HDXD: Omni Harem System-Chapter 110: Season Finale XI

Adam stood alone in the eye of the storm, the battlefield frozen around him like a painting left unfinished. Cradled securely in his arms, Nyla’s small frame rested against his chest, her silver eyes shut in suspended stillness.

Not a scratch marked her pale skin, as it was left untouched for the most part, unstirred, utterly unmarred by the chaos that had unfolded around them. The world held its breath in in utter stillness with her.

The ground beneath him was scorched and fractured, blackened by spells that had come too close.

Blood, most of it not his, glistened darkly under the flickering light of torches in the coliseum.

Shattered stone statues and bits of bone littered the ground alike.

The crowd of amuse vampires, carnal and unjust in every sense of the word, all stood there and sat there, mid-combat, totally unaware of the mayhem that was about to befall them in this frozen world.

Adam exhaled slowly, his breath fogging in the unnatural chill.

"Hmmm.... let’s give it a try, combining magic with lore abilities like that one time tonight with Cecil back in the cavern."

He said, putting most of his attention on the forefront.

The air bent at his will, as hundreds of silver magic circles began to form. Wind stirred at his heels, coiling furiously.

He began to code his spell, using the remaining air Astrum he had to make this attack especially powerful, as it was lethal.

All of them were nothing more than peasant vampires by the end of the day, after all.

Air circles appear and rotate at quick speeds.

It was not long before hundreds of invisible air spears were formed from their being.

Right after his black wings unfurled from his back, and in a sudden snap of motion, each feather burst forward, swirling as they wrapped around the tightly invisible pressure and compressed air spears like a second skin.

Adam turned his gaze toward the frozen vampires.

Their grotesque, beautiful faces were still twisted in smug expressions mid-lunge, half-snarl, half-grin like statues made of murder and arrogance as toward one another.

They didn’t know... nor could they know. That time they had left in the monster world was coming to an end.

And that death was already racing toward them.

"....You know I find it funny, how one minute you are enjoying yourself, and the next, when time resumes, they will find themselves inside my dream realm as I harvest each of their souls, I will enjoy their confusion for the most part."

Adam said as he was already imagining different ways he could use these vampires when creating new necromantic spells in relation to the soul.

Adam narrowed his eyes.

"Meh, you can all die now."

And the moment he said those words, a great bombardment rained down on the crowd.

In a split second, the battlefield transformed from a silent tomb to a hurricane of blood and guts. The spears shot forward, each travelling at Mach 17.

The sound was deafening...a high-pitched scream chased by a percussive boom that shattered every standing wall still left intact. Air cracked like a whip, shockwaves rippling outward in violent rings.

BOOOOOM!

BOOOOOM!

BOOOOOM!

Each explosion shook the areas, causing rocks to fall from above to the ground, crushing some of the vampires in the process.

And with each kill, Adam only became stronger than he was before the kill was initiated.

Vampires were cleaved in two, ripped into hundreds of pieces.

Peirce from multiple directions.

Sent flying, twisted in weird ways, bash and mash till their bodies started to pool into one another, and most were at this point beyond recognition.

Wet and loud.

Limbs torn free, torsos impaled to the shattered walls behind them, heads vaporized mid-turn. The black feathers he had summoned found the survivors, wrapping around them like sentient blades, constricting...then slicing through muscle and bones alike.

And still, it wasn’t enough.

Before he even used Air magic, he activated third-person perspective, or as he now dubs it, the Fourth-Wall.

As each enemy was subjected to his rule.

In a blink, his vision shifted.

An interface not visible to anyone else but him flashed over his eyes. Red numbers hovered above the vampires’ heads. HP. Actual health points. Like a game. Except this wasn’t a mechanic or illusion. This was the truth, distilled through Adam’s unique perception. It made everything real.

And it made their immortality meaningless as their HP started to deplete till it was nothing more than zero.

To Adam, at this very moment, they were just meat bags that were good to farm.

Each vampire’s HP bar drained with every strike, no matter how hard they regenerated, if they even could. And once it hit zero, there was no coming back.

Adam twisted his wrist and summoned another barrage, just to be sure.

The last of the red bars emptied. And the final vampire fell.

"Nice...Now time to collect their souls."

He said as he positioned Nyla like a rice sack over his shoulder and extended his hand forward.

Adam didn’t wait.

With one breath, he cast his next spell.

"Dream of the Damned."

The moment he cast this the souls detached from the bodies, or if they were already detach like metal to magnet they came to him, they were consumed, sucked into a spiraling magic circle.

A portal to somewhere else.

A dream world, though no one would call it a pleasant one. This was a place of horror, where death was not the end; truly, you become a plaything to Adam’s imagination in that place.

The portal snapped shut after harvesting all the souls

And the battlefield fell silent once again.

"This was pretty loud, hopefully Clara heard this."

Adam said, and at the same time, right on cue, to be honest.

A presence stirred behind him.

He was quite familar with it, as it was Clara.

She stepped out of his shadow like a ghost rising from a pond, her boots silent on the blood-soaked stones. Her long father’s dress fluttered faintly in the wind. Her expression, as always, was unreadable...pale face calm, her crimson eyes skimming the carnage without flinching.

Only the slight tilt of her head betrayed her curiosity.

And then her gaze found Nyla.

"Is that the girl?"

Clara asked softly, voice flat to that of a monotone.

Not quite concerned.

Not quite wonder.

Just... interested in the fact that her master did what he wanted to do here.

Adam’s arms tightened around Nyla as he gave a short nod.

"Yeah."

He murmured.

"This is Nyla."

Clara looked at her for another beat. Then, without changing her tone, she asked.

"What now, mon maître?"

Adam exhaled, letting the remaining tension pass as he said with a smile, it was clear that he had achieved what he wanted to achieve here, as such he said.

"Well, my dear servant... am glad to say our job’s here is done."

Said Adam with a smile.

"It is time to go home....

"I am sure Nyx and Morgan can deal with the remaining task here... I mean, Minerva personally sent them, you know."

With that said, he shifted slightly, freeing one arm while keeping Nyla held in the crook of the other. He raised his hand and coded a spell into existence.

As he used the spatial rift spell, putting Ultima Village as the place of coordination.

The purple portal opens up as he gestures to Clara while saying.

"Ladies first."

Adam said with a smirk.

Clara didn’t hesitate.

As she stepped forward and vanished through the portal with the grace of someone walking through a curtain. Adam followed, stepping through the rift with Nyla nestled gently against his chest.

The air changed the moment they arrived.

And no longer were they in the time stop zone.

Compared to the earlier chaos.

Ultima village was much calmer.

The fires that had once devoured the village whole were dying now, reduced to smoking embers and flickering embers of heat and ashes.

As the Ash hung in the sky like morning snow.

A few nekowolves and werewolves, bruised, burnt, exhausted, worked side by side, tossing buckets of water or stamping out lingering flames. They moved like ghosts, silent and slow, as if the adrenaline had long since run dry.

Adam’s eyes swept the area.

The central square was blackened and broken, but still standing.

Albeit just barely.

His attention was drawn by a gesture from Clara, who pointed to a clearing near the eastern fence.

And there was a new sight...Bodies, lots and lots of bodies.

A mass of them, all piled together.

Too many to count.

They weren’t being buried, however.

Rather, they were being burned.

Thick smoke rose from the pyres, thick and acrid, stinging the nose. This wasn’t a village custom that much, Adam knew.

Rather, this was an emergency burial of sorts, a way to deal with the Bloom.

"Infected, I presume."

Clara murmured, as if reading his mind.

Adam gave a slow nod.

Although it was inhumane, this was mercy in its own right.

But that didn’t make it easier to watch as many died this night.

He stood still, clutching Nyla a little closer.

A little tighter, even.

But he was soon snapped out of his stupor when he heard someone coming from behind him.

Soft steps, but unmistakably familiar.

"Adam."

He turned.

Kiera stood a few feet behind them, her kimono soaked with blood and soot, eyes rimmed with dark circles. Relief fought with weariness in her face.

Her voice was steady, but she looked like she hadn’t slept in days, but he could tell this was mostly stress, and her eyes were swollen, evident that she was crying alone prior to his arrival.

Adam met her gaze and nodded.

"Hey."

He said quietly.

"We’re back."