Mass release In honour to the support {9/10}
Cell, now recognizing the inescapable nature of his tornt, let out a groan of agony. His voice cracked as he struggled through the pain, "How... unfortunate. We battled like gods, but in the end, you still overwheld . Even in this aspect, I was no match."
Axel's lips curled into a grim smile, his tone cold yet sohow regretful. "You were right about one thing, though. We are alike in so twisted, incomprehensible way."
Rowin shook his head, his breathing labored as he clung to his fading strength. "No, we're not. You... You're better than in every way. A better version... greater, worthy of your na.
I thought I could surpass you, but you were always out of reach. I guess—" He coughed, his voice faltering. "I got jealous."
The once-proud warrior seed small and defeated, his body limp in the rciless current of the Styx. "The torion in ... she's special. Not just in control but... we both wanted the sa thing. To transcend.
To be gods. Isn't that what everyone wants? It's a basic human desire... control. We all crave it, over sothing, anything. Peace, war, wealth—it's all control.
That's what makes us human, Axel. And for so of us... it makes us dream of godhood."
Axel's jaw tightened. His eyes narrowed as the currents of the Styx reflected in their depths. "You're wrong. Wanting sothing doesn't make you a god. It makes you human. But your greed...
that's what blinded you. You fed into it, let it consu you until you had nothing left but a hollow desire for more. You gave up on everything else."
Rowin chuckled bitterly, a pained grin stretching across his lips. "Easy for you to say. You... you were born with everything. Power. Legacy.
Bound to a god. Look at you now, all high and mighty. I wanted a taste of what you have. You think I care about the people I killed? The destruction? Please.
That so-called mother of yours—" His grin twisted into sothing cruel. "I ate one of her ears."
The mockery was short-lived.
Axel moved faster than Rowin's eyes could register, his hand wrapping tightly around Rowin's throat. The grip was iron, the pressure unbearable. Rowin gagged, choking as his airway was crushed under Axel's furious hand.
"I'll make you regret that," Axel's voice was low and dangerous, the sound of a predator just before it strikes. "I was going to leave you here, but now... you'll suffer like Protheus."
With a swift motion, Axel released Rowin, who gasped for breath, but his reprieve was short-lived. Out of nowhere, enormous chains erupted from the darkness, coiling around Rowin's limbs like vipers. He was yanked backward and bound to a massive boulder that floated ominously in the river.
Rowin's mind raced in panic as the boulder tightened its grip on him. His body was pressed against the cold, hard rock, and the chains dug into his flesh, cutting off his movent completely. "What—what is this?" he croaked, fear creeping into his voice for the first ti.
Axel's gaze was emotionless as he spoke, "Protheus stole fire from the gods and was punished. Every day, an eagle ate his liver, and every night, it grew back, keeping him trapped in endless tornt. You're not so different, Rowin. You sought to steal power, thinking you could defy what was beyond you. But instead of an eagle..."
From the depths of the river, shadows began to swirl and form, rising like wraiths from the abyss. Dozens, no, hundreds of gnarled, rotting hands reached up, their nails sharp as blades. These were the souls of the damned, trapped in an eternity of pain. Their jaws opened wide, revealing jagged, decayed teeth as they sward toward Rowin.
"No..." Rowin's voice quivered with terror as the first set of teeth sunk into his flesh. Then another. And another.
The pain was imdiate and all-consuming. Rowin scread, the sound primal and raw as the souls tore at his body. His skin shredded under their relentless assault, and just as one part was devoured, it regenerated, only for the agony to begin anew.
Axel watched, unmoved by Rowin's pleas for rcy, which soon dissolved into incoherent shrieks of tornt. "This is just the beginning," Axel said quietly. "These souls are the hatred of the gods, and now... they are yours to endure for eternity."
With one final glance, Axel turned his back on Rowin, ignoring the screams that echoed endlessly through the Styx.
"Don't take it personally," Axel muttered as he faded into the shadows, his voice barely a whisper against the roar of Rowin's agony. "This was just a friendly discussion between two friends."
***
"Hey... oaf!" Loki's voice crackled weakly through the comms, his breathing ragged and uneven. Blood pooled around him as he clutched his side, the pain searing through his body from the impaled wound in his gut.
The battle had been brutal. The Fatek had been no ordinary enemy, and despite their S-rank strength, the toll had been imnse. Loki's vision blurred, his grip on consciousness slipping as blood loss began to take its toll.
{What's wrong, idiot?}
"You're late..." Loki wheezed, his hand trembling as he pressed down harder on the wound. Trisha lood above him, her aura a terrifying blue that seed to shimr with raw power. Her expression was blank, her eyes devoid of any humanity. "I'm going to die soon."
He gulped as Trisha raised her hand, energy crackling around her fingertips. The blood-soaked ground beneath him seed to throb in ti with his heartbeat, and his chances of survival dwindled with every second.
{Don't die yet.}
"Easy... for you to say," Loki muttered, his breath hitching as he forced himself to remain conscious. "I'm a matter of seconds... I might just end up being dead."
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