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I can feel the tension in the Realm Wave's aura snapping as the weight of my blade slices through it. Instantly, the attraction between my Soul Tie with Ember on the other side becos many tis stronger, and both Maria and I fall through the split forming in the barrier.

The dark primordial aura that fills the void around us bends and recreates a ntal image of the Realm Wave to look more like a tunnel, with the point of my blade at its endpoint.

Even though there is no up or down as we float forward, nor any gravity to make swinging my sword expend any energy, I still start to feel a wave of fatigue wash over .

The sa heavy strain on my soul returns, similar to when I sliced through the top of the Upper Realm to make it into this place.

The only difference is, there is not a single wall of reality I need to slice through. The thick wave of silver, white, and purple energy is reforming over and over again in front of . I watch the folded layers of space bend out from nowhere and add hundreds, then thousands, and eventually millions of new layers of silver light infused with a Primordial Aura far more powerful than my own.

Every possible dangerous wave of residue is pulled into my blade before it can touch , but the crimson aura tethered to the outside of my Origin Body changes with every layer of the Realm Wave it absorbs.

It vibrates and morphs, even spreading to latch onto the outside of Maira's Origin Body next.

She is intertwined with and falling through this Realm Wave with . The subconscious pull of this aura sees her as a part of .

Its strength and pressure around our bodies grow the further into the wave we fall. This is not only an automatic defensive feature but also the result of my blade devouring more energy than it ever has before.

The strain it's putting on my soul is being automatically replenished by the strange feedback loop of the darkness we float in, but the crimson aura that seeps out of my blade gets stronger with every silver thread it pulls in.

I start to feel the sensation of silver threads crackling in the back of my mind.

It feels like my mory is about to be wiped, like all the tis before when I saw things I was not supposed to, or flashes of silver light within others' mories blocked from seeing the full thing.

There have been tis in the past where I fought through this feeling, and with the reassurance that all of my fatigue and energy used will flow right back into , I don't hold back.

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I activate every single skill, buff, and internal technique I can to stay conscious.

Billions of spinning red, white, and black glyphs start forming inside my Sacred Body, right on the edge of my Origin Body. It stimulates my Vibrations and Aura enough to focus and push through.

The fuzzy wave of silver light that was about to cover my mind is parted, and a satisfying whoosh of mories flows in from the silver sea of my sword straight into my mind.

A series of extrely fast-paced, brutal fights start to appear, and I get to view them from the point of view of a soul weapon.

Sotis this weapon takes the form of a sword, other tis an axe, sotis a hamr or curved knife. I even feel the form of spears, arrows, chains, and shapes of weapons I never even considered.

Each weapon has the sa soul at its core, and all of them leak with the sa crimson aura once they kill their enemies.

Almost every one of the enemies they kill wields black and purple demonic energy. I see demonic beasts of every shape and size, and Demons that also have far different body types than ones I've seen before.

Their strengths differ, from Nobles, to Royals, to even strange energy forms that I can't comprehend.

So of these mories don't even have mana or demonic energy signatures present at all.

I try to map the snippets of worlds and vast Upper Realms I witness to mories of the past, but none of them match up at all.

There are millions, then billions, then countless worlds flashing through my mind, and none of them are recognizable. I cannot link these mories to any tiline or point in space I've witnessed before.

I even start to witness so of the heavier mories that are trapped deeper down into its core. I start to see the imagery of so dark, shadowy, horned being wielding this very soul weapon to break out of an orb-like construct surrounding a galaxy.

The mont the construct breaks, an extrely strong burst of golden aura pours in from the cracks in the mory, and my concentration is completely broken. I'm thrust back into the reality of slicing through this wave.

At the sa exact ti, a wave of golden light is pouring through the Realm Wave too, coinciding with Ember's words to the Overseer: "The Great Cycle is far bigger than your limited mind will ever comprehend. There is no outlasting the system, especially using the very power that it has granted you."

Noctus yells back, and waves of purple and silver threads co flooding through the Realm Wave straight at us, imprinting on the outsides of our Origin Bodies. It allows to shake off the lapse in concentration I had and align with my blade again. I can overpower the seals on the silver mories, but there is still a secret that is beyond my level of comprehension to see.

When I manage to tether back into the flow of mories being devoured, my subconscious steers away from anything that has to do with breaking out of this mbrane or powers that can overrule the system itself.

I focus only on the blade's battles and its wielders.

I thought I had seen it all, but more iterations of this blade co flowing in, and instead of trying to match it to a ti period or anything related to mories I know, I try to find more things in common with every era that flashes by. Many variables begin piecing themselves together when I begin studying this sword's wielder, and its surroundings.

The instant I catch on, more golden light starts to pour in from every direction of my mind. Yet this ti, I catch myself before it completely takes over and deletes everything I see. The first detail I find is that every wielder of this blade has the sa unique skill.

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