My words echo like a divine judgnt, vibrating through the realm with unshakable weight. The eerie darkness bursts forth, wrapping around everything in an instant. It devours the flas. It devours her. The two forces crash like titans locked in endless war.
But my darkness—it's no longer the sa.
It's heavier. Colder. More domineering.
And I see it reflected in Kaelthira's eyes. That confidence—it's cracking. Fading. The slow, suffocating cold wraps her like a cage of void. Her body trembles under the pressure. The light in her gaze shatters, piece by piece, as the true law consus her completely.
Yet there's no sound. The explosion doesn't even cause a flicker of change in the air. It's as if I've beco a phantom myself. Untouchable. Untouching. And my domain... my domain has beco sothing else entirely. A supre overworld. Higher. Heavier. Absolute.Perhaps... a true Sovereign, as the na always suggested.
I flick my index finger with so difficulty. The new power inside of is harder to control than I had imagined. I allow the powerful darkness to follow my movents. It is the sa energy that eerie voice lent .
Can I use it well? I feel doubt seep in. But a soft hand presses on my back. I know it's her helping . I hate her. She might hate as well. But right now we need to work together.
"Haaa!" A shout leaves my throat. All of the emotions I held in are now exploding. I can do it! I shall!
This power is as heavy as the planet itself. But I let it fall on my enemy. On the traitor of all demons.
Die...
The clash feels devastating. My right arm burns—no, it screams. I can feel it cracking, splintering just beneath the skin like fractured glass. But I doubt it's any better for her. I see her—she can't see . Her face is pale, twisted with sothing between shock and awe. Golden cracks spiral across her arm like a spiderweb spun by panic.
We're both falling. Both breaking. Dying.
But she smiles.
And so do I.
This fight... It's terrifying. It's lethal. But it's intoxicating. It's passion. It's desire. It's everything. The way our blows scream through the realm, the way our eyes lock in that instant before impact—this is what I live for. The pain. The thrill. The purity of it.
And slowly, deep inside, I feel the fire rise.
But it's not enough.
Not yet.
Still missing sothing...
"Call him."
The eerie voice breathes the words into like smoke slipping into my lungs. Her tone carries weight. Desperation. Urgency. It makes no sense, and yet…
Why do I feel like she's right?
Call who?
I answer back in my mind, the annoyance biting into my thoughts like steel.
Who is she talking about…? I have a few people I could call here. Allies. Tools. Even friends, maybe. But no… they're all too weak. They'd only die in this place. They'd only slow down.
Or…
No.
She can't an him.
"That's right."
The words slip into my head like a knife. Whispered. Cold. Certain. She's inside my mind again—eerie voice, threading through my thoughts like she belongs there. Like she owns the place.
She knows who I'm thinking of.
But why him?
That fool… that clown… that arrogant, loudmouthed bastard.
That idiot.
My idiot...
Seong-hoon… I need you…
I call out to him. Not with my voice. Not with words. It's an empty call. A desperate whisper inside the void. But maybe… maybe he'll feel it. Maybe he'll hear . After all, we're connected by more than just blood or bond—we're connected by that unspoken feeling. That silent pulse. Still… he's so far away. He's on the outside. I'm trapped here, in this twisted place, buried in the middle of the planet's rotting heart.
He won't hear …
Right?
Shit!
The clash throws back again. My feet skid across the collapsing realm as power explodes against power. I grit my teeth, taste blood. Even with everything—even with this world feeding its strength, even with sins burning in my chest—I'm still being pushed back. Overpowered. Outclassed.
Even now.
I'm still not a match for her.
I never was.
Just an arrogant fool drowning in illusions of godhood.
Shit… Fuck!
"You can do it!"
No…
"If you lose your arm, then fight with the other. If you lose both, use your legs. If you lose those—bite her. Tear into her with your teeth. And if that's not enough… then explode. Burn like a dying star. But don't you dare give up. You're stronger than this."
Even my Sovereign Domain isn't enough, huh? My arm's gone. Shit… it hurts. It really fucking hurts. And it's not regenerating.
Yet her arm is still there.
My eyes lock onto her. Sothing is blooming inside her now—dark, twisted, unnatural. That aura… I recognize it. It's the sa one I've seen in those who've lost themselves to the Creator's control. The ones who stopped being people… and beca tools.
Wait…
That other —the one buried inside her, the one who's been whispering in her ear this whole ti—she couldn't still be supporting his desires, could she?
"So… you now understand the difference between my part of the soul and hers," the eerie voice speaks again, slipping into my mind like a blade sliding between ribs.
I see. I see it now. It makes sense.
Love… it's blinding, isn't it?
"I will kill you. I will absorb you. And then, I will rule this world by his side."
Kaelthira's voice echoes across the battlefield—but no, it's not quite her voice anymore. There's sothing wrong with it. Sothing deeper. Sothing twisted. Her tone warps, layered with distortion, as if two mouths are speaking at once. Her eyes gleam with an unnatural light. That's not her anymore.
She's possessed.
My eyes trace her as she moves closer. Her steps are slow, deliberate. Her eyes—cold. Dead. Her lips are tight, biting down with restrained fury. She looks bloodthirsty. She looks… like she truly wants dead this ti.
I gather the remnants of my power. The sins are spinning like wild stars caught in a dying orbit, flooding with everything they have left. I don't even know what this final attack will be. But it feels overwhelming. Dangerous. Divine.
This is the last clash.
I'm sorry. I won't be able to see you again... my friends. My family... Seong-hoon. Malrang.
Today is the end of my story. Today, I will take her down with —to the world of the dead.
Is it worth it?
No.
Is it a must?
Yes... Sadly.
He's not coming. What the fuck did I expect? Even now, in this last mont... I'm still alone. Still dying alone.
My left arm wraps itself in a brilliant multicolored light, the hues of all my sins blazing like a dying aurora. It's my final strike. One punch. That's all I have left.
"Let's end this in an honorable way," I whisper. "One last clash. The winner takes it all…"
Kaelthira laughs—low, deranged, amused.
"Haha! Fine. Fine…"
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