The hairs began to chase Aminu but he was much faster than their chasing speed. He tried to run around the angel so he could get stuck in his own hairs. The angel wasn't dumb. Whenever he saw Aminu trying to run over his shoulder or below the legs, he stopped the hairs from chasing Aminu.
"I know this type of angel creates a copy of themselves if the blood falls on the ground." Aminu began to go far away. Well, he had already reached enough distance that the angel's hairs had reached their limit in range, unable to reach Aminu. The angel started to approach him. The ground trembled with every step of his as if the Earth itself was getting shaken.
Peliorael, understanding his struggle to think through a solution that wasn't related to physical strength or Lapses, decided to help him.
"Use 'Decay' that you were practicing." She shouted, her palms covering the sides of her mouth for more loudness before she let them fall.
As Peliorael's words entered Aminu's ears, his seriousness was replaced by smugness.
"Oh, yea. Why am I panicking?"
While he was lost in his thought, the angel attempted to grab him with his hairs though Aminu immediately dodged them.
"Decay." He said with a cooler tone as if he was attempting to look cool.
Then the angel's whole lifespan began to fast forward. In another second she lost her final form and then she just died without aging. That showed angels don't show change in appearance even if they get older.
"I did it, yeepi." He spread his arms, running around celebrating his success as the victory was settled.
Even so Peliorael hadn't reacted to his success as if she was waiting for something to happen and she really was because then the effect of "Decay" began to reverse.
"Uh, I still need practice." He said in frustration, ready to use "Lapses" on impulse.
Then Peliorael came down from the mid-air. As her foot touched the rigid sand, the sand that was below Aminu loosened and lifted up slightly. Then in an instant, before he could react, he gasped in surprise as the sand trapped him into a cubic shaped box of sand with no way to even breathe. Then he realised that Peliorael was the one who did this so he wouldn't get hurt and that was mildly embarrassing for him.
"I am not a fragile bird. Leave me!!" He screamed with his wounded pride. At the same time the space inside the sand cubic box seemed to be reversing. Every time the oxygen was getting at its limit while the other gases were stopped from entering his lungs — a subconscious reflex that he was doing instinctively.
"I could have died. Why did she risk this?"
Peliorael ignored his screams. Those were unnecessary for her. The angel's hairs tried to chase her but she was much faster than even Reon. Hence the angel failed to even process Peliorael's movements. To the angel, Peliorael was teleporting even though she wasn't.
Peliorael summoned a medium sized stick that was flat. When the angel saw the stick, her brain was flooded with confusion. Why would she summon a stick against an angel?
Then the physics of that stick appeared to be changing yet no visual change was caused by that.
Peliorael stopped. Her grip tightened on the stick and then she swung the stick in the direction of the angel.
For a moment the air was paused. Everything went quiet and then every single thing including the angel got wiped out. It was like a dragon's empty breath but far stronger. There was nothing left for the angel to duplicate himself. Approximately many kilometres — everything was turned into nothingness as if the amount of sand that was wiped out had never been present there. The ground was burning. Its heat was enough to cook an animal alive.
However, as soon as the sand cleared and Peliorael's gaze landed on the surface, she didn't need to say a word. Just her gaze was enough to command nature itself and it obeyed her. The sand began to refill itself. Her ribbons which were flowing from over her shoulders, their ends falling to her waist's sides, were still rippling rapidly. The air was still in urgency.
Peliorael turned toward Aminu. Even behind her the impact had reached though as her gaze landed on the surface, it refilled itself. However the cube built of sand in which Aminu was trapped stayed untouched by the destruction.
Then the sand fell, leaving Aminu free. Even though inside the sand there was barely any oxygen, Aminu was completely unaffected by that.
"You were reversing the time inside the sand." Peliorael commented plainly.
"I always do. So I can stay alive."
"Right. Divines can't breathe without air unless they have already mastered their domain. Then 'Mother' grants the capability to breathe without air." Peliorael explained. The stick was still in her hand, now turned into a normal one.
Divines or any being no matter how strong or omnipotent refer to "True Reality" as "Mother" whenever referring to them separately.
"Where's the angel?" Aminu glanced around looking for the angel. He observed that tiny holes were still being refilled then he looked up high.
The sky? It wasn't looking like one, just complete blue and a glowing star there — "Sun". Clouds? They weren't even there as if erased for being too much. Then the realisation sank in. Now he understood what might have happened.
"You....are...so...strong." He said in admiration. He had never seen Peliorael do this much destruction.
"I can adjust any natural thing's properties to truly infinity. That's why this single stick is capable of doing infinite damage if I increase it that much." Then she broke the stick into pieces just by tightening her grip on it.
"So, will I get strong like you?" Aminu asked in admiration. He was already imagining himself wiping out universes.
"You have your own uniqueness." Peliorael placed her palm on his head, ruffling his hair.
"Will I be cooler than you?" He jerked up eagerly as she mentioned uniqueness.
"Cool?" She was holding back a smile. "Definitely."
"Now go practice."
Aminu nodded, a rush of anticipation running through his imagination. Then a portal opened behind him. He moved, entering inside it.
Peliorael didn't stay there any longer. She turned, moving further to find more angels if there were any left.
Divine of Darkness was walking in a forest. While she walked, in the background her brain was solving complex what-ifs, attempting to keep her engaged.
Her every step on the dry leaves was making a crispy sound in the quietness. Her brain was storing every observation while still solving the what-if scenarios.
"It feels less rewarding." She stopped, looking at the pitch black areas though even after being engaged with complex what-if scenarios, to her that was less rewarding — like something she had done uncomfortable times and now that had become her baseline.
No longer giving the same amount of dopamine that she used to get.
Even so she still solved them — unfamiliar complex topics — just to keep herself engaged.
"I predict Lavanya to appear when I meet the second opponent." Predicting was nothing new for her. Just another prediction that barely had any chances of being wrong according to her profile on predictions. "And why do I feel something different is coming?" She placed her palm on her chest. "An instinctive feeling." Then she let it fall.
Then her brain went quiet because she had solved every single what-if scenario about physics and natural laws. Then she sighed because the feeling like she was doing something was gone.
"You can show yourself." She said.
Then from the dark area where sunlight struggled to reach, the six-winged angel came into view.
"How did you manage to sense me?"
"I am Divine of Darkness for a reason and I knew you were following me since the start." She wasn't saying it from pride. Instead it was from normalcy.
"That feels like a lie." The angel launched himself forward, aiming for the side of her forehead.
"Because you didn't try calling me out before." His fist crashed into Fyuri's palm. She didn't even give effort to block it.
"I was busy." Fyuri replied before slamming an elbow on his cheek. That broke his skull.
He crashed into a tree, broke it, then another and then in the third one he fell.
"You are foolish to think you could even come near Divines in physical attributes." Fyuri remarked. She didn't give him time to recover any further.
She slammed her kick on his waist, launching him high in the sky. Then she moved in a blur, reappearing above him. She formed a fist with both of her hands, slamming it into his stomach. For a moment he went unconscious. His backbone cracked.
She had demolished him without even trying.
He crashed on the ground. She followed him.
"You really think I will let you use 'Parallel Flow'?" She chuckled.
"How does she know what I was thinking?" His voice was barely audible, filled with agony.
"You don't have a shadow, look." She said with indifference and pity, not because he was suffering but because of his stupidity to even show himself to her.
His pupils moved to stare at the spot where his shadow should be but he found none. He was in too much pain to feel surprised.
Then a smile curved on Fyuri's face. White strings began to come out of her fingertips.