Path of Absolute Transcendence

This time Kai didn\'t lose to Deathbloom in terms of technique like he lost with Sebastian, but instead because the raw power Deathbloom was stronger than this own.

After coming out the pit, Kai activated his bloodline power. He knew, he had to take this battle more seriously and kill Deathbloom before it opens the domain.

The Darkness in the surroundings began to gather towards the eerie battlefield. The bloom and scattered organs around, plus the addition of darkness made it look like hell.

The Darkness energy moved towards Kai and worshipped like before, no it was worshipping the void fragment inside his soul. But this time, they didn\'t cause any commotion and merged with him entirely.

The darkness creeped towards him and formed a thin layer of clothes above him. Behind him, two wings sprouted and spread it majesty. They wings were darker than anything in the world, also had a aura of charming one\'s soul, if looked long enough.

The final crown slowly began to condense above Kai\'s head. Kai in his fallen Angel form, used his wings to fly. He looked the Deathbloom and calmly compared his aura.

Kai vanished into the shadows, his presence diminished to a mere whisper. He became one with the darkness, a specter moving unseen. With a thought, he conjured a spear from the darkness, its tip honed to pierce through the toughest defenses.

With the precision of a master assassin, Kai launched his attack. The spear cut through the darkness, a streak of oblivion racing towards its target. But the Deathbloom, a creature not of this world, sensed the incoming threat. Its holysense, a gift from the supernatural realm, pierced through Kai\'s veil of invisibility.

A barrier sprung forth in an instant, a wall of energy that shimmered with the power of the Deathbloom\'s essence. The spear collided with the shield, the impact sending ripples across its surface, but it held firm. The weapon of darkness was repelled, its lethal intent thwarted by the creature\'s preternatural awareness.

Undeterred, Kai retracted the spear back into the shadows, reforming it with a thought. He struck again, this time from a different angle, aiming for a weakness, a chink in the Deathbloom\'s armor. But once more, the shield appeared, deflecting the spear with the same ease as before.

Kai\'s attacks became a relentless barrage, a symphony of shadow and destruction. He wove through the darkness, each strike faster and more desperate than the last. Yet, the outcome was always the same—the shield of the Deathbloom was an immovable object, an unyielding force that rendered his efforts fruitless.

The Deathbloom, now fully aware of Kai\'s presence, turned its grotesque heads in his direction. Its eyes, alight with a malevolent intelligence, followed his every move. The creature\'s holysense had rendered Kai\'s greatest weapon—his stealth—ineffective.

Realizing the futility of his sneak attacks, Kai withdrew into the darkness once more. His mind raced, searching for a new strategy as the Deathbloom\'s mocking laughter filled the air.

Suddenly, the Deathbloom unleashed its domain. The world shifted, the bloodied ground now a lake of crimson. Kai, hovering above, felt no physical pressure from the domain, yet an instinctual alarm screamed within him, urging him to flee.

But retreat was not an option. Kai\'s gaze hardened as he faced the blood lake below. The Deathbloom, rooted in the center, seemed to draw strength from the sanguine pool, its aura swelling with every passing second.

Kai, amidst the eerie battlefield, summoned the darkness around him into a protective cocoon. The mini domain he created was a bulwark against the encroaching corruption of his mind, a sanctuary of shadows amidst the blood-soaked ground. He could feel the malevolent energy probing at the edges of his consciousness, seeking entry, but he held firm, his will an unbreakable fortress.

The Deathbloom, sensing Kai\'s defiance, unleashed a torrent of blood arrows, each one formed from the crimson lake that surrounded them. They soared through the air, a deadly rain intent on piercing flesh and bone. Kai moved with the grace of a shadow, his body twisting and turning in an elegant dance of evasion.

Yet, the sheer number of arrows was overwhelming, a relentless storm that left little room for escape. They filled the sky, blotting out the light, a curtain of impending doom.

In response, Kai called upon his deepest reserves of Will Power, shaping it into a colossal sword that dwarfed the battlefield. The weapon materialized out of thin air, its presence defying the laws of space and time. With a single thought, the sword struck, its aura a brilliant flash that cut through the darkness and struck the Deathbloom with the force of a meteor.

The impact was cataclysmic. The Deathbloom staggered, its manipulation of the blood arrows ceasing as it struggled to maintain its footing. The arrows, now devoid of their puppeteer\'s control, plummeted to the ground, their threat extinguished.

The creature collapsed, a gaping hole in its chest where the sword had struck. It was a wound that would have spelled the end for any lesser being, but the Deathbloom was not so easily vanquished. It lay there, a behemoth in agony, yet far from defeated.

Kai wasted no time. Utilizing his shadow movement, he closed the distance between them in an instant. His sword, still pulsing with Will Power, was raised high, ready to deliver another blow. He brought it down with all the force he could muster, aiming to end the battle with a single, decisive strike.

But the Deathbloom was not defenseless, even in its weakened state. A shield sprang up before it, adorned with thorns that thirsted for blood. As Kai\'s sword made contact, the thorns lashed out like serpents, their tips sharp and deadly.

Kai\'s instincts flared, and he moved. His body contorted in ways that defied nature, dodging the majority of the thorns that sought his life. But not all could be avoided. A handful found their mark, tearing through his clothes and skin, drawing blood. Pain flared across his body, a stark reminder of the Deathbloom\'s power.

The battlefield, already a grim testament to the horrors of war, became a source of power for the Deathbloom. As Kai watched, the creature\'s wounds began to close, its flesh knitting together in a grotesque display of regeneration.

The blood from the fallen beasts, a crimson tide that had once been a weapon against him, now served a different purpose—it was being absorbed by the Deathbloom, each drop seeming to invigorate it further.

Kai\'s mind raced as he observed the transformation. The Deathbloom was not just healing; it was growing stronger, its power augmented by the very lifeblood of its fallen army. The air around the creature shimmered with a newfound energy, a clear indication that it was becoming more formidable with every passing moment.

Kai knew he had to act swiftly. The longer the battle dragged on, the more disadvantageous it would become for him. His window of opportunity was closing rapidly, and he needed to find a way to end the fight before the Deathbloom reached an insurmountable level of strength.

Kai, in his form a silhouette against the backdrop of the darkened battlefield, knew that time was against him. With each passing second, the blood of the fallen beasts seeped into the earth, and the Deathbloom absorbed it, its wounds healing, its might growing.

The fallen angel, wings outstretched, faced this growing threat with a resolve forged in the fires of countless battles. He could not allow the creature to continue siphoning power from the bloodied ground. His only option was to end the fight quickly, to cut down the Deathbloom before it became unstoppable.

Kai launched himself at the beast, his movements a blur of speed and precision. His sword, a blade of pure Will Power, was a streak of light in the darkness, aimed at the Deathbloom\'s core. The creature, anticipating the attack, countered with a swipe of its massive claw, but Kai was already gone, a shadow slipping through the grasp of his foe.

He reappeared above the Deathbloom, sword poised for a downward strike. With a cry that echoed his unyielding spirit, he brought the weapon down with all his might. The Deathbloom roared, a sound that shook the earth, as it raised its defense, a shield of energy forming in an instant to block the attack.

The sword met the shield, and the collision sent shockwaves rippling through the domain. Kai felt the resistance, the pushback from the Deathbloom\'s power, but he did not relent. He poured more of his Will Power into the sword, the blade glowing brighter, cutting deeper, inching closer to the Deathbloom\'s flesh.

The ground beneath them quaked as the Deathbloom\'s power continued to swell. Kai could feel the pressure building, a tangible force that threatened to overwhelm him. He dodged a particularly vicious swipe from the creature, feeling the wind from its claws brush against his cheek.