The feeling of death, true death, lasted but a mont, an instant too quick for most to even feel, yet it left a lasting impression..
The world glitched, and my figure was made whole once more.
"Haa... Haa... haaa..." my breathing ca out haggard and heaving...
It had cost my body and an ungodly amount of energy, but that crimson fog was finally gone.
CE- 300,000,000/233,750,000k
"Damn..."
My energy tank was running on empty.
What I thought was an absurd amount of energy, had just been reduced so drastically in a span of re seconds....
My face went grim as I slowly stood back up...
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"Impressive. To think you could actually stop that, your ability to not die, keeps on surprising ." The old man spoke up, voice flat..
.....
...
"What? What happened to the confidence from earlier when you asked for a spar?" The old man continued after I refused to answer, "don’t tell that’s all you’ve got?"
"Heh!" I grinned.
"Old man, I’ve gotta give it to you, that was one hell of an experience, I’ll rember that." I cranked my neck a few tis, eyes checking my energy bar...
CE- 233,750,000k:233,750,000k
Seeing the numbers, my smile widened...
"But, if you think that’s all I’ve got, then you’re sorely mistaken....."
"Purgatory Series...."
The world stilled, almost as if reality was catching its breath...
"White hell...."
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The mont the words left Dante’s mouth, silence fell upon the entire place...
"Hmmm?" Valen was the first to react..
"Is it getting hot?" He murmured quietly...
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"Hey.... Why does it feel hotter all of a sudden.." Dakota, having cald down from her state earlier, finally noticed the strange situation..
"Damn... you’re right! And it seems to be increasing.." the large Tian muttered, pulling at the collar of his hoody..
"This... Dante." Raven’s voice successfully pulled their attention back to the spar still ongoing, and their eyes widened at what they saw...
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White....
That’s all I saw.
The mont I uttered those words, the world went blank, before I found myself in a forge of burning flas.
I had created this phase during my seclusion, but this would be my first ti invoking fire at 100% comprehension..
Blue, red, yellow, pink... flas of all colors, so were hot, others were cold, yet I felt a distinct connection to each of them, almost like I could reach out and..
"Co..."
FWOOOOOOOOOOSHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!
The world ignited in a swirling inferno, as flas of all colors appeared spontaneously, burning so hot the floor lted instantly.
The temperature rising to levels that felt less physical and more conceptual...
"This..." I could hear the old man’s stupefied voice, but I wasn’t paying attention at the mont.
I had entered a trance like state.
All I could see was fire.
All I could hear was fire.
All I wanted to be... "is fire..."
Tsss... tssss... tsssss
The mont the thought left my lips, a spark ignited around before,
Fwoooooshhhhhh!!!!!!
I was engulfed by a barrage of flas....
My hair vanished, becoming living tongues of fla.
My eyes beca a pool of multicolored madness...
My lower body beca nothing but a shroud of fire, my skin taking on cracks with liquid magma flowing through them...
A runic sigil of burning flas beca engraved on my back as I beca the living embodint of the flas..
I could feel it..
The flas..
They were becoming one with ..
I could hear their voices..
I could feel their soul...
"Perfected law state...." The old man’s disbelieving voice rang out...
My eyes finally opened as they landed on the shocked expression apparent on the old man...
"Ha..haha...hahahahahahahahahahaha...." He laughed.
A hand covering his face as he laughed, wild, crazily..
"Regulus, oh, regulus, just what the hell did you give birth to?" I could hear the pure disbelief in his voice.
"Heh! Old man.."
My voice didn’t sound like my voice.
It ca out layered.
Like multiple entities were speaking at the sa ti...
"It’s to early to be shocked..."
"What do you...."
Before the old man could finish his words, I added the sweet cherry on this cake I was cooking....
"Paradox...."
BOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!
An explosion of epic proportions sounded out as the flas that were already burning at conceptual temperatures, soared even higher, the very fabric of space itself began lting at the horrifying degrees the flas were reaching....
The flas around burned hotter and hotter, their colors changing, until they beca a pure white...
My flaming hair, flaming lower body, all beca pure white..
Yet when the old man thought it was over, the true horror of the ability Paradox kicked in...
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:
The Third Phase of the Purgatory Series.
A paradoxical domain where white hellfire and absolute cold coexist.
All surrounding heat is forcibly drawn into the domain, causing simultaneous thermal amplification and thermal extinction.
At its center, a Paradox Singularity is ford through the convergence of Heat, Soul, Collapse, and Inevitability.
Those designated by the user are subjected to unavoidable spiritual and existential destruction.
Law Principle:
The designated end shall arrive
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The world fractured.
To the left, white flas blood without orange or red, pure and rciless. They did not burn the air so much as erase its definition, space unraveling where they passed.
To the right, heat ceased to exist.
Not cold.
Absence.
A frozen expanse ford in an instant, matter locking into stillness so absolute it rejected motion itself.
Between them, reality could not decide what it was ant to be.
And so it stopped trying.
Above , the two extres collided.
Not mixing.
Not clashing.
Converging.
A swirling collapse of contradiction ford in the sky, twisting into a silent singularity where heat and absence cancelled each other out.
Everything it touched ceased to continue existing as anything at all.
Not destroyed.
Not frozen.
Undone.
The space around no longer held aning.
Only the singularity remained.
Pulling.
Consuming.
Deciding.
I looked up, blazing eyes eting the disbelieving face of the old man.
It seed he had forgotten to put on his mask of indifference this ti around...
"What do you think, old man? Are you satisfied?" I couldn’t help asking, a sudden feeling of delight welling up within as I saw his expression morph from disbelief into reluctant acceptance, and then..
"Good..." he answered, hands gripping his blade as his aura deepened...
"Now, let’s see if you’re as capable as you look..."
Before his words could be completed, he was already face first before the massive singularity behind ...
"Get over here!!!"
The fight had just begun, and I’d be damned if I didn’t make this old man sweat....
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A/N: TR33 sees cliff...
TR33 likes cliff...
TR33 hangs you guys on cliff.
Boom! Happy TR33....
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