Sol had ran for his life. His Mana was already at zero and his stamina was slowly decreasing. He could only think about the regret of having never spent more time with Elfina, Kireina, and the others as he was suddenly taken over by an enormous quantity of darkness…
"You're too powerful to simply kill you. How about you become my pawn instead?"
A smile surged in the lips of the monstrous entity that caught up to him, as darkness suddenly flowed into his body like he had never felt before. The darkness absorbed into his body and parasitized it, controlling his mind and his thoughts.
The memories of his past, of all his regrets, of all his pain, they all resurfaced, pain, agony, horror, regret, fear… All of it and more took over his mind and heart. His heart turned black, his armor completely stained with the darkness of his soul, and his eyes turned red, completely devoid of the emotions that made him the weakling that he, deep down, believed he was.
"Excellent. You're amazingly compatible with my powers. To think I could easily take over your body with my Miasma… You're not someone that should belong in the path of light, you're someone that should had always been part of the darkness of this world! Hahahaha!"
The Genie laughed, the entity that had brought Sol to the darkness was someone capable of naturally wielding the toxic and dangerous power of Miasma. This Genie… a creation of the ancient gods lost and forgotten in time, who awakened after the Gods were long gone and decided to take over this territory as his own, selfish, and hateful, he only wanted power and to conquer things, an imperfect creation that only held the most basic and selfish of desires.
However, his composition as a whole was imperfect. The Genies of this world, after all, were prototypes of people. They were created with the purpose of creation Demigods, capable of both being people and gods at the same time, the breach between mortals and the "immortals" that created Grand Terra.
But Genies were too strong. The Ancient Gods that played with Creation Powers created them and made them too powerful. Their minds were flawed as well, lacking basic emotions such as empathy. They saw all other weaker beings as either pawns or trash that needed to be disposed of. Like this, the Genies needed to be destroyed.
However, they couldn't be destroyed. The Gods had grown weaker over time, and their power couldn't completely kill them. At the end, they were sealed across the world, each Genie possesing the elemental power of the certain tribe they were supposed to represent. Such seals were also capable of weakening them over the eons. It was supposed to keep them sealed forever.
"Hmph, damned creators…" The Genie sighed.
But the death of the Gods came with the weakening of the seals. Miasma poured from their bodies and contaminated the world. The first Genie to have ever freed himself was the Blue Genie of the Desert, who had assimilated the Miasma dropped into the desert over eons, growing powerful enough to free himself from his seal.
And not only that, as Genies had the flawed power of absorption, they were able to absorb elemental and essence power, and the Blue Genie ended assimilating an enormous underground lake of Miasma, granting him powers above what he could had ever imagined. By merely using them, monsters were suddenly controlled by his darkness, and even Summons from another world such as Sol ended being brainwashed and changed…
Now, with enormous ambition for power and to conquer his own land, the Genie began to unleash Sandstorms to destroy any living being in here. The larger countries had hold on fine for now, but the smaller villages were suffering the most.
With the visit of a certain group of people carrying the last ever God, a malicious plan surged within his mind, as he desired to destroy them and devour that last God, acquiring the power of his own creators.
And now, after finally finding them after one of his "pets" the Desert King ended throwing them away with a sandstorm, he had managed to get himself a powerful new pawn.
"Now go, my pawn, burn that damned tree… It reeks divine power, which I cannot tolerate! My domain is the desert, everything shall be beautiful and golden sand!" He roared, as the black knight of flames emerged from within his sandstorm.
Sol raised his blade, corrupted with the darkness and miasma that had taken over his body…
"Overpowering… Sun…!" He said with a cold, and emotionless voice. It was as if he wasn't even thinking for himself anymore, a mere puppet of the miasma of the Blue Genie.
FLUOSH!
In mere seconds, an enormous sphere of flames emerged. This was one of the powers that even the Blue Genie had to admit was incredible. The ability to create gigantic spheres of divine flames, which now, corrupted by the miasma, became phantasmal black flames, the same ones that his own previous version of himself had used to fight the young Hero of Bright Light, whom ultimately defeated him, bringing him the peace of death he had aneled before.
However, this time, this flame came with a new, otherworldly power. After all, Grand Terra was a powerful world that wasn't even close to Genesis. Even Kireina had figured out this world, by itself, was incredibly high leveled in terms of essence and power, Sol, without realizing it by the moment he was summoned here, had become increasingly strong. And thanks to the Miasmic powers of the Blue Genie, his flames and overall stats had all increased!
The enormous sphere of black flames flew towards Kireina's creation, a Lesser Yggdrasil Tree she had made with the hopes of one day filling this world with nature and life once more.
BOOOOMMM!!!
An enormous explosion of black flames covered the entire desert's sky, as the entire attack was… blocked… by a giant butterfly and a small caterpillar.
"Oh my god, did you got brainwashed again? Seriously, AGAIN?!"
Kireina was clearly pissed off.
