"What is your true ability? How could you alter the laws of this decaying system? It should have run out of sufficient reserves... This cannot be happening!"
Noctus’ voice becos scattered and far less confident.
It echoes out from every single soul tie nearby.
The traces of purple demonic gel and fractured glyphs still linger in the remnants of soul ties left behind in his ergency retreat.
Large pathways of pure empty darkness reveal themselves in the void as we fly through. Space bends around our auras, making fragnts of energy float toward us like moving magnets that soak up everything they draw near.
The Demon’s ntal attention has beco entirely focused on running away. So every ti we sever a new soul tie connected to the Origin Plane, there is no longer an external reaction pulling the remaining threads tighter.
Centuries have already been pulled from the Upper and Lower Realm in less than a millionth of a second. Yet, now I feel the tension beginning to loosen, and the passage of ti slowing back down more and more.
It makes the chase for this Demon even more vital. In the past, it drained the resources of the Lower Realm for billions of years, and killed off countless races that did not submit to it throughout various eras. Yet, even seeing these mories, I still felt slightly detached, as I never lived through these ti periods myself.
Now, I witness Noctus resort to forcefully burning through all of these reserves siphoned from the galaxy, just to survive a little longer, and to spite us.
"There is no point explaining anything to you. You will not believe it, and your true death is near. Any more words would be a waste of ti."
I reply, imbuing my voice through waves of fire that explode on impact far away.
The eruption breaks over a hundred thick soul ties in a single blow, forcing the small wisps of purple aura to scatter even further away in random directions.
Each fragnt of his remaining mind and soul is no bigger than one of my closed fists.
Every single attack we land, more power is transferred away from him, and into the fiery and icy Immortal Emperors’ bodies following close behind.
Thin mirrors of ice split through space, following the fleeing pulses of purple energy.
Whenever these icy waves of light soar through seemingly dead space, the darkness resonates with the rainbow glow within each one of these slashes. There is a subconscious connection that gets stronger the further we chase, allowing Maria to alter the course of her strikes by following the bends in the mbrane.
This angle soaring through the void has begun affecting the shifting laws around her.
An undetectable darkness perates throughout her entire being, extrely similar to the atmosphere we soar through. Yet, it is not that she is absorbing the mbrane itself. It has a very unique aura, certainly a separate awakening with resemblance to this place.
It is a similar phenonon to what is happening with my sword.
Ever since the last silver threads were drained from the folds in space, it has been growing heavier, and altering its aura with every soul tie that I slice through or explode.
The extrely faint flicker of golden glyphs beneath the silver sea starts to manifest in the depths of my mind every ti I swing to eject another wave of fire.
There is no adverse reaction that clears my mories away from reading these glyphs. Instead, I can see them with perfect clarity every ti the ripples of the mbrane flow through.
It connects monts in the past to the forefront of my mind every ti I swing, showing the mont we unsealed this legacy in the Purple Zone, to the acceptance of this legacy in the Ravine, then to the day I found the cube of tal that nad itself Atom in an ancient tomb on the human world. I even see flickering mories of the soul bond I made with Ember the day I t him... inside the artificial prison of a Void Creeper.
This connection of thoughts sends all of the images and feelings of Void Creepers I’ve experienced, especially the visions granted in the Ravine with Maria, showing us a place in a dark void just like this... At the ti, I had no way of perceiving its vastness, but now the connections are starting to beco more clear.
Another shriek from far away behind a cluster of soul ties brings my attention away from my blade.
"Do you know what killing really ans? With your lifespans, even after your rebirths, those immortal cores will be burned out within a few thousand years. You’ve dood this system. No one will ever escape!"
His tone sounds even more scared and uncertain than before.
In just a few swings, thousands of soul ties are obliterated, clearing out almost half of the mbrane, returning it to untouched pure darkness.
Noctus breaks off into countless more strands, not even attempting to maintain his demonic form any longer. Each droplet of his purple ntal sea, and the small pockets of glyphs, are no larger than a single one of my fingernails.
Still, his voice echoes out again, "You... must stop! Do not fall for this Dragon’s lies. I- I admit my defeat. Allow to live and we can share the system. I won’t ever lay a finger on either of you again. I’ll quietly remain in a small pocket of the mbrane. Just- think about what you’re doing!"
No reply follows. There are only demonic screams and many ripples of soul ties snapping one by one throughout the void.
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