Tartarus and Nyxtharion had a mundane talk.
[Shadow Core (Shadow Elent Concept): 98.03% → 98.13%]
The mory ended and a new mory appeared.
It sa. Tartarus sat on the throne, half of his body covered by shadows. The portion of his body turning into a statue seed to have increased.
They spoke again about normal things. Like the life on Floor 1. The behavior of monsters.
[Shadow Core (Shadow Elent Concept): 98.13% → 98.43%]
The mories kept changing. All of them were normal conversation of Tartarus and Nyxtharion.
[Shadow Core (Shadow Elent Concept): 98.43% → 98.56%]
[…(Shadow Elent Concept): 98.56% → 98.78%]
[…Elent Concept): 98.78% → 98.81%]
[…Concept): 98.81% → 99.35%]
[…99.35% → 99.84%]
The mories ended.
"Did you receive what you wanted, Neo Hargraves?" the dragon questioned.
"I got the most of it, yes," Neo answered.
After talking to the dragon, Neo looked at the Floor 2 below.
He raised his hand and summoned a Fabled rank monster capable of flight. The eagle-shaped shadow summon had three thin tails, and eight eyes.
It was the size of moon.
Neo sat on top of it. A force of power was summoned by the monster, and it wrapped around Neo, acting like a seatbelt.
[Telekinesis (Rank: Stage 2, Mastery: Expert): 3%]
[…Stage 2, Mastery: Expert): 4%]
[…Expert): 2%]
[…]
[Telekinesis (Rank: Stage 2, Mastery: Expert) total: 100%]
By the ti they reached the dinsional barrier over Zone 4, Neo had copied the Telekinesis Spell.
"Seeing it like this, it's clear that the higher rank I have, and the higher understanding of the elent I have upon which the Spell is based, the faster I can copy it."
Neo broke through the dinsional barrier, and he was greeted by a collapsing world.
It was engulfed in flas, corpses, and weapons.
"Trokota, The Eternal War World," Neo muttered.
If he could devour the Protector here, his copy percentage of Shadow Core would reach 100%.
But…
"The Protector here is alive, just chained because it was too strong and the Grand Expeditions were not able to kill it.
"And since it's alive, Tartarus would empower it."
Just as Neo had spoken, a crack resounded through the world, as if sothing was freed.
The flas surged, and reached for Neo.
They weren't normal flas.
They burned the clouds. The dirt. The space between atoms.
And they reached for him.
Neo's eyes narrowed as the torrent of crimson fire roared toward him. He raised his hand and used Hell's Descent.
Jet-black chains shot from the air itself, latching onto the fire, trying to seal its path.
But the flas ate them.
The chains lted—no, dissolved. Like they'd never existed.
A thunderclap echoed across the sky.
The warlord of Trokota stepped forward.
"High General Baryon Flajaw."
He was clad in molten armor. Each breath he exhaled lit the horizon ablaze. His sword, a jagged slab of burning stone, humd with titanic energy.
"You're not from this world," Flajaw growled. "You broke into Trokota. Now burn with it."
He lifted his sword. The world shuddered. Firestorm swept the sky.
Neo vanished.
In the blink of a thought, Neo reappeared above him, Death Sword drawn, powered by Death Sword Firmant.
He was trying to end the battle quickly.
Twelve sword slashes rained down from the heavens, carrying the stillness of death. They fell like judgnt.
Flajaw didn't flinch. He laughed.
"BURN."
One sweep of his blade and Neo's attacks exploded.
The fire surged upward, crashing into Neo like a rising sun.
Neo crossed his arms, a barrier forming—
It lted. The fire slipped through his Adamant Aegis. It licked his skin.
And it burned him. It burned his Eternal.
Neo's eyes widened.
"What…?" he muttered. "What kind of fla is this?"
A single clash was enough for Neo to realize that Flajaw was already strengthened by Tartarus.
Flajaw hurled a pillar of fla.
Neo crashed into the charred plains below, carving a canyon.
He rose. Bleeding, yet Calm.
"O Legion of One Thousand, O Harrows of Pain, O Blight of Sky.
"Co."
The earth ruptured. One thousand shadow beasts erged. Each with fangs, blades, and wrath.
Flajaw snarled.
"You summon filth to face ?"
He raised his sword. Flas rushed forward in a tidal wave, engulfing the army, lting them.
Neo tightened his grip around his sword, and he activated Harmony (Awakened) – the ability of Obitus – for the first ti.
Then, he used the healing ability he gained from the Protector of Zone 1.
Green energy shimred and flowed into the Shadow monsters inside the flas.
The Shadows healed from within the fire.
Their wounds sealed mid-burn. They charged again, climbing Flajaw like ants over a titan.
Shadows weren't supposed to heal, not by Holy or Life elent this easily. But Harmony (Awakened) allowed Neo to heal beings with Dark-type energies.
It made his army Immortal.
Neo appeared behind him. Sword raised.
Steel t fire. Sparks scattered. Neo and Flajaw vanished into a blur of movents.
Every clash sent shockwaves that cracked the crust of Trokota.
Flajaw's fist caught Neo's jaw. Neo's blade slid across his ribs. Fire exploded. Death imploded.
Neo soared back, and raised his hand once more.
Ethereal World-Devouring Roots
From the emptiness beneath, roots tore through the land.
Colossal, spectral, and endless.
They were the unique ability of Protector of Zone 1 that allowed her to suck everything from the otherworlds.
The roots coiled around the flas. They drank the world. They drank the fire.
For the first ti, Flajaw grimaced.
The roots latched onto him. His flas surged, but the roots fed on them.
Neo descended, shadows and red lightning dancing around him.
"Thanks for helping train with my new abilities."
He raised his sword, empowered by Death Sword Firmant and the boost of Ethereal World Devouring Roots.
"You can rest now."
The Grim Reaper's blade fell.
The sword cleaved through Flajaw's fire.
Through his armor.
Through everything.
Silence.
Then, Flajaw dropped to one knee. His flas dimd. The ground beneath them fractured, then cracked open in a spiral of dying embers.
At the last mont, clarity returned to his eyes.
He raised his head, and looked at Neo.
The reaper who had co to reap the Sinner's life.
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