"You think ti matters to ? Destruction doesn’t follow ti."
He clenched his fist, and the frozen fragnts of ti began to collapse.
Each second that she had frozen shattered, releasing violent shockwaves that tore through her world.
Alia was thrown backward, coughing blood.
Laplace stepped forward, his body glowing with black energy.
"Your tricks end here."
He raised his hand, and a beam of destruction split through the ocean.
Every wave, every reflection, every trace of light was consud in it.
Alia tried to counter with another technique—creating a spiral of endless water to absorb it—but his destruction tore through it like paper.
Her world began to fall apart.
And then, sothing crashed through the sky.
A giant shadow broke through the Blood Sea above and fell straight into the sea below.
The impact was so strong that Alia’s World cracked apart.
When the mist cleared, a massive dragon’s body lay half-subrged in the sea.
Laplace’s eyes widened.
"Aerion!"
The dragon wasn’t moving.
His scales were scorched, one wing completely torn off, and his tail burnt to ashes.
A spear of golden lightning was buried deep in his chest.
Zeus floated above them, lightning sparking around his injured form.
His robes were torn, but that was all. Compared to the ancient dragon, one could say he had sustained no injury.
Laplace’s face twisted in shock and anger.
He ignored Alia and rushed toward Aerion, pushing aside the rain of her attacks.
He even blocked Zeus’s next bolt of lightning with a wave of pure destruction.
All he could see was the dying dragon below him.
Laplace landed beside Aerion and reached out, trying to pour his power into him.
"Don’t you dare die, Aerion!"
But before his hand could touch the wound, the dragon’s claw suddenly snapped up and grabbed his wrist.
"Got you," Aerion said, grinning.
Laplace froze. His eyes widened as realization hit him.
Sothing was wrong.
Before he could pull back, a cold tallic sound clicked near his head.
He turned slightly and saw the muzzle of a gun pressed against his temple.
"Goodbye," Felix muttered, and pulled the trigger.
The bullet pierced Laplace’s head clean through.
In the sa instant, Aerion’s body dissolved into mist, and Zeus vanished with him.
In their place stood Berserker, grinning like a madman.
"I told you it would work. These dragons are too dumb and too confident in their strength for their own good."
Alia exhaled in relief, recalling what had just happened.
The person she had been listening to earlier had been Berserker’s voice, telling the plan to her.
He had been building an illusion strong enough to fool even Laplace until now.
Felix fell to the ground, sitting heavily. He looked pale and exhausted.
"Damn, why did I have to die first? This is ridiculous."
Alia gave a small smile and went to help Percival stand.
"We’ll talk about it later. Right now, we need to check on Arthur," she said.
But before they could move, a low, rasping voice echoed.
"Where are you going?"
Everyone froze.
They turned slowly.
Laplace’s body was moving. His head hung low, blood pouring from the hole, yet his presence was still there.
He was holding on to life through sheer will.
"Felix! Get back!" Alia shouted, thinking Laplace would attack in a last act of rage.
But instead of attacking, Laplace began laughing.
The sound was loud, broken, and unhinged.
"You think this... is over?"
His power started condensing into his chest, swirling like a black vortex.
Alia’s eyes widened.
"He’s going to—"
Before she could finish, Laplace exploded.
The blast was massive, shaking her entire World.
But the energy wasn’t spreading outward, it was sinking inward, tearing into the fabric of reality itself.
Alia’s expression changed.
’No... he’s not trying to destroy the world. He’s trying to destroy ti.’
She could feel it.
Laplace’s power was eating through the river of ti inside her world.
He was destroying every mont from his death backward, erasing everything that had just happened.
If he erased all the ti from his death to the mont he was attacked, then ti would rewind itself.
He would be alive again.
Alia scread and tried to stop it.
She poured every ounce of her strength into the river of ti, trying to hold it together.
But it was useless.
The destruction spread too fast.
Ti cracked, shattered, and finally broke.
Reality began to glitch.
The sea turned upside down. The air flickered. Everything twisted into a blur of light and color.
And then, silence.
When Alia opened her eyes, she was standing in the sa place as before.
The sound of thunder echoed in the distance.
A massive dragon crashed into her world again, its body falling into the sea.
Aerion.
Alia’s breath caught.
’No... this is when it happened before.’
Laplace turned to look at the body.
"Heh," he sneered. "You think I’d fall for the sa illusion twice?"
This ti, he knew it was fake.
He turned his head slightly.
"Use sothing better than petty trick—"
His words stopped.
His vision blackened instantly.
Blood dripped down from the hole in his head.
Laplace’s body wavered, then fell forward into the sea with a splash.
Far away, Felix beca visible.
"Dumbass," he muttered, his tone tired but satisfied. "My weapon is a Neo Demon. Even if you turn back ti, your death won’t change. You die by my bullet, and that’s final."
The sea was quiet. The light of destruction faded away.
Alia looked at Laplace’s sinking form and let out a shaky breath.
Percival leaned against her shoulder, barely standing. Berserker folded his arms, smirking as if the entire thing had been a fun ga.
"Guess that settles it," he said.
Alia didn’t respond right away. She looked around her broken world. It was cracked, trembling, and slowly healing.
"No," she said softly. "Not yet. We still have to face Zeus, bring back Arthur, and do sothing about the remaining Ancient Dragons."
Berserker grinned wider. "Now that sounds fun."
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