Superbia stared at the blazing object lighting up the passage like a torch.
The heat was so intense that it could scorch one's eyes just by looking at it. The flas were black like the void, devouring all light and leaving behind an ominous, smoldering trail.
"Did I go too far?"
She ran her fingers through her hair, staring at the charred remains of what had suffered the intense burning.
However, It was not a re object. It was the body of a human, a man, or at least, what used to be one.
The man, or rather, the corpse had been consud by the black fla. There was no salvation for anyone eaten by those flas. It was a demonic power that could not be extinguished by any ans, magical or otherwise. It was like an unholy curse that ate away at the victim's essence until nothing remained. Not even Immortals could survive those flas.
Therefore, she didn't need to check if he was still alive.
Even if he had so kind of power that allowed him to resurrect, he would never see the light of day again. In a world this cruel, miracles like that simply did not exist.
"Ughh..."
Superbia sighed.
The child of man had spoken so condescendingly and acted so arrogantly, yet in the end, he was a massive disappointnt. If she had known this would be the outco, she wouldn't have wasted so much of her strength and ti. Funny enough, it wasn't his power that had made her hesitate, It was his empty bravado, the way he had carried himself like a king among mortals.
Now, as she stared at the smoldering remains, she couldn't help but feel irritated. Perhaps the only thing more fragile than his body had been his pride.
Shaking her head in annoyance, she cast a final glance at the inferno, as if she could see beyond the ruin of his body.
"Thank you. Because of you, I learned sothing important about myself. Still, it's a sha you amounted to so little. Even if you were given a thousand chances, you wouldn't have won. Would that be considered misfortune?"
"I suppose 'yes' would be the appropriate answer, but that response only holds aning if I had lost. Don't you agree?"
For an instant, the Sister froze in place in shock at the voice coming from the flas of purgatory.
Slowly, the corpse began to rise to its feet. Then, sothing unnatural started to happen to the missing upper half, as the black flas continued to scorch. The flas intensified, almost as if splashing against a transparent glass statue, and an object began to form.
The missing upper body started to take shape.
First, the stomach. Then the chest. The shoulders, the arms, the hands, the fingers and finally, the head.
In approximately five seconds, the upper body had been completely restored. Even then, the black flas showed no sign of abating.
Instead, it felt as though a black fla demon had been born from the remnants, instead of the missing identity. But the voice she heard definitely belonged to that hateful man, which caused her great confusion and disorder.
"W-What is this? What is going on? Is this even possible?"
Superbia muttered in shock, perhaps even anxious.
Was it possible for soone to resist the black flas? No, that was simply impossible. Sothing wasn't right. Was this so kind of illusion? Even as the thought crossed her mind, she felt no distortion in her mana flow, and quickly discarded the possibility of an illusion as it ca.
Faced with the unexpected and unforeseeable phenonon, Superbia could only force herself to maintain a brave front.
"Haha! What's this? You've gotten even uglier than before — or should I call it a vast improvent?"
She sneered,
"I don't know how you survived my black flas, or even how you're alive right now, but that makes no difference! Your resurrection is aningless if you still can't defeat !"
Determined to end his life, Superbia swiftly conjured magic stakes and sent them flying toward him with a command. The stakes shot through the air, accompanied by a gust of wind as though guided by the spirits, aid straight for the vital points of her target.
... But nothing happened.
"What?"
Superbia blinked in disbelief as she watched the magic stakes vanish the mont they entered the man's space. He remained unhard. It was as though an invisible force had repelled them, causing the stakes to disintegrate into nothing but sparkling glitter.
What just happened? Did he use so kind of magic negation technique?
Even that thought didn't make sense. If he truly had such a technique, why hadn't he used it earlier? Why now, of all tis...
Her unease grew with each passing second.
Clicking her tongue, Superbia conjured more stakes. At the sa ti, she activated the trap chanism with her authority, releasing the sealed arrows, and fired them all toward him like a bouquet of razor-sharp shards.
However, all the stakes and arrows were disintegrated in an instant, leaving him unhard.
The man laughed, as if all her attempts were nothing more than cute, pitiful gestures. A twisted smile appeared on that demon-like face.
Superbia's anger flared even further, and she imdiately began preparing her next attempt to end his life.
He's not doing anything, yet he's sohow stopping my attacks. I can't sense any mana traces, so he's not using magic. But how is that even possible?
She hesitated as doubt began to take root in her heart.
She had launched an assault that left no room for escape or survival. Even then, the man had effortlessly neutralized her attack without breaking his stride or even pausing for a mont.
Like there was no need for him to attack or defend at all.
Was he using an authority that she could not see or fandom?
She could no longer contain her rising anxiety.
IMPOSSIBLE! IMPOSSIBLE! IS HE SO SORT OF HIGHER EXISTENCE BEYOND THE TERRITORY OF HUMANS? I DON'T UNDERSTAND! I CAN'T UNDERSTAND IT! HOW CAN HE STILL EXIST AFTER BEING CONSUD BY THE BLACK FLAS OF PURGATORY?! DAMN IT! AM I SCARED? OF COURSE NOT! I CAN'T SHOW FEAR! THERE'S NO REASON TO PANIC! THEN—THEN—
As her mind spiraled into chaos, the burning Kim Jakga closed the distance between them.
He was now only a few ters away.
The sight of the human covered in black flas painted an horrifying image, and Superbia could feel cold sweat trickling down her back.
"DAMN YOU! DISAPPEAR FROM MY SIGHT QUICKLY!!"
Superbia spat out and evoked her full authority.
She used all her strength and manipulated the entire house to strike at the rapidly approaching demon.
Steel arrows, each infused with deadly effects like poisoning, decay, bleeding, freezing, burning, blinding, weakening, paralyzing, fear, confusion, silencing, and gold transmutation, rained down upon him. Countless massive guillotines, each weighing over a hundred kilograms, plumted from the ceiling, aid squarely at his head. The walls of the passage shifted and expanded, erging from both sides with the intent to crush him flat like a pancake. A gargantuan skull materialized, lunging toward him with jaws wide open, eager to devour him whole. Shadow wolves, erging from the darkest corners, morphed into deadly projectiles, rushing to tear him apart. From every corner of the house, traps and monstrosities of unimaginable terror sprung forth, all converging on one single target.
An onslaught that seed infinite, with no possibility for escape or defense in sight. However, even as the barrage of attacks rained down on him, the demon... simply sneered.
At that mont—
"....!!!"
All of the countless strikes vanished in an instant.
Without lifting a finger, he had "crushed" each deadly assault, rendering them pointless.
He neither attacked nor defended, nor did he even attempt to dodge.
He simply walked, he continued moving relentlessly.
Ku! WHY? WHY? WHY? HOW COULD THIS BE? IMPOSSIBLE! WHY IS NOTHING WORKING!?
Superbia's bravado shattered like fragile glass as every one of her steps was rendered aningless by the simple act of her opponent advancing.
An unknown terror coursed through her, and gripped her weak heart with a fear so overwhelming it defied comprehension.
She subconsciously took a step back. But the simple act of 'stepping back' squeezed out all her remaining pride.
She gritted her teeth, desperately holding on to the last shard of her resistance. Continue reading on empire
"Damn It... JUST DIE ALREADY, YOU DAMN ABOMINATION!!"
Superbia swung both her hands horizontally.
The two black flaming swords that appeared followed suit, and flew left and right like a pair of giant scissors forcefully toward Kim Jakga.
They collided with his body simultaneously, and erupted in a violent explosion.
Fla and smoke billowed out, and engulfed the space around them in an intense inferno.
But then, with a roar that seed to echo through the corridor, the fiery wall was swept aside.
The smoke and flas were blown away as if a mighty wind dragon had suddenly appeared at the center, and dispersed the chaos with a violent gust.
Kim Jakga stood there.
The pitch-black flas he had dispersed still lingered, swirling in a perfect cycle around him. Despite the scorching heat, he remained unaffected.
Despite being engulfed in unquenchable flas, there was no trace of pain in his expression.
That wretched creature seed to whisper, scorn, and laugh at her with derision.
With a single step forward, the dark flas were extinguished as if blown out all at once, like candles on a birthday cake.
"No.... NO! NO! NO! STAY BACK! DON'T CO NEAR , YOU HORRIBLE MONSTER!!"
Superbia staggered back at that incomprehensible phenonon and continued to frantically attack him with black flas.
Even so, they were all "crushed" without exception, disintegrating with a pathetic noise the mont they touched his skin.
The man rely sneered. His demon-like face silently declared that he had already discovered her weakness.
Superbia trembled as she locked eyes with Kim Jakga. Her once fierce and determined glare had dulled, becoming limp and fragile, like a discarded, soaked tissue.
Her legs buckled beneath her, and she collapsed onto the cold floor.
She thought about running, but her body refused to move. She considered fighting, but her hands beca heavy. Torn between flight and fighting, Superbia remained paralyzed, crumpled on the ground like a broken doll.
Stopping ant failure.
Failure ant everything she had fought for would crumble into nothingness, and her mission would beco aningless. Like an rampaging storm, Superbia's mind spiralled more uncontrollably, leaving her fighting spirit as nothing more than a hollow shell.
The burning man approached wordlessly.
With no regard to the girl on the verge of both physical and ntal collapse, he continued walking and continued to walk silently, at a steady yet slow pace, which only deepened her terror.
Superbia watched helplessly as he closed the distance like a predator stalking a cornered and wounded rabbit in the heart of winter.
In a single second—
"....!?"
Her entire life flashed before her eyes, and in that mont, even her mission, the sole purpose that had given her existence aning, crumbled into insignificance under the weight of raw, primal fear.
I-IT IMPOSSIBLE! I CANNOT WIN! I DON'T WANT TO DIE!
Her thoughts scread at her to move, but her body betrayed her. Desperately, she began to crawl away as fear and despair completely consud her heart, mind and body.
However, even her attempt to escape had beco truly pitiful.
As if saying 'co here', the burning demon grabbed her ankle and pulled her back towards himself.
Superbia scread as the scorching heat of the demon's grip burned into her flesh.
"AHHHHHHHH!! NOOOOOOOOOO!! IT HURTS SO MUCH! LET GO! LET GO! LET GO! IT'S BURNING!!"
Her screams only seed to amuse the demon-like entity. The sister trembled as the burning man spoke.
"Why... are you ruuuunnning? Don't you see? I only wanted... to show you... my love! Hah—haaa! So rude... so very, very rude... It hurts, you know? It truly hurts!"
Kim Jakga's lips stretched into a venomous smile, his left eye glowing reddish-gold, while the empty socket of his right eye gaped hollow, filled with dyed crimson blood that resembled the maws of a monstrous terror.
A monster's gaze none dared follow.
His demon-like voice carried a chilling sincerity like those words had erged from the depths of his heart.
"So please—"
With terrifying speed, he wrapped his hands around Superbia's neck.
"... Accept my embrace!"
He squeezed her windpipe with savage strength.
"ACK! KA...GRHHKKK!"
Superbia's hands clawed desperately at his, each futile attempt t with an unbearable burning sensation spreading across her skin.
Her lungs scread for air, but her throat felt scorched, branded by the devil's touch. The agony deepened as her skin began to peel away in raw, excruciating strips. Even the thought of screaming brought a new wave of pain, leaving her helpless and gasping in silence.
It was a tornt beyond comprehension. Such excruciating pain threatened to consu her senses and shatter her mind.
Helplessly, she clawed her hands. Desperately, she frantically thrashed around in vain to draw a single breath. Despairing, she could only bla and curse her own weakness.
She was the oldest among her sisters yet she was the least talented.
She had long been aware of that painful truth, so she concealed her weakness behind a facade of pride and the authority that ca with being the eldest.
But now, even that mask had crumbled in the face of death itself.
She did not care about pride or dignity any longer. All she wanted was for the unbearable pain to co to an end. At the sa ti, a primal instinct scread from within her.
As much as she longed for the agony to stop, she couldn't bring herself to enter death's embrace or take her own life.
Her heart still yearned for life to cling.
And, like that, Superbia's vision faded in sheer horror.
"KA! KA! K... P-PLEASE STOP! I-I'M SORRY! I-I'M SORRY! I SURRENDER! P-PLEASE... N-NO M-MORE!"
She scread with her voice cracking under the iron, scorching grip and becoming hoarse.
With that single cry of desperation...
Ding!
A chanical noise echoed, followed by a cold ssage:
[You have surrendered your role as a "Hunter".]
[You have lost your participation rights in the Narrative.]
As if on cue, as soon as that ssage erged, the scorching grip around her neck vanished.
The burning sensation around her ankle and neck disappeared as well like they hadn't never been burned. As if the pain was an illusion.
Her blurry vision regained their focus, and she saw the man who had monts ago been squeezing the life out of her, standing and looking down at her.
Except, he wasn't burning anymore.
Then, with a disturbingly cheerful smile, Kim Jakga tilted his head and gave her a casual wave.
"Why, hello~" his voice did hum, "Just why are you lying down there, I wonder?"
Reviews
All reviews (0)