The world around suddenly began to spin, an unsettling sensation that twisted the air and pulled at my very core. Sothing was wrong—this was not just a shift in the fabric of reality, but sothing deeper, sothing from another, higher dinsion. I could feel a push and a pull at once, as if I were caught between two forces, both fighting to control .
"Is that him?" I muttered under my breath, barely hearing my own words as they left my mouth. As soon as the words left my lips, I felt it—a sudden, powerful force that slamd into , attacking with a strength I hadn't anticipated.
So it begins.
"Fine, I will go et you..." I whispered, pushing myself into the fourth dinsion. The world around twisted and warped as I was pulled further from the familiar, the spinning forces of the universe surrounding . I felt an intense energy battering against my brain. It was not like the force of destruction I had experienced before. No, this was different. Instead of aiming to break down, it aid to expand . To stretch my consciousness, forcing to adapt.
Perhaps this was how one ascended, how one beca more than just human. This skill—this power—was difficult to master, but I was fortunate that the from the past had learned it, had passed it on. It was almost as if she had prepared for this mont.
"Interesting."
A voice suddenly entered my ears, smooth yet dripping with malice. It was so disgusting, so toxic, that I could almost feel it in the air. There he was.
I turned, my eyes narrowing as I locked onto him, the man who had cost everything.
"It's you..." I said, the words escaping flatly, void of any emotion. "Have you co to kill , or have you co for your dog? Either way, I won't give you anything."
I shook my head, indifferent. His presence was suffocating, yet familiar. He watched calmly, too calmly. His eyes drifted down to my chest, and I felt a cold shiver run down my spine—not from fear, but from disgust. His gaze was unsettling.
"Interesting..." he said again, his voice dripping with a sickening tone. "You have sacrificed your path just for them. I guess I overestimated you, Lee Gaon. You were such a perfect test subject, only to fail at the end."
He shook his head, the smugness in his tone enough to make want to rip him apart with my bare hands.
"? A test subject?" I repeated, my voice still as flat and emotionless as ever. "I wouldn't be surprised, and I guess you don't know how much I know about you... and her." The words hung in the air like a challenge.
He paused for a mont, his face twitching slightly as he processed my words. It was then I realized—I had struck a nerve.
"It's nice for once to see you without the rage ruining your cute face," he mused, his voice dripping with mocking amusent. "You really look like her... yet sothing is different. You're stronger in every way. I hadn't expected that. Perhaps you haven't failed after all."
His words spun in circles, avoiding , sidestepping the truth. Why? What was he afraid of? But it was the first ti I had heard his true voice, the voice of the man who had never shown himself fully. The man behind the curtain. I knew he could easily end right here, but he didn't. That ant there was more to this. More to his plans. Or perhaps... he couldn't forget the original Gaon.
"You killed her," I said, my voice growing cold, "yet you never expected to return as her, did you? But don't get wrong—I'm not the woman who once loved you. I'm not that Lee Gaon. And you don't need to make any plans for , because I want what you want."
Finally, there was a flicker of reaction. His eyelid twitched, curiosity seeping into his gaze.
"Oh?" he said, his amusent deepening. "And what would that be?"
I stood taller, unwavering, my gaze fixed on him with complete resolve. "I will beco the eternal. The throne will be mine."
I didn't hold back. I didn't care what he thought of , how stupid, reckless, or arrogant he deed . I had made my decision. I will do it. No one, not even him, could stop .
"And I wondered what kind of crazy thing you would say," he mused, his voice carrying the weight of a tired amusent. "But that's nothing new. You're really her, just from a different life, with the sa ideals. How refreshing. Yet, you cut off your own path there—the hole in your heart… it will never let you reach my level, let alone the level where you could fight for the throne of eternity."
He sighed heavily, almost theatrically, and extended his hand. It wrapped around the fabric of space itself, twisting and warping the very fabric of reality as if it were nothing more than cloth to be molded. So this is how he does it, I thought. This is what it ans to bend the world to your will.
"You should give up," he continued, his voice dropping into sothing that felt almost like pity. "Live the rest of your days hidden away. Now that you've spoken those words, you'll be hunted. All of your demons will be hunted. There are entities out there who want that throne, and only one creature will ever be allowed to sit there. And it won't be you..." He paused for a mont, his eyes shifting with sothing that almost seed like sadness, though I knew it was nothing more than a twisted mockery. "But even if I tried, I won't be able to stop you, isn't that right? Gaon?"
His words echoed in my mind, but I didn't flinch. I stood still, unmoving, unwavering in my resolve. "Are you speaking to ? Or to her?" I replied, my tone as flat and emotionless as ever. "Because she is gone. You killed her twice, and now you want to love again? Forget it. You're old now. You should take so ti off and enjoy life while I overtake everything in this world."
The audacity of my words hung in the air like a challenge, but there was no anger in —just the cold, indifferent truth of what I knew I would beco.
He laughed, a deep, unsettling chuckle that seed to reverberate through the very space around us. "Hahaha! That's right. One thing you don't lose, even with your heart gone, is the ability to dream, to seek sothing greater." His voice took on a sharp edge, an almost biting tone, as if sothing dark was rising within him. "Good, Gaon. Then, if you're so confident, let help you. I don't even need to kill you myself. You'll kill yourself this way, and I can still watch you for a longer ti. I can still watch this show."
The air around grew colder, the familiar feeling of danger creeping into my senses. Suddenly, I felt sothing open in the distance—sothing imnse. A swirling spiral of crimson and black, like the birth of a new, twisted universe. It beckoned with an eerie pull, the very essence of darkness and chaos.
"Go to your demon world," he said, his smirk widening, his eyes glinting with dark satisfaction, "and have a look at what happens to those who stand against the angels."
His words struck like a warning bell, but I didn't flinch. I knew sothing wasn't right. He wouldn't let go unless there was a surprise waiting for on the other side of that portal. Sothing he wanted to see—sothing ant to trap , to break .
But I had already made my decision. Whatever lay ahead, I would face it, and I would find my way through it, just like I had with everything else. The portal called to , but I didn't step forward just yet. I stood there, my eyes locked onto his, ready for whatever ca next.
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