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Chain of Resurrection	By : Carpentaria Category: +S to Z > Saint Seiya: The Lost Canvas Views: 7643 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 2
Tenma ran down the cold, stony hallway with Yato and Yuzuriha following close behind. The events leading to his confrontation with Alone and near-death played through his mind over and over. He did not understand how things had turned out the way they did. How could his most beloved friend be the vessel of Hades, King of the Underworld? Alone was good and kind and giving, everything that Hades was not.
The image of his burning home flashed through his mind. He could still feel the heat of the flames as they consumed what used to be a place of peace and friendship.
Why, Alone? What happened to you? Tenma wondered. He swore to himself that he would save Alone from Hades, not matter what. His dark musings were interrupted when Yato, very loudly, demanded to know where they were going.
“Just tell me already!” he said. Tenma glanced back at his two companions, hoping that the young woman, Yuzuriha, would answer.
“The Mukurossi, the Tree of the Underworld,” she replied as they continued to run. Tenma turned to look at her, wondering what was so special about the tree and why they were headed there. According to Yato, he didn’t have long before the last leaf on his bracelet fell off, the only thing keeping him from death.
“What’s so special about that tree anyway?” Yato asked.
Yuzuriha hesitated briefly before answering, knowing they had a right to know why they were heading for the tree instead of going straight back to the World of the Living.
“According to the Elder, the Specters, who are citizens of the Underworld, have no concept of death,” she explained quickly.
Tenma and Yato skidded to a sudden stop. They turned to look at her, disbelief and fear written across their faces. No concept of death?!
“They don’t die?” Yato asked, shocked. When Yuzuriha confirmed with a simple “yes” and a nod of her head, his fear grew.
“Then, Mandrake, who we defeated earlier…?” Tenma asked.
“He’ll be revived sooner or later,” Yuzuriha replied. “And that is why we have to get to the Mukurossi. The Elder said that the key to stopping their infinite resurrection lies with that tree.” She sent them both a serious look, before pointing straight ahead.
“If we take this tunnel, we should arrive at our destination quicker.”
Tenma nodded firmly. “Then let’s go!”
When they finally reached the end of the tunnel, a terrible sight awaited them. A huge grey dog with three heads, gleaming teeth and glowing, yellow eyes stood before them blocking their escape.
“W-what is that?” Yato gasped. The monster towered over them, following their every move with its three heads and three pair of eyes. When Tenma took half a step back the creature lunged, snapping its huge teeth at them. Tenma dived to left, barely dodging its furious attack.
“It’s the guarding dog of the Underworld, Cerberus!” Yuzuriha yelled and jumped back. “Be careful!”
The monster continued attacking them, forcing them to jump out of the way in order to avoid being bitten in half.
“It’s probably here to fend against intruders!” Yuzuriha said and jumped high into the air. They continued to dodge the angry beast, but knew they had to do something soon; their time was not infinite.
Yato suddenly dropped down in front of them and crouched into a defensive position, blocking the monster’s view of Tenma and Yuzuriha.
“Yato?” Tenma questioned.
“You two don’t have armour. Just leave things to me,” he said and leaped forward. He focused his Cosmos and dove straight for the beast.
“Unicorn Gallop!” He slammed into one of its heads, almost knocking it unconscious, but another head was ready and lunged forward, ready to sink its teeth into him. If not for Yuzuriha jumping in and slamming her blade into its snout he would have been dog food. She wrenched her weapon free and sprang away, landing beside Yato.
“Damn! It’s too clever with all those heads. We need to hit all of them at once!” Just as the words left his mouth he knew how. And it irritated him immensely that he had to rely on that guy again!
“Tenma!” he yelled. “I’m counting on you after all!”
“Just bring it! I’ll smash all those heads to pieces!” Tenma let his Cosmos rise and expand, engulfing his body in a blue light. He felt the power coursing through his blood, energising him and filling him with confidence. He fisted one hand, drew his arm back and focused all his power into his fist. When the monster was close enough, he released his power, thrusting his fisted hand forward.
“Pegasus Meteor Punch!”
Hundreds of balls of blue energy slammed into the creature, knocking it off its feet and into the ground. It didn’t get up.
“Alright! You did it!” Yato called cheerfully.
Tenma glanced briefly at the monster before looking at his surroundings. The sight made his eyes widen and stomach clench painfully. They were surrounded by red lakes of blood filled with human skeletons.
“What is this place?” he whispered horrified.
“This is probably the seventh prison,” Yuzuriha said. “The place where swindlers and thieves end up.”
Tenma couldn’t keep his eyes away as they continued on. Feelings of disgust and horror made his heart beat faster and his Cosmos twitching. As they walked, it felt like the dead were reaching for them, wanting to pull them into their bloody prison. Tenma forced himself to look away.
So this is the Underworld. The world he is currently in, despite his love of light and colours.
The thought of Alone surrounded by such horrors and darkness made his whole body clench.
Yato watched the pain dance across Tenma’s face, but before he could reach out a dark and menacing presence suddenly filled the air. He froze shortly before putting a hand on his sword. Yuzuriha appeared by his side, her body crouched into a defensive position. He turned his head upwards, eyes widening at the sight.
“He’s here!” he called to Tenma, who had yet to sense this new threat. Tenma looked back at him in confusion.
“Who?”
Yato glared. “Your friend, dumbass!”
Tenma gasped, finally sensing the newcomer. They all looked up as a cloud of darkness appeared above them. A dark figure appeared from the dark and slowly lowered themselves. The figure stopped a few feet off the ground, hovering like an avenging angel before them. A non-existent wind made his clothes and hair sway, while the pendant around his neck swung from side to side in a hypnotic manner.
“I am here to see you, Tenma,” the figure said.
“Alone,” Tenma gasped, not believing his eyes.
His golden hair has become black! But why? Why would you, the King of the Underworld, come here personally?
Tenma watched as blue eyes narrowed slightly with what could only be pleasure, yet that cold gaze held no warmth. The figure before him looked like Alone, but his Cosmos was completely different.
*
Hades watched with pleasure as red eyes widened in surprise. His Cosmos raced through his veins simply by being closer to Pegasus – no, Tenma. If he wanted the young Saint to become his, he needed to start treating him as Tenma, not Pegasus. Everything was different due to the memories and feelings of his vessel that was still echoing through his mind. The Pegasus before him was not just an enemy this time; he was something personal to Hades.
He only flickered his eyes towards the other two behind Tenma, not deeming them worthy of his attention at all. All of his focus and attention were on the young man before him. He couldn’t hide his irritation, though, when the young woman lunged at him, intent on killing him. He blocked her attack with his Cosmos and then flung her away. How dare she interfere!
He watched, bemused, as Tenma yelled at him, eyes ablaze with anger and disbelief. Before he could attack, Hades cupped his face with gentle hands, freezing all of his movements. He could feel the slight tremor running through Tenma’s body.
“Yes, I still prefer the lively side of you after all, Tenma,” he said and ran his thumbs across Tenma’s cheeks. Though only a soul, Tenma still felt incredibly alive. It was proof of the power of his Cosmos, and his will, that he was able to move around so easily in the Land of Spirits. Even if Athena’s bracelet had kept him from death, that alone would not have been enough to energise him so. It was Tenma’s own power that allowed him to remain functional and mentally stable after having spent so much time here. Being held captive by a Specter should have drained him, yet here he was, full of life. It pleased him immensely.
“You were attacked by me, the King of the Underworld, yet you remained alive,” he continued, watching as emotions flashed by unguarded in those expressive eyes.
“Why don’t you join my army?” he asked gently and pulled the young man closer. Tenma’s eyes grew bigger, if possible, as his words pressed against his mind.
“Change the world with me.” He leaned forward and pressed his forehead against Tenma’s. “Together, let us… make the world a peaceful and serene place.” Tenma closed his eyes as Hades words washed over him. Hades did not react when one of the two insignificant insects called out, warning Tenma not to give in. he remained focused on Tenma, letting his Cosmos brush gently against the young man’s. He felt Tenma’s Cosmos respond to his own, and knew in that instant that Tenma really did belong to him. It made something inside him, dare he think it, proud that this strong young man before him was his. Tenma’s voice pulled him out of his musings.
“Sorry, Alone, but I can’t do that,” he said and took hold of Hades wrists. He pushed Hades back slightly before opening his eyes and looking up.
“In order to protect the world that you love, I fighting with Sasha. I’m doing it for you, Alone!” he said, a proud smile lighting up his face. His eyes were once more glowing with a fierce desire to protect those he cared for, including Alone.
Hades was not surprised that Tenma had refused his offer. In fact, he would have been slightly disappointed if Tenma had given in so easily. It just meant that he got to chase his prey a bit longer. He smirked and pulled back.
“Very well, Tenma. I must admit that I am pleased. It would have been disappointing if you had given in so easily after all.”
He rose into the air and called for Cerberus who instantly appeared behind him, glaring down at the three figures on the ground.
“If you want to save your friend, Alone, come find me in the Forest of Death. I’ll be waiting for you,” he called down to Tenma.
“W-wait! Alone, what are you talking about?!” Tenma yelled. Hades simply smirked, not answering. He then looked to his left, knowing what Tenma and his companions were heading for. He opened his hand and a bright ball of energy appeared. Before they could react, he fired the ball into the distance, watching with satisfaction as it hit its target. He then turned his attention back to the Saints below.
“You shouldn’t stay long, Tenma. Athena’s protection will only last so long here. I’ll look forward to our next meeting!” With those words, he transported himself and Cerberus back to his castle, leaving the three mortals with a sense of dread and helplessness.
When he arrived back at his castle, Cerberus back in his puppy form, he found the twin gods, Thanatos and Hypnos waiting for him. The stars on their foreheads glowed, betraying their emotions.
“Lord Hades, we have been looking for you,” the dark-haired Thanatos said.
Hades narrowed his eyes slightly at their straightforwardness. Perhaps they had forgotten who was the King of the Underworld in his time away? They evidently sensed his displeasure because they quickly lowered their heads before looking up, hoping they had somewhat eased his irritation. Hades gave them both a hard stare before beckoning them to follow.
“Come, tell what is on your mind,” he commanded and walked down the hallway with long, confident steps. His meeting with Tenma had stirred him more than he had first thought.
“My Lord, we received your message regarding the capture of the Saints,” Hypnos carefully began. When Hades did not say anything, he continued.
“What is the purpose of this change, my Lord? How will this win us the war against Athena and her Saints?” he asked.
Hades let them to a balcony overseeing the Forest of Death, and further out the ruins of Tenma’s and Alone’s village. He gestured for them to sit down at a small table before calling for a low ranking Specter.
“Bring us wine,” he commanded. The Spectre bowed low before hurrying off to carry out his task. Hades did not speak, simply enjoying the way Thanatos and Hypnos tried not to show their impatience. Only when the Specter returned, poured them all a glass of wine and disappeared did he tell them.
“Before my meeting with the Pegasus Saint in the Land of Spirits, the Fates came to me. They bore important news regarding the Holy War.” He took a sip and allowed his two advisors to digest what he had told them. Thanatos and Hypnos appeared slightly confused; the Fates rarely spoke to anyone, preferring to stay in their dimension and spinning, deciding and ending the life of mortals and sometimes gods. They both waited for him to continue.
“While some of the information will be for me alone, they told revealed why the Saints continue to be resurrected. It would seem that Athena shared a part of her soul with them, thus ensuring that they would continue to resurrect, and in turn resurrect her, in order to continue the war against me,” he explained.
Thanatos and Hypnos shared a look; that would explain why those annoying Saints kept trying to interfere. But why had the Fates waited to share this information until now?
“The Fates have grown restless by the continuation of the Chain of Resurrection. By sharing this information with me, they expect something in return, namely that I put an end to their resurrection,” Hades said.
“And you will do this by capturing the Saints instead of killing them, thereby preventing them from returning to life once more,” Thanatos guessed correctly. Hades acknowledged this with a simple nod of his head.
“Then we must find a way to seal away Athena,” Hypnos said. He was already thinking of several ways of doing this, the obvious one being to seal her in the Dream World.
“I will leave that mission to you, Hypnos,” Hades said. “I have already assigned several Specters with the capture of certain Saints, but I need the two of you to deal with someone other than Athena. There are two survivors from the last Holy War at Sanctuary. They are not to be underestimated. It will be your job to ensure that they do not interfere with my plans.”
He rose to his feet and turned around. As he walked away, he called over his shoulder: “Thanatos, Hypsnos, you are not to interfere in my dealings with Pegasus. If I find out you have tried to do so in any way, it will be you who will be sealed away.” He left the threat hanging in the air, knowing that they would not dare to openly defy him. He also knew that they would try anyway; the game would be too irresistible for them. He smiled softly to himself.
Well, so long as they do not harm Tenma permanently, I guess I can allow them a bit of playroom. After all, it will only make Tenma stronger.
*
Tenma stared at the spot in the sky where Hades had been only moments ago. He could not wrap his mind around the fact that his friend had changed so much! It felt like Alone was not there at all, as if his soul had been removed from his body so that Hades could take over completely. He was pulled out of his thoughts when Yato very loudly proclaimed that he had almost ended the Holy War himself.
Tenma hit him, hard, over the head. “Let’s go,” he said, not wanting to spend another minute longer in this place than he had to.
Together with Yato and Yuzuriha he followed a river of blood that ran through the ground. After several minutes of walking and climbing, they reached their destination. Below them, the red river rushed by, fed by an enormous waterfall. They all stared, mesmerised by the sight.
“The Great Bloody Waterfall,” Yato exclaimed in wonder.
“It lies between the third valley of the sixth prison and the first moat of the seventh prison,” Yzuriha said in a slightly disgusted voice. There was something terrible wrong with this place and she wanted to leave as quickly as possible. She looked up but couldn’t see the Mukurossi of the Underworld. Perhaps the tree was further back?
“We need to find the tree and gather its fruits,” she continued.
“Okay, let’s go at once,” Tenma said, determined to get this over with as soon as possible. While the waterfall was definitely creepy, there was something else that had his senses tingling.
The began the steep ascend, climbing as quickly as the slippery wall allowed. As they moved up, the strange presence from before grew stronger. Tenma still couldn’t figure out what it was, but something was definitely wrong.
“Yato, Yuzuriha! There is something wrong with the waterfall,” he called and looked down, only to freeze. Yato and Yuzuriha had stopped moving. It was as if their bodies had been frozen in time.
What is going on?!
“What is this? I thought some souls of Specters had lost their way again,” a deep voice said. Tenma looked around frantically, trying to figure out where it was coming from. Suddenly, a large ball of energy pushed through the waterfall, separating the red water. Inside the ball sat a man in a meditative state. Long blonde hair framed a beautiful face, but his eyes remained close. He seemed to be aware of everything around him, though.
“I am Virgo Asmita,” he stated.
Tenma suddenly felt a pressure against his skull as Asmita’s voice rang through his mind.
“Pegasus Saint, you face the King of the Underworld once again?” Asmita’s voice questioned in his mind.
Tenma remained motionless, not understanding what was going on.
What… Why? Why would there be a Gold Saint in the Underworld?
Then his survival instincts kicked in and he crouched down into a defensive position, readying his body and his Cosmos.
Was it him? Did he seal the movements of Yato and Yuzuriha?” He hadn’t seen the strange Saint move, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t the one behind Yato’s and Yuzuriha’s sudden condition.
But why?! Gold Saints are supposed to be our allies, yet his Cosmos feels just like an enemy’s!
“A man known as the great sinner of heaven…” Asmita whispered. “Yet you turned out to be a little brat. What a disappointment.”
Tenma stared hard at the Saint as he continued to berate both him and Athena, questioning the goddess’ judgement. He even went so far as to suggest that the truth lay with Hades and his Specters, rather than with the Saints who fought to protect the world.
Tenma felt his anger rise as the words. “You are a Gold Saint, yet you plan to betray Athena and your comrades?!” he yelled.
“So what if I do?” Asmita askd coldly.
“I’ll fight you, of course!” Tenma answered. He raised his Cosmos and jumped straight for Asmita, releasing his energy. Just as his attack was about to hit, Asmita responded in kind.
“Kan!”
To his utter surprise, the ball of energy surrounding the Gold Saint absorbed his attack without even leaving a single mark on Asmita.
“Do you think a powerless attack triggered by your emotions will harm me?” Asmita questioned in a cool voice. He hadn’t so much as moved during the attack. Tenma could only watch as he raised a hand, his Cosmos growing and pressing against him.
“Die once more, and turn to dust!”
Tenma felt an immense pressure slamming into his body from all sides. He let out a shout of pain as Asmita’s Cosmos tore into his soul, almost ripping it apart. He was then flung away, his body slamming into the red river beneath them.
“Weak,” Asmita said in a condescending tone.
Tenma slowly got to his feet, his body trembling slightly. Asmita’s attack had been powerful, but he was certain he had only felt a fraction of the Saint’s true power.
“Damn it!” he whispered and looked up.
“Oh, as expected of the God slayer. That wasn’t enough to kill you, was it?” Asmita asked in a slightly amused voice.
“What! You have been spouting nonsense from the start,” Tenma yelled angrily. He still did not understand what was going on. Why was Asmita attacking him?
“Great sinner of heaven, God slayer… I don’t know anything about that!” he continued, feeling his Cosmos respond to his agitation. Asmita remained floating above him, the ball of energy around him glowing with power.
“I guess so,” Asmita said. “It is hard to believe, but you’ve been connected to Hades since the age of myth.”
Tenma looked slightly startled, but he didn’t let up his defensive position. There was no telling when Asmita might attack him again.
“That connection might change the development of the Holy War. Pegasus was the only one who was able to wound the gods, yet you, the current Pegasus, is just someone who is easily affected by emotions and is utterly reckless!” Asmita’s voice was like thunder, resonating throughout the Land of Spirits. The ball around him grew more aggressive with sparks of energy shooting off in different directions.
“I don’t see how you can turn the Holy War around and save the world.”
Tenma felt his anger turn to fury. His Cosmos rose up around him in a blue light as he took off, sending hundreds of balls of energy flying towards Asmita.
“I don’t care about that! I just want to protect our world,” he yelled and continued his attack. He did not care that Asmita was a Gold Saint; all he could think about was what would happen if he didn’t defeat this guy. What if Asmita returned to Sanctuary and attacked Sasha?
“Foolish boy! I told you weak attacks like that won’t work on me,” Asmita hissed.
Tenma watched as the energy surrounding Asmita turned blue. He felt a harsh pressure against his skull as the world around him shifted and strange images appeared in his mind. He was swallowed by an all-consuming darkness before a field of pink flowers appeared beneath him. The darkness was then replaced by the image of a sparkling galaxy. He didn’t have time to wonder at this, because Asmita suddenly appeared in front of him with a huge figure of a Buddha behind him.
“W-what… Who are you exactly?” Tenma yelled, fear pumping through his veins. He had never heard of such a technique that could invade the mind.
“Actually, I’m a seeker of truth,” Asmita answered and moved his hands into a different position, this time palms facing each other and his fingers slightly curved. “If you can’t defeat me, you don’t stand a chance against Hades’ followers, let alone Hades himself.”
Tenma felt the air around him tremble with the force of Asmita’s power.
“Show me your truth!”
With those words, Asmita released his attack.
“Om! Subjugation of the Celestial Demon!”
Tenma was once more overcome by Asmita’s Cosmos. The attack slammed into him and flung him into the river, just like before.
“Get up!” Asmita demanded. “Tell me who you are! What are you fighting for? Answer me!”
Tenma forced himself up, unwilling to let Asmita beat him into submission. He ignored his quivering limbs and jumped forward again.
“I-isn’t that obvious? I’m one of Athena’s Saints! I fight for world peace!”
The answer seemed to anger Asmita, for he simply flung Tenma away again.
“Fool! Anyone can come up with a self-righteous answer like that. I can’t and won’t accept an answer like that.”
Tenma remained still in the water, listening as Asmita’s words echoed through him. The words seemed to rip something in him; something he had thought unbreakable.
“It is as Hades said; rather than let the world be filled with pain, it’s better to liberate it. Pegasus, nothing will change even if you are resurrected into such a world. Let the flames of hell burn, and turn you into dust.”
Tenma felt Asmita’s Cosmos shift, preparing for yet another attack. He remained lying down, unable to get up. He didn’t understand what the Gold Saint wanted from him.
“The Six Paths of Rebirth!”
This time Tenma screamed. He had never felt such pain, not even when Alone had nearly killed him. He felt his soul and Cosmos ripping, the strands holding him together being torn apart. As Asmita forced him through the six different dimensions, an image of him, Alone and Sasha as children appeared. It was the time from when Sasha had to leave them. It was a memory filled with pain and sadness.
As the painful journey continued, Asmita revealed the truth about Hades resurrection, and Tenma’s own part in Alone’s position as a vessel.
Did I cause this? Is Alone in that dark place because I’m the current Pegasus? No, I don’t believe that!
“The past, the connection…” he said and forced his trembling body up. “I don’t understand at all. I only have one truth!”
He glared at Asmita when he finally managed to stand.
“I fight for Alone and Sasha, my friends! They are my motivation. If you can’t understand that, then it’s you who is a fool!”
His Cosmos flared to life once more, this time burning brighter than before. He pushed through the pain and focused all of his attention on the Saint floating above him. He would not let Asmita’s words deter him. Eyes blazing with fierce determination he attacked once again.
“I told you that won’t work. Your attacks can’t harm me while I’m meditating,” Asmita said. He was still convinced that this entire war was just a way to prolong suffering and pain. Yet there was something… compelling about this young Pegasus. While he had heard words of declarations before, Tenma’s words seemed to stir something in him. Despite the obvious difference in power, Tenma was determined to prove his truth to him.
His words might be powerful, but what about his heart?
Tenma jumped back, eyes widening in surprise when Asmita slowly got to his feet. The Gold Saint was tall and presented an impressive figure in his Gold Cloth, his Cosmos burning brightly around him.
“Pegasus, you should be proud that I’m standing,” Asmita said. “This is to show you my respect for resisting my Subjugation of the Celestial Demon as well as the Six Paths of Rebirth.”
The air around them was charged with power. Tenma could practically feel it skittering across his skin.
He’s so overpowering! Tenma thought. He froze when Asmita approached, the Gold Saint’s overpowering Cosmos pressing against his own. The Saint’s next words made his heart race with fear.
“I, Virgo Asmita, will destroy you with my greatest technique.”
Once again, his surroundings shifted. Tenma looked around in confusion as large cards with strange images and writing appeared all around him.
“Heavenly Dharma Wheel!”
A suffocating pressure surrounded Tenma and seemed intent on crushing him.
I can’t move! He thought frantically.
“This technique leaves you incapable of fighting and destroys your senses,” Asmita said and proceeded to do just that. Tenma threw his head back in a silent scream when Asmita tore into his soul. The pain he had endured during the Six Paths of Rebirth had been unbearable; this went beyond that. There was no explaining how it felt to have his senses ripped away from him. The torture seemed to go on forever until all that was left were his thoughts; but even though seemed cold and empty.
“You’re now left with your spirit and thoughts, the sixth sense,” Asmita said, watching dispassionately as Tenma’s soul seemed to slowly fade away. It would seem that Pegasus’ heart and resolve was not as strong as he had claimed. It was time to end this.
“I will destroy those as well. Your fight for your friends and your promises; that truth ends here.”
Asmita’s words seemed to come from far away. Everything around him was blank, as if he was trapped in a void of darkness and cold. He somehow managed to see, even though Asmita had taken away his sight.
Sasha stood before him, her hands folded in prayer. Asmita approached her, arm raised and Cosmos burning.
W-what is he doing…?
“The truth of this girl who wants to protect the world ends here, and the world will belong to Hades.” With those words Asmita thrust his hand through Sasha’s chest.
In that instant, seeing the blood and Sasha’s dead, empty eyes, rage unlike anything he had ever felt before went off like an explosion. His senses returned to him and Tenma let out a furious roar, his Cosmos hot and burning like a supernova.
“ASMITA!”
Tenma shot forward just as Asmita turned around, a ball of energy shooting up around him and blocking Tenma’s attack.
“I won’t permit such a future!” Tenma screamed at him. His Cosmos grew larger and more powerful. He pulled his arm back one last time and then thrust his fist forward, concentrating all of his power into this final attack. He tore through Asmita’s barrier and slammed into Asmita. He looked up with fiery eyes and was surprised to see the cold Gold Saint send him a gentle smile.
The image before him disappeared in a flash and he was surprised to find himself standing in the exact same spot as before Asmita had revealed himself. He looked around in confusion, wondering what had happened.
“Well done, Pegasus,” Asmita’s said from somewhere above him. Tenma looked up. The Gold Saint was sitting in the exact same meditating position as before.
“What happened?” demanded Tenma. He was still vary of Asmita. The young man got to his feet and carefully approached the younger Saint. Tenma readied himself for an attack and was surprised when Asmita reached out and ran a hand down his face.
“You proved your truth to me, Pegasus. Not many before you have been able to,” Asmita answered and pulled his hand away.
“I know you are here for the fruits of the Mukurossi, but I’m afraid you are too late,” Asmita continued and turned away.
“What do you mean?” Tenma asked, still not quite sure how or when Asmita had changed from enemy to potential ally. The other Saint’s Cosmos still had an air of darkness to it.
“It was destroyed,” Asmita said. Tenma blinked. Destroyed? When? By whom?
The answer came to him a second later. Alone had destroyed it just before he had left them. But how had he known that they were heading for the tree or that they were going to collect the fruits?
“It is time for you to leave and return to the world of the living,” Asmita said. “You will not survive much longer if you stay,” Asmita continued and pointed at Tenma’s body.
Tenma looked down and gasped when he saw the state of his soul: he was mostly transparent and there are tiny fractures spreading all over his arms and chest. His breath seemed to come in short gasps and his vision turned cloudy.
“W-what is happening to me?” he gasped and stumbled slightly. Asmita did not step forward to help him; instead his figure began to fade away.
“You must leave this place, Pegasus. I will see you in Jamir.” With those words, Asmita disappeared, and whatever spell had been place on Yato and Yuzuriha was lifted. Unable to keep himself up any longer, Tenma slipped down the cliff. He barely felt Yato catching him, asking what had happened.
“I need to go back,” Tenma managed to whisper. As his surroundings faded from view, his thoughts went to Alone.
Alone, don’t leave the world in the hands of Hades… you have to fight him.
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