomed over above us roared so loud that my eardrums hurt.

Why is it roaring? I looked up to see a serpent like body coiling around the streetlight.
A Hellfire dragon.
The creature gallivanted through the cars and slithered down, and its flames bit my skin. "Goddamn it!" I cursed.

"Kao, are you okay?"

I winced at the pain in my arm. "Man, I wasted my magic. We could come up with something else. " I managed to say.

I shifted my gaze at the portal just a block away. "We need to do something about that."

"I have an idea." P'Third winked and he explained to me briefly about the plan.

"Fight me, little wizards!" Pytro grumbled. "I like us fighting."

"Us is my favorite people." I said to him and he was irritated by my sarcasm.

P'Third swayed his arms in a cross on his chest.
Something sputtered over my head. I looked up and my eyes broadened. Almost 50 swords appeared in the sky, overshadowing us. My mouth hang open.

I raised my hand and poison crystals interspersed along the blades.

"Assault." P'Third said gloomily. As they all soared towards Pytro and the hellfire dragon.
He deflected each one of those swords, and the dragon burst out hellfire from its mouth, melting the metals into liquids.

Snarling Pytro jutted forward, their swords and hellfire magic colliding.

"No matter what you do—" The hellgod hefted his arms.

"Sorry to ruin your moment, Pytro!" I said with a sly smile. "But the portal here is closed."

The swords was a distraction. I was already standing adjacent to the portal. Pytro's face slacked in astonishment as I shoved a poison crystal into the pillar device that might be connected to the gems.

The humongous portal grind into Starburst and purple dust. A four-armed demon was able to reach one hand and was tresely cut once the portal was shut.

The hand fell on the ground.

"No..." Pyro said with trepidation. Then, with panic eyes, he shouted. "Darklings!"

A sea of Darklings hovered at the streets.

"We're doomed." I said, looking around.

Then White orbs flounced at the hellfire dragon. Juno. His white armor visible. And he wasn't alone.
My body restricted at the sight of a familiar figure coming out of the smoke.
Pete, and along several Dark hunters charging into battle.

His metal skin was more ominous. Dozens of combat magic firing. I swung the axe skyward. The axe came to a jarring stop, halting on Pete's grasp.

He cried a battle cry as he rolled over the pavement. Pete gripped the axe, cutting off every wing and limb from the Darklings to get past to Pytro.

Balls of hellfire ran at him. Pete extended one arm, and a large of iron magic pinned Pytro down. He crashed into him while the axe was in his other hand.

"YOU FUCKING DIE!" Pete screamed. Pytro's body jostled, and squirmed against Pete's metal grip. He wasn't reluctant anymore, he raised the axe and plunged into Pytro's chest.

Pete picked up the axe and stood. He faced us with his neutral expression.

"By the gods." I shivered as I sprinted off into his embrace. "You're alive. I thought I've lost you."

Tears fall as I buried my face into his chest. "You didn't lose me." He said.

I reached up and brushed my fingers on his cheeks. To check if he was really here. If he was really alive.
Cause if not. I couldn't bear to live with that guilt.

"Forgive me, Pete. I shouldn't have broken up with you. I shouldn't have said those..."

"Hey, hey." He was shaking my shoulder as he tried to reassure me. "You don't have to say sorry."

"I have to."

"No, you don't."

"I lied. I...I'm sorry for treating you inappropriately. When we did the spell. When we kissed..." I smiled as the memory of our first kiss flashed in my mind. My eyes searched his, and the longing was still there. "That was the moment I really fell hard for you."

I felt angry, and happy, and guilty, they were wrapping around my heart. The sounds of the battle was still echoing in my ears.

I leaned on and our foreheads touched.

"Okay, okay. Can we do that, later?" Third interjected, smiling at us.
"Where are the gems?" Pete asked.

"On Trae's scythe. He's in the field." P'Third answered.

Pete gave him a nod. "Then let's get to Trae, and finish this."