Reincarnated in Another World as a P. 1000 Ratte

Age of Strife: Demigod

The shadows of the setting sun stretched across the land like stripes, the air cooling as evening came, and slowly went. Orange and red hues mixed on the horizon as a flat field gave way to a pure, unfiltered view of nature at its fullest. 

Mountains, miles away, had trees dotting their slopes, and patches of wildflowers could be spotted at a forest's edge. Rolling hills would soon replace this flat space, but for the moment, the only thing resembling a bump was an oddly carved stone, several meters high. 

"W-Wow," the girl said as she, the creature, and the angel, who was nowhere to be seen for the moment, passed the rock. She pointed at it. "I heard this is the landmark that tells people when they've entered the Empire's territory."

She bent down to brush her hands against the grass, feeling the blades slip between her fingers. She liked the gentle feeling rubbing against her palms as she skipped a few times in the field, her shadow bobbing with her. 

Taking a deep breath, she let the sunlight warm her skin. She paused for a moment to let the creature catch back up to her, and it too, seemed to be taking in the beautiful colors. Its roars had seemed to have quieted to loud hums. 

The duo moved side by side, the girl looking behind her. Looking at the distance they had traveled, which was probably leagues worth of ground. "We've come a long way, haven't we?" she said. 

"Indeed you have. And this is as far as you will go."

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An individual, no less than a hundred meters away, appeared out of nowhere, and without warning. They were wearing something some may describe as a "combat maid" outfit, minus a few things.

The whole "maid" vibe was completely gone, as were the tights, leggings, and hairband, though for some reason the dress covering the waistline was fluffier.

The rest of the outfit was emblazoned with a golden color, the sleeves sticking tight enough to their arms that they were almost see-through. Despite the questionable practicality of the outfit, the weapon of choice didn't hold the same questions. 

Held in both hands of the individual, who appeared to have retained their youth, was a scythe whose white blade and handle both shared the same sturdy and intimidating look. The human-sized weapon was part of the reason why the girl and the creature stopped dead in their tracks. 

"I am Falx, demigod of the Twelve Gods," said the individual's female no-nonsense voice. "You will cease your meddling in the gods' affairs at once. Take another step into this territory, and consequences will be all that you bear."

"I have come on orders to deal with you accordingly, false Titan. I should have known a fake like you would not have been able to detect my presence." Falx raised her scythe. "May your end be as swift as my arrival."

Hefting the scythe over her shoulder, Falx jumped and corkscrewed in middair, swinging the weapon a full 360 degrees before slamming it into the ground. Fissures zigzagged outwards from the scythe's blade as the impact produced a magic mimic of itself. 

One that was heading straight for the creature. 

*SCROOOEEECH*

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Pain. 

Unimaginable pain. 

Pain so severe that it would be appropriate to call it indescribable, as unrelatable as that may be. But there was simply no other way to put it. 

A human body can handle pain up until a certain threshold, and at that threshold, the body goes into shock or falls unconscious. Or both. But this pain was unlike anything else. Despite the severity of the emotion, it refused to go over that threshold.