The bolt came screaming through the air, passing through where they had just been. A cone of conceptual energy flickered to life behind it. While the bolt itself hadn’t struck either of them, the miasma of dark green that emerged from its tail did.

  Jonathan felt his flesh begin to bulge beneath the confines of his armor. His hands felt heavy, and his face sagged. A wave of all consuming Void Divinity surged through him, cleansing the corruption. He continued on his path unharmed.

  Eliza did the same thing with her Divinity, expelling a wave of cancerous light from her extremities.

  At this point, they were only a few dozen miles from the central mountain. Jonathan could fully make out its scale and construction at this point. Previously, the buildings that covered the mountain had been lost in the overall scene, but now that he was a lot closer he could see the constructions that dotted the mountainside. All of them were made out of the same material as the rest of the peak, with walls crafted from stalks of grain. They were undergirded by thick layers of elemental energy, granting them the ability to resist attacks. Their fragile appearance was just an illusion.

  The ballista fired again and again, but it didn’t have any more success. Eventually, as they drew ever closer, other attacks came into play. Mages fired at them from the mountainside, varied blasts of elemental power flying up.

  Jonathan simply erased them with the Void, not even changing his trajectory to avoid them.

  Just before they were about to hit home, the top of the mountain trembled. A massive hand clawed its way out. It was vaguely that of a human, but it was tipped with razor-like talons. The rest of the body came out a few moments later, a multi hundred foot figure that looked almost like a scarecrow. Its form was like that of a doll, completely androgynous.

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  It was gaunt, the bones showing beneath parchment thin skin. In its left hand it clutched a pitchfork that blazed with verdant fire. Its face was the worst part, nothing more than a skull without enough skin to cover it. Yellowish bones poked out at the angles of its face.

  “Did it take you a year to muster the courage to face me?” the Great Farmer asked. Its voice was like a swarm of locusts stripping a field bare.

  Jonathan didn’t answer. Instead, he gathered his elemental energy, weaving together a combination of Maw of the Void, Void’s Hunger and Minor Endfire.

  His fists erupted into plumes of multicolored gold and purple fire. Jonathan slammed them together, and a blade of the world’s end shot out from between his palms.

  The Great Farmer snorted contemptuously and raised its pitchfork. The swirling flames that enveloped the weapon condensed around its tip. With a shout, he thrust it forward, straight into the center of the incoming blade of the Void. Jonathan couldn’t help but wince as the pitchfork blasted through the center of his attack, expelling a projectile of its own towards him. A lance of pure green light shot towards him.

  Jonathan punched, his right fist racing forwards to meet the incoming blow. The green spear parted before him, a shard of Voidlight streaking off down the center.

  “I’ll deal with the minions!” Eliza shouted as she flew down towards the mountainside.

  Jonathan couldn’t answer.

  The Great Farmer slammed the side of its left fist into the air. Cracks spread across it, and suddenly, reality shifted as the massive scarecrow-like Circle Lord teleported to Jonathan’s side. Its pitchfork descended like a comet, wreathed in forest green flame.

  Jonathan dodged, pushing off a pillar of condensed Void energy. The weapon blasted through the wall of purple light a split second later. The sky unzipped around it, an arc of light streaking off into the corn maze below. It struck the force field above it and carved right through.

  Where it struck the swaying ears of massively enlarged corn below, they instantly bulged outwards, popping in sprays of pus and rot. The devastation spread for miles in a few seconds, tearing through the maze.