Astrada begins her assault once more
By: B30 who loves to read.
Word count-2204
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Untold Truth — Summon: The Marrow King Who Laughed Beneath the Skies"
"There was once a god who outlived the stars. Stripped of name, face, and heaven, he laughed anyway. From his marrow came soldiers. From his bones, a throne." The Mindscape trembles as a world-sized skeletal entity erupts from one of the false galaxies. The Marrow King, a continent-sized being wreathed in slow laughter, rises above the serpent, dragging a throne made from divine ribs.
The Marrow King raises a judgment-blade the length of a planet and slams it toward White Eye's midsection—
The blow connects.
Space folds inward. A soundless quake rocks the fabric of Astrada's Mindscape. The serpent recoils violently, its body arching back, stars dust spilling from its flesh like cracked glass. Red blood, or something worse, seeps from the ruptured point.
White Eye roars in a burst of entropy once again—this time not as a calculated attack, but as a reaction of instinctual fear.
The scream eats through everything.
Even belief. Astrada coughs—this time blood from her lips. The sound is wet and real. Her vision blurs, but she smiles.
"Got more fight in you then I'd expected"
"But don't worry serpent, this curtain will come to fall soon." she lifts her hand again. The grimoire flips, glowing.
"Page 87,244. Invocation: Godflame Ink." The command drips from her lips like molten wax, and the Mindscape stirs in response—writhing, folding, reorienting to her will as the page tears itself free from the floating grimoire. A sliver of silver parchment, bleeding radiant black glyphs from its edges, coils around her outstretched hand. Then—ignites.
What burns is not fire, but concept. The ink itself combusts with celestial significance, each flame a sigil that means ending, revision, renewal.
A corona of luminous scripture blazes from her fingers, tethering her to the broken architecture of the Mindscape like a divine puppeteer pulling a thread through every layer of meaning.
White Eye senses it—feels it clawing toward the root of its being. A force not designed to destroy flesh… …but to rewrite it.
White Eye senses it—feels it clawing toward the root of its being. A force not designed to destroy flesh...
…but to rewrite it.
"This isn't psionics… this is scripture," Astrada breathes, eyes wide with calm fury. Her words fall into rhythm again, like verses remembered rather than spoken.
I once read a tale of a serpent so vast it swallowed its own death.I've come to return the story to its rightful end."
The Godflame Ink lashes forward, forming an intricate spell-constellation midair—circular, multi-ringed, and alive—weaving itself into a burning sigil the size of a moon. From its center, a blinding lance of fire-like belief spears across the battlefield, hurtling toward White Eye's midsection.
But the serpent reacts faster than expected.White Eye twists, its body undulating with divine speed & untethered force. Reality snaps again. Entropy floods from its mouth—a jagged wave of void-glass energy erupting in raw defiance. A chunk of the Mindscape, the size of a world cluster, erodes instantly, vanishing into oblivion.The Godflame tears through it anyway.
Contact.
The serpent's body arches violently. The sigil-brand lodges into its scales, and for the first time, the ink does not burn through.Instead, it sinks in—embedding itself into the serpent's existence like a virus of meaning.
White Eye shrieks in rage as its body spasms unnaturally. One of its star-wrapped coils shatters—cleanly cut by narrative rather than force.
"If your flesh rejects my truth… I'll brand your soul with it."Astrada's voice grows cold & distant.The Mindscape begins splitting, threads of paradox curling upward like storm-winds through glass. Undying Visions was meant to be a realm of endless thought. But White Eye's essence, chaotic and ancient, gnaws at the limits of the mental realm.
The serpent isn't retreating.It's adapting.
The entropy isn't just collapsing anymore—it's learning. Astrada's tattoos flare in warning. Several sigils unravel. A faint line of blood trickles from her nose.
"Heh… I see it now," she murmurs. "This thing isn't a beast of instinct. It's a reader. A devourer of dreams and structure. You're trying to consume my Mindscape, just like you consume stars."
White Eye lunges—not with a bite this time, but with a spiral twist of its entire form, warping space like a great white cyclone of godly flesh.
Astrada clasps her palms together. Her sandals barely touch the floating shard of fragmented thought she stands on.
"Then let's feed you something too large to digest."
"Untold Truth — Invocation: Garden of the First Lie, Version Two: Bloom of Contradiction" The summons respond differently this time.Not one flower. But thousands.The Mindscape trembles as Gardens—begin to rupture across the edges of the mental plane. Each one grows from lies never spoken, deceptions once buried in the hearts of those long dead.
And in their center, the Gardener, now twinned, manifests as a dual-headed entity—one side headless and bound in silk, the other donning a shattered mirror in place of a face. Each arm holds a pair of rusted, reality-cutting shears.
White Eye freezes.The lies are everywhere now. Blooming around it. Inside it. "It doesn't matter if you know the truth," Astrada says, her eyes locking onto the beast's colossal pupils.
"Not if you believe a lie more."
The Gardener raises its shears.
And with one brutal, heavenly snip—cuts into the serpent's certainty.
A scream unlike any before rips from White Eye as its left eye momentarily flickers out of existence. Not destroyed. Just… forgotten. Temporarily unwritten.
Astrada charges forth, a psionic blade manifesting in each hand.
Both of her hands swing down together creating multiple slashes tearing through the serpent's chest one hit after another each colliding with its scales, the sounds of clanging against hard metal continue to echo throughout the mind scape.
After dozens, no, after hundreds, no, after thousands of continuous hits she cleaves a deep cross slash though the upper half of white eyes torso, star dust gushes outwards splattering across the face of Astrada and floating planets nearby.
Letting out thunderous screech from its mouth, white eye & whips its tail with tremendous intensity and force, the strike lands onto Astrada's right arm, taking it clean off, the force sending her flying into one of the planets nearby destroying it instantly. She lets out loud scream with blood gashing out from the wound, thinking as quickly as she could in that moment, calling back upon her coverless grimoire manifests multiple copies of herself, the main plan of action is to utilize these clones to be temporary distract for exactly 15 seconds and this is due to the entropy covered from serpent tail slowing down her restoration output.
copies quickly surround white eye, each one using a different powerful spell to cast upon the serpent's enormous body, one clone uses planetary sized Barries,
The second clone manifests unyielding storms of purple lighting bolts. crackling & arching around the wound, burning its chest nigh-infidelity with her attack.
Last two spells simply act on the premise of one thing, holding the cosmic
Serpent down for last five seconds she needs to fully heal her arm back.
Clang! clang! clang! clang! clang! clang! clang!
Seven spears constructed from Astrada hollow energy the size of moons all plunge into its back in a row down the snake's back, penetrating in between the scales.
Following right after a massive hammer 100x the size of a sun, swinging it downward onto the head of white eye smashing in its skull with mighty thud, falling into daze for another second, main body Astrada flies straight after the serpent at accelerated velocity 5x the speed of light, then a moment after combining with burst flow for added movement she increases her speed upwards of 30x faster .
Using its natural enhanced senses & instincts, white eye can barely follow Astrada
physics defying speeds, blipping in between view of its eyes and surroundings.
Curling up and constricting its body like a tightened spring lock.
SNAP!!!
Following the most minute signature of hollow energy from Astrada's ever moving presence, twisting then pouncing outward somewhere in between the nearby planets she's moving around, manages to strike her mid-movement with raw luck & divine levels of timing needed to accurately hit her, white eye feels contact sensing the signature disappear for all but single second.
Tail strike leaves planets & stars reduced to dust floating in entropic matter.
" You should've paid more attention to my avatars around you ." Hearing this almost melodic voice resound around its ear it feels a deep burning imprint not on its physical body but soul itself akin to the attack it was dealt some time ago in this battle.
Due to the continuous damage being sustained by Astrada onslaught of powerful spells and damaging soul attacks, coupled by her fast pace usage of burst flow, stunning blows it with star sized weaponry created from her arsenal.
White eye momentarily stops falling into a state of unconscious & consciousness, slipping in and out in the midst of battle happening at the moment. Regaining back its fighting strength, makes and all of nothing with the most powerful bite it can muster in this moment of their death match, despite this feeling, the lingering soul burns causes it to cough up plumes of star dust, dripping bit by bit from its mouth like heavy rain drops. Astrada notices and prepares her own final attack.
Within no less than a trillionth of a second, the two mighty beings collided with each other for the cosmic serpent white eye. Its bite force was described by many through the golden age as something that can tear through space-time and warp reality in on itself, however this wasn't even the full truth. Opening and expanding its gaping maw as wide as possible.
the stars & planets around immediately get blotted out, from the sheer size of its abyssal like presence, Astrada can feel the strongest occurrence being seen up until this point in her life and for the one of the few times she feels the impactful sensation of fear run through her body deeply.
White eye dwarfs everything around it, quite literally encompassing an
entire section of the observable universe, from a higher perspective.
The build up of entropic hollow energy freezes over everything nearby the many hundreds to thousands of star systems around it, cracking & shaking reality
around it, chipping off pieces of existence while simultaneously cooling it.
On the other end of this otherworldly creature, a young sage deity looks onto this titan of a monarch, but despite her aching fear she does not waver in her position.
Raising up both arms high above her head, alongside the coverless grimoire floating just behind her effortlessly she activates one of her strongest moves she dubs as "trigger state" a powerful transformation which boost her to 120% of her innate strength granting dramatically increase to output and true hollow energy reserves.
Her body begins to shift and reshape, Psionic & mystical energy culminating through every fiber and stretch of her divine yet beautiful figure, Astrada multicolored eye glow even brighter than before, her skin gains glowing tint and four angelic rainbow-like wings appear protruding out from her back with radiance as bright as the sun itself, her clothes morph into even more regal robes than before, the flames of spirituality leak off from her arms and feet like sparkling diamonds under the moonlight & half crescent shaped crown with small blue moon floats just above her head glowing luminosity and awe.
Within her left hand, a she manifest light-blue moon shaped bow that grows instantly to size of earth, pulling back the thin glittery bow string with her right hand forms a single sharp tipped arrow head that increases to similar planet size.
Both attacks go off, reality & the in between itself crackling and rumbling its foundation to the core, the arrow passes through different layers of in-between, the space under existence and its physical & metaphysical realms altogether.
Endless wave of entropy washes over the light blue arrow, but in the foreboding darkness of cold, a bright hue burst through the freezing wave of endless death.
The arrow manages to break through, with all of Astrada added might & force imbued into this last attack, with a loud swoosh! then thoom!, the arrow pierces directly into the white eye head cleanly splitting through its upper temple and exiting out the back of its head. Its quake-like movements stop completely.
Everything falls silent for but a moment, that skin biting coldness is gone.
The creature is no.. the monarch is now dead.
A powerful serpent that fought without any restraint and first sage who battled with everything she could muster in that moment of thought despite her fear.
Floating high above the now collapsed corpse of the cosmic serpent, star dust splattered across the void of space, she still remains, bow in her left hand bloody
& tired but still here to say with grace that she's alive and can fight another day.
"You fought well white eyes ,
this experience cleared my fears & affirmed my resolve."
"Thank you." She spoke with a soft melodic tone.