Seong swiftly moved as the elongated form of the light sword ca crashing down toward him.
Shadow Glide propelled him forward, pushing against his back as he swiftly evaded the attack. The light sword struck the ground where he had just stood, radiating blinding light upon impact.
The spherical light spread outward in waves from the point of impact, sweeping across the area in a surging expansion.
KWA-AAAAA!!!
Its power was anything but ordinary. However, what was more concerning was the way the expanding light sphere condensed into a single streak, shooting toward Seong like a flash of lightning.
Seeing this, Seong clicked his tongue as he swiftly maneuvered his feet.
It wasn’t just raw power.
The opponent understood not only how to use skills but also how to integrate them into effective combat sequences.
As Seong narrowly dodged the incoming streak of light, his opponent imdiately hurled another sword, splitting the flash into two streaks.
‘Tch.’
Increasing his speed with Shadow Glide, Seong’s figure seed to multiply, leaving behind nurous afterimages.
The twin flashes weaved through the swarm of illusions, piercing through the foreheads of the phantoms with pinpoint accuracy.
The intervals between the afterimages shortened.
And when the streaks of light finally reached the last illusion—
Seong activated Darkness Within, executing two skills simultaneously.
With his left hand, he twisted a turquoise light into the form of a spear and hurled it. With his right, he traced a crimson arc through the air, unleashing a scarlet crescent of blood.
KWA-DRR-RRR!!!
SHEK-SHEK-SHEK!!!
The turquoise spear clashed with the light, each trying to pierce through the other. The crimson crescent, its blade infused with murderous intent, slashed at the streaks of light.
However, Seong did not place his full faith in these attacks. Instead, he swiftly retreated, and just as he had anticipated, neither the spear nor the crescent could fully sever or penetrate the light. Instead, the flashes tore through them and continued their path, piercing through the spot where Seong had been monts ago.
Fwip! Fwip!
The chilling sound of sothing being impaled.
Seong frowned, watching as the streaks of light that had pierced the ground suddenly reversed course, retreating back to their origin—the Fragnt of the Fallen As.
The Fragnt of the Fallen As, a snake-like beastman resembling a lizardman, stood at the center of the battlefield. The returning streaks of light coalesced into two floating swords that hovered around it.
Judging by the twin swords, it seed like a close-combat fighter—
But it wasn’t.
‘Hah...’
At first, Seong had assud it was a healer due to its extraordinary regenerative abilities.
But its combat prowess was not to be underestimated.
His original plan had been to capture it, bind its soul to its flesh, and carry it around like a small serpent bracelet to provide healing—
Yet now, it seed more likely that he would be defeated before even getting the chance.
Though such thoughts crossed his mind, Seong’s expression remained as calm and serious as ever.
‘This won’t be easy.’
If he had his subordinates with him, the situation might have been different.
But there was no point in dwelling on what wasn’t available.
As this thought passed, the Fragnt of the Fallen As began to move.
It floated into the air, grasping a strand of light from its back with both hands and forcefully tearing it free.
The severed wings of light transford into twin swords in its hands.
A sudden realization flashed through Seong’s mind.
The Fragnt of the Fallen As released the swords from its grip—
Now there were four.
All four swords turned into beams of light and shot toward Seong.
SHU-UUUUU!!!
SHU-UUUUU!!!
SHU-UUUUU!!!
SHU-UUUUU!!!
Four streaks of light, each trailing a cot-like tail, drew brilliant arcs across the air as they closed in.
Though their luminous trails painted the sky like shooting stars, their speed was faster than teors.
More than that, they attacked from four different angles, surrounding Seong ★ ★ in the shape of a crane’s spread wings.
Shadow in Darkness was still unavailable.
Even if he could use it, it wouldn’t be fast enough to escape their trajectory.
His only option—was to counter.
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As the light swords bore down on him, Seong swiftly extended his left hand, grasping sothing in midair.
A grimoire materialized.
The Forbidden To of Ruin—an artifact inscribed with forbidden spells—manifested, its radiant glow spreading outward before condensing into a single form.
Geotric patterns and intricate symbols flourished across the void, rging into a singular construct.
A magic circle spread open before Seong’s eyes.
From within the grimoire brimming with destruction, a force once capable of annihilating humanity surged forth—Noah’s Great Flood descended upon the present world.
Water surged outward from the magic circle, transforming the very air into torrents of liquid, flooding the battlefield in an instant. Towering waves crashed, engulfing the four light swords.
KWA-AAAAAA!!!
No matter how swift and sharp the blades of light were, they could not cleave through the Great Flood. All four were subrged.
The Fragnt of the Fallen As flinched slightly.
re monts ago, it had been standing in midair—
Now, turbulent waters lapped at its feet.
Startled, it attempted to ascend higher.
But from the depths of the flood beneath it—
A shadow erged.
The Fragnt of the Fallen As reacted imdiately, drawing yet another light sword from its wings and launching it downward.
But the shadow was not Seong.
It was a construct ford by the Lord of Darkness—
A decoy.
Realizing this, the Fragnt of the Fallen As quickly scanned its surroundings.
Its gaze locked onto Seong—
Who was already casting a skill.
It was a trap.
The mont it understood, it reached for its wings again, attempting to summon more light swords—
But Seong’s skill activated first.
Darkness seeped in, curling like mist.
A suffocating silence settled over the battlefield.
Except—
Behind the Fragnt of the Fallen As—
Sothing was there.
A presence. A gaze.
It hesitated, turning its head ever so slowly—
And saw it.
A towering witch with a twisted grin, holding turquoise needles and threads.
Keek—keek—keek—
In that instant, glowing threads stitched its mouth shut.
The twin light swords it had held—gone.
The Fragnt of the Fallen As grasped at the threads, using its purification power to rip them apart—
KRIIIIIIP!!!
Its flesh tore along with the threads, pain searing through its body.
But it didn’t matter.
It could regenerate.
However, in the fleeting mont it spent breaking the Lord’s Seal—
Seong used Abyssal Grasp.
A force no purification could undo.
Tendrils from the Abyss coiled around the Fragnt of the Fallen As, locking it in place.
Its eyes widened in horror.
And then—
Seong appeared before it, wielding Hero Hindel’s sword.
The torrent of slashes erupted.
Dozens of strikes stacked upon one another, layering their effects.
Countless hands of death manifested, darkening the blade—
And the wail of the black sword echoed.
The reaper erged alongside the cry of the black blade—
And severed the Fragnt of the Fallen As’s neck with its scythe.
KIIIEEEE—!!!
Srrrng—!!!
The reaper’s scythe clearly severed the neck of the Fragnt of the Fallen As, and the black sword’s wailing spread wounds throughout its surroundings.
Yet, the Fragnt of the Fallen As remained unhard.
And the mont Abyssal Grasp faded, the light swords—now six in number—rushed toward Seong. Without hesitation, Seong activated the Eyes of the Abyss.
Flash!
The abyssal gaze suddenly appeared in midair.
For a brief instant, terror seized the Fragnt of the Fallen As as it saw sothing materialize before it.
It was none other than its own companion—its destined mate—Apophis, the black serpent god that would consu the world in ruin.
It saw itself being devoured once more.
Before its purification could dispel the nightmarish illusion—
Seong summoned the Wraith of Fear through Darkness Within.
Even if the wraith was at a disadvantage in terms of attributes, it would hold out long enough.
The Fragnt of the Fallen As’s worst fear—Apophis—beca a solid reality, lunging forward.
A small white snake, which had been resting quietly atop the Fragnt’s head, suddenly recoiled in terror, trembling violently.
—Saaak!?
Even that creature feared the arrival of Apophis.
Unfortunate, but inevitable.
The Wraith of Fear, taking the form of Apophis, surged toward its target, and the Fragnt of the Fallen As, driven by blind panic, directed all of its light swords—not at Seong, but at the wraith.
With a steadfast tank absorbing the attacks—
Seong was finally given a mont to breathe. Watching countless attacks rain down on the wraith, he shook his head in disbelief.
‘Unreal.’
How was it even holding up?
Though the thought crossed his mind, Seong had a plan in motion.
As the Fragnt of the Fallen As remained trapped in its fear, desperately struggling against its trauma—
Seong activated another skill.
Lord of Abyssal Fear.
A skill that drained health and mana from enemies overwheld by fear, while simultaneously amplifying all of his stats.
This would be enough.
Using the restored mana and enhanced abilities, Seong retrieved the To of Ruin.
No—this was different.
If the previous To of Ruin had been the true one—
Then this was its diminished, tattered counterpart.
A record of destruction from which he could draw the power of previously inscribed spells.
Seong reached into the to and drew forth ruin itself.
In his grasp—
A brilliant, deathly white thunderbolt.
The lightning crackled ominously as he hurled it toward the Fragnt of the Fallen As, which was still desperately struggling against the Wraith of Fear.
The bolt streaked forward—
A blinding force that bleached the world in white.
As the Fragnt of the Fallen As watched the lightning descend, an unsettling realization struck it.
It was depleted.
Its power had been drained.
How?
When?
As the thought ford, it finally saw—
The Abyss beneath it, writhing with a grotesque grin.
A gluttonous abyss, smirking as if to say, That was delicious.
The Fragnt of the Fallen As was consud by light—
Its entire form swallowed in the luminous tide.
Kwarururung—!!!
A delayed thunderclap shook the air.
And in its place—
The once-pristine white body of the Fragnt of the Fallen As was reduced to ash, crumbling apart.
Yet even then, it struggled to regenerate, its form attempting to reform.
[『Corrupt Heart』 has been destroyed.]
[『Fallen Serpent of Salvation, Fragnt of As』’s healing ability has been significantly weakened.]
The ssage flashed before Seong’s eyes.
And following that—
The regeneration stalled.
The once-pristine snake-like beastman could no longer maintain its form.
It regressed—
Shrinking back into its original, pure white serpent form.
The creature, which once displayed its gleaming white flesh with pride, could no longer resist the force weighing it down.
With a heavy thud—
Kuuuuung—!
Its massive body collapsed.
And as it fell—
Sothing descended from the sky.
A radiant object, out of place in this battlefield.
A crown, forged of black crystal, glowing with a light unfitting of this forsaken place.
Slowly—
It drifted toward Seong.
And the mont he caught it—
His eyes widened.
‘Huh???’
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