— "Hey... do you remember the day I got here?..."
Her voice came again... filling my mind with that sensation of feeling nothing... but, at the same time... feeling everything...
— "You know... I was scared, you know? I don't think it showed, in a way... but... you know... even if I carried myself so you couldn't see what was behind... I... I was really, truly scared..."
Her again... and as always... I... I don't know... I was longing for a different answer now. I feel like I've seen her... for real...outside of a dream... So, whenever I dream of her... I crave an answer to that...
— "And when... I saw you for the first time... I noticed that... argh... even though you've lived here for so long... for your whole life... you... you are also always full of anguish and fear, aren't you?"
I feel nothing physically when I dream... my touch, smell, taste... all my senses, actually... even my vision... are almost... ruined... But those beautiful white hair of hers... hah... beautiful? I think it's the first time I've called something beautiful... as far as I can remember...
— "And that... made my fear fade a little... I'm glad your appearance only scared me at the beginning, you know? You know you're different from us... Your body suffers... doesn't it? And this weight... The weight you carry... answer me one question... Is the weight we carry equivalent?"
— Hey...
Weight? Hm... what weight?... What are you talking about this time?...
— "Please... don't take too long to answer me..."
— Hey!
What?... Am I questioning?... Hah... what a joke...
— "Come on... answer me already... do you think the weight of a Simiriam... of the RyzisX, is equivalent to the weight you carry?"
— HEY!!!!
You are just... a mere lie...
— "Are you just going to stay quiet? Don't make me ask Anexzander... Igyris..."
Hahah!!!... Oh, that's right... you... this girl is just a lie... that I invented for myself... Maybe to... feel more human...
— Damn it... wake up already...
Hm? Oh, that's right... there's still you guys, isn't there? After all... today is our big day... After all, today, we become true monsters.
— DAMN IT!!! WAKE UP, IGYRIS!!!!
TSHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.
— Hahn? What the hell... I fell asleep...
The blurred vision of the one who had just awakened met the sky. The bright light in yellow and pale tones of the sun burned his retinas and pupils, already nearly fused to the darkness of his eyelids.
— Argh, what a pain... glulp!
As he swallowed hard, his head buzzed, feeling the saliva go down his throat as if tearing it from the inside. He shook his clothes.
Tap! Tap!
Shielding his eyes from the hot sunlight, he raised a palm to cover them.
Tap! Tap! Tap!
— Argh... damn it... we're counting on you! So you better take this shit seriously!
That other voice was approaching, casting a shadow over his body. The Igyris who had just awakened was heading toward the hellish reality that waited for him to scream.
— Oh, sure... sorry... I won't sleep again... especially since today is a very important day for you, isn't it? Mana...
A maximum lapse of hatred, burning at its peak. Even with a relationship under construction, unstable people, akin to nuclear bombs, tend to explode easily, even with those they share a bond with. And this was no exception for the "nuclear bomb" totally drowned in her selfish hatred and hellish desire for revenge: Mana Reixys.
— What did you say?...
Hellish noises polluted Mana's head like a whirlwind of negativity, exploding and imploding at the same time, such that her eyes glowed... no, burned, like something beyond just Dark Determination.
— Ahn? What is it, Mana? We're already here, right? After all, it's your big day...
CRACK!!!!
A shrill, blunt snap, like dull steel tearing flesh and crushing bone by its massive weight alone. Igyris's rib bones stretched inward and snapped back with extreme brutality. Pain shrieked from his body.
Tump! Tump!
His body rolled as he writhed in agony, breathless.
— ARGHH!!!!!... Argh... damn it... DAMN IT!!! WHY THE FUCK DID YOU DO THAT!!!
His furious eyes quickly locked onto Mana, the culprit of his current agonizing state.
TROSSHHHH!!!!!
But something bothered him in a way never seen before.
TROSSSHHHHH!!!!!!!
That hellish noise in his head, an indescribable agony that, for the first time, he felt in his empty heart. His eyes widened because, beyond Mana's feet—which burned, exuding smoke from the impact with Igyris's ribs—something beyond the figure of violence penetrated him deeply. In Mana Reixys's eyes, Igyris saw not the emptiness like in his own, nor determination or ambition. Igyris saw hell itself.
Crack! Crack!
And, in snaps, he felt for the first time a hellish tone that not even his curse provided.
For there, in front of him, was the greatest abyss a true human being capable of feeling could experience—a state that Igyris could not even imagine. Those snaps were the embers of hell burning. What scared him in Mana's gaze was seeing that the true demon there was her. At that moment, before them, stood her greatest and only goal.
— Argh... oh, yes, Mana... I'm sorry... hahahah... I forgot: we're at your house, aren't we? Hah... feeling a little something?
Finally, before them: the supreme territory of House Reixys.
— Argh... you... you... What did you say, damn it?... YOU MISERABLE DEMON!!!
The place burned in flames, not of fire, but of eternal suffering for Mana Reixys's soul. She was in the deepest abyss, which would not be long in looking back, for it had already consumed her completely. The only mission there was to cause as much destruction as possible. But... the cursed one had awakened her fury with his mere... emptiness.
— I WANT TO SEE YOU REPEAT THAT, YOU SON OF A BITCH!!!!! I'M GOING TO KI—
TAP!!!
A slap... light, no... not so light. A palm clad in leather gloves struck Mana's jacket. She felt a chill in her stomach, quickly interrupted by a calm, melodic voice.
— My, my, my... What is this?... You were getting along so well before... Argh... What happened, Mana?
A cold shiver ran down her entire spine. She identified the voice and swallowed hard.
— Glulp...
Consumed by an immense sense of insufficiency and inferiority, she began to sweat.
— Argh... argh... damn it... Naxel... so you're finished already?... Argh... fuck, I know... I know... It's just...
Crack!!!
Naxel's palm closed into a fist, crushing her back... not in a painful way, but as if transmitting a great disappointment.
— What? Huh? Are you going to tell me you got carried away, damn it?...
Crack!!!
— Argh... how pathetic... putting everything at stake... right, Mana?...
Crack!!!
— After all... this is the most important point for you, isn't it? Of our whole project... I decided to focus our entire priority on you...
Crack!!!!!
— And how do you repay it? Making noise... attacking a member of our team... and our possible greatest weapon behind the EdelGear... all of this in the middle of enemy territory...
CRACK!!!!!
— DAMN IT!!! Where is your focus? Besides
—and more than anything—you should be a weapon now... against him! The rats that crushed and stepped on you... we are in their house now... your house... It was very easy to get this close, don't you think? On top of not being suspicious... the bomb explodes in the wrong place... how pathetic...
ridiculous... fuck... are you stupid by any chance?
The fists crushed between his fingers. Every particle, cell, DNA, blood, hair, nails, and her soul screamed. She turned slowly. From the height of that point where they stood, facing the sun and beneath that large platform they had planted there—the stage of her hell. Vast gardens of Purple Lovers, fountains, walls, and, in the center, the great mansion where she had lived much of her childhood. The source of each of her traumas and memories. The house she was born in: the infinite mansion. The home of every Reixys who ever stepped into this world.
— The Garden of the Purple Petal.
Amidst her personal hell, that word escaped Mana's lips.
— That is the name given to the entire vast territory of House Reixys... and today I am going to kill... every single damn insect trapped in this hell.
A wide grin took over Naxel's face completely. The words danced in his ears. Finally, the beautiful push his dear Mana needed. Like setting fire to a piece of paper: it doesn't choose when to stop burning unless it turns completely to ash.
— Argh... what a fucking weird group of people... — Igyris muttered, pressing his abdomen which still emitted a sharp and persistent pain.
Creck...
He stood up clumsily.
— Hah... hahah... hohoh... HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! OH, YES!!! Yes... hahah, that's what I was talking about, dear Mana!!! Let's start the show!!!
The one who guides the chaos and all the comedy of the circus took shape. The one who would guide them to the destruction that would turn them upside down.
— Hahah! Okay, okay, I'm genuinely happy... hah... yes... I am... like I haven't been in a long time... Igyris and Mana!!! I've finished the entire scan of the area!!! Hahahahah! And look at this: besides us, THERE ARE ONLY FOUR PEOPLE IN THE ENTIRE GARDEN OF THE PURPLE PETAL!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!
— HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!!
EXACTLY!!! THEY CAUGHT US GOOD!!!!!!!!!
A horrible feeling. As if they had absolute certainty of a sure death.
— Hmph? Naxel, what are you talking about? — Mana questioned the euphoric Naxel, but received no answer.
— Holy shit... has he lost his mind for good?... But I must admit, it's not every day this kind of wave hits; he's right to enjoy it.
Igyris soon relaxed his body completely. Every one of his joints popped lazily. It was as if that outburst—which under no circumstances would have reached that state before—was... natural.
The influence... of evil.
Fishh..... VASH!!!!!
!!!!!!!!
VAAAAASSSSSSSHHHHH!!!!!!!!!
— What the fuck????
The sensation of death took physical form and emerged on the horizon.
— Ahn???!!!!!
Like the sunrise.
— HAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!! FINALLY WE BEGIN!!!!!!
Like a breath. A sharp, silver wave cut through the atmosphere, the wind, the air; space was literally divided. And like a flash of a brilliant blade cutting reality itself, crossing those kilometers as if they were nothing at a speed relative to light, the first attack came like a noble thunder.
BOOOOOOOOOM!!!!!!!!
One Sônic Impact.
Immense destruction spread with the purest murderous intent. Swiftly, everything was cut. Swiftly, everything was destroyed.
No...
Was it just a simple silver flash?
No...
What could it have been?
It had... completely undone itself.
— Argh... what the fuck was... argh...
Igyris, anxious after witnessing that flash in silver, looked around and saw the unthinkable: strangely, everything remained intact.
— Argh... argh... FUCK!!! WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT, NAXEL???!?!?!
Every inch, every meter... It was as if that monstrous and deadly vision was just an illusion, a prelude to the fatal chaos that was to come. Mana was breathing deeply; the terror of a quick death with no chance to fight back haunted her horribly. An inhuman act.
— Hah... hahah... HAHAHAHAHAH!!!!! I HAVE NO CLUE WHAT HAPPENED, MANA!!!
Naxel was also taken by that complete despair. Everyone was flooded by the sudden sensation of death. So, why? Something so horrible that not even the mind of the one commanding the show predicted. But slowly, slowly, his mind cleared.
— Argh... damn it... you said... four people... and now... this shit... what the fuck was that?
Mana's fists, trembling and sweaty, went toward the EdelGear, which was located behind Igyris.
TUMP!
Mana's body collided with Igyris's in a completely blunt and violent way, throwing him heavily against the ground. He didn't even have the slightest reaction.
— FUCK, MOVE, DAMN IT!!!! DID YOU TWO FREEZE OR SOMETHING??? ANSWER ME!!!!
Each of the three there had interpreted that situation in a completely different way. Mana had her sense of reaction ripped from her—
the feeling that she could attack back, a certain hope, perhaps. Despair hit her full-on before the house that gave her the same repeated nightmares. Naxel's voice repeated in her mind: "four people, right?". She questioned herself. It didn't matter who they were, but if they were those people, or at least one of those she feared so much, she needed—just needed—to fire at them as quickly as possible. Irrationality took her through emotion. The atomic bomb that her being represented had never been closer to exploding.
— Argh... argh... again... hahah... yes, yes, I remember. Hahahah. This has happened before, hahahah, I've seen this before...
feeling hahahah, I'm feeling it. Just like that day. We are all going to die!
As for Igyris, he was overtaken by a complete and devastating disassimilation of reality. His mind and body separated completely due to something that totally questioned his emptiness. The feeling and sensation of being a complete insect about to be brutally crushed; something illogical and, at the same time, totally logical. He was questioned and could not answer; a question about the nature he himself had given himself. Pure terror and fear. The same sensation that completely ran him over when he saw himself immobile while watching his squad be massacred by Khaelis Kaiwen; the same sensation as when he first awakened the cursed evil that consumed his body and soul; the same sensation of being before a predator like Mazikin Yegrande. Even having faced death more times after these episodes, that was, by far, the most terrifying of all. The silver cut came, he was sure of it. He had the full notion that Khaelis Kaiwen had cut him again.
— Hahah... yes... now I'm sure... Igyris and Mana... I... I... I am fully certain of what just happened... without a doubt, if we survive this... it will be one of the most special episodes for the project!
Naxel, however, was taken by complete fascination. Not terror, not anxiety. Far from pure despair, he questioned, but his heart said that it was exciting, perfect. His soul screamed for more. He needed to feel that again. That certain sensation of death and uncertainty. It was clear. Yes, he had deciphered it, and his instincts screamed for something worse. He needed to decipher more.
— Hahah... I understand!... reality...
The pain. Is burning.
— Mana... Igyris... reality didn't even notice it was cut!
FLASHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!
— But what?!?!?!?!
The sensation of death returned completely. Mana's body crushed the ground with everything. An overwhelming pressure swallowed her alongside the EdelGear.
— Argh... argh... hahah!!!! It really was him, wasn't it??? Hahahah!!!... Is this blood?... It was really you, Khaelis Kaiwen.
Igyris's chest opened, along with the blood that ran down his entire torso.
BLATH!
And with a wet shock of impact, his viscera fell to the ground.
— HHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!! LET'S GO!!!! IGYRIS AND MANA!!! LET'S SURVIVE THIS AND DESTROY THE WORLD!!!!!
BLASHHHHH!!!!!!!
All three exploded in vivid blood.
CRACK!!!!
Naxel's bloody and nearly disfigured body crushed the ground.
— Argh... argh... THIS IS INCREDIBLE!!!!
On the brink of death, his shriek spread across the entire territory. Blood exploded in all corners, spreading in puddles of pure despair.
— Argh... no, no, not again... I thought... I thought... it would be different...
THUM!!! THUM!!! THUM!!! THUM!!! THUM!!!
Mana's heart was about to explode. She noticed too late; horror swallowed her completely. The pure sensation of death was explained. The mouth of the demon swallowed her whole. There was nothing to be done. The brutal death that fate had in store for her had arrived.
— DAMN IT!!!! IT HAD TO BE DIFFERENT!!!! YOU BASTARDS, DAMN IT!!!!!
Her scream denounced her complete defeat. Unable to move, her heart sank deeper and deeper. They never even had a chance; the probability of victory never existed. Her blood spread more and more. All her tendons and muscles used for movement were cut one by one, with surgical precision, with a single cut for each. This from kilometers away. Her consciousness slowly faded; in heaps, the blood abandoned her body.
— Argh... I... I hate you...
Her consciousness, already completely lost and delirant, fully accepted her tragic death.
— Hahah... what... what a show... isn't it?... Brother...
A completely mutilated Naxel lay agonizing on the ground. Brutal and clean cuts all over his body, accompanied by deep micro-cuts. Drenched in blood, in the deepest pit of his diseased mentality and still with a smile on his face, he seemed not to understand that this was the end of his show.
Tinc... tinc... tinc...
Small but continuous drops of blood fell and spread on the ground—a melancholy symphony.
— You... really like doing that... don't you? Khaelis Kaiwen...
Igyris was the only one of the three who still remained standing. Immobile, he observed his viscera scattered on the ground; the suffocating despair no longer reached him. His attention was fixed on only one thing.
Tinc... tinc... tinc...
The continuous drops of blood falling from his neck, which had been almost completely disconnected from his head with just one cold and clean cut. The drops fell, and Igyris's empty gaze followed them while, by instinct—and without him even realizing it—his hands prevented his head from also touching the ground.
It was over.
The winning side had always been predefined. They just needed... to actually attack.
The wind soon began to blow... in a clean way, the whistle... it was clear: the wind was being cut again. But now, without a clear murderous intent. It was as if a body moved coldly across that giant distance: from inside the mansion to the top of that distant platform.
Vusshhhhhh.....
Closer and closer, cutting and cutting. Approaching, a dark figure with a mysterious intent, beyond the will to kill and destroy its enemies.
— Argh... argh... no-argh... you miserable demon...
Feeling that malicious wind blowing in her direction, Mana's nearly unconscious mind awakened with a horrible sensation in her stomach.
Vussshhhhh!!!!!!!!
For that wind, so calm and continuous, denounced something. Her greatest wolf approached.
— Argh... you... argh... cough cough... you really had to be here, didn't you? You bastard...
And there, struggling not to lose her last drop of consciousness in the height of her deplorable state, with tendons and muscles divided by a single cut, she dragged herself in her own pool of blood toward the EdelGear, which now shone so brightly, yet seemed so dim.
VUSSSHHHHHHH!!!!!
When she felt her hair sway with the now brutal wind, which came stronger than ever. When that strong gust hit her body crawling in search of hope on the ground; the almost decapitated Igyris who kept his body rigid through spasms and pure mental delusion; and the already completely incapacitated Naxel. Mana, in her last breath of life and effort before her mind was lost—like an animal that exerts itself one last time before being completely devoured—stretched her palm to the gleaming EdelGear.
CRACK!!!!!
Only to have her last spark of hope extinguished. Completely crushed, just like the palm of her hand.
Crack... crack...
The sound of all the bones of a right hand breaking at once sounded satisfying in the peak of violence.
— Hm... so you're not going to scream at that, Mana?...
Not as satisfying as reuniting with an old relative.
Vush...
The wind had stopped blowing. For finally, her house twin was there in front of her. The pinnacle.
Tap!!! CRACK!!!!
That strong breeze finally brought him close, as hadn't happened in a long time.
— You... You are... here...
And with the sole of his boot, he came, crushing everything with it. Just as he did with all the bones of her right hand: palm and fingers turned to dust.
— But of course, Mana... I wouldn't miss the chance to see you after so much time... my dear cousin.
Excruciating pain swallowed her completely.
Crack... Crack...
He continued. The crushing pressure transformed her right hand into a mass of flesh and blood.
Crack... Crack...
He continued to force his foot; the unbearable pain grew. An unrecognizable hand. Blood spread beneath the sole of his boot.
— But as always, Mana... you are not screaming... I needed to see this with my own eyes. Even lost in this intimate and meaningless crusade you got into, you remain beautiful and magical, Mana. An angel!
Crack... Crack... CRACK!!!!
Turning his foot to the right, to the left, but without taking it off her hand. Mana's face was glued to the ground, being stared at through her soul by those damn glass eyes, empty, as always.
— Hah... you haven't changed a bit... have you?... you bastard... still the same damn person as always... AREN'T YOU????
But, against everything that wolf believed at that moment, a scream came, breaking all the angelic beauty he saw and so admired in his beautiful cousin. All that magnificent beauty, like glass, shattered like a fragile mirror.
!!!!!!!!
In the most disgusting way possible.
— YOU FILTHY SON OF A BITCH!!!
And, once again in a horrendous way in the vision of that perfect predator, she threw her skull upward sharply, revealing a face with a hellish expression.
!!!!!!
With eyes full of tears, with the purest hatred and desire to kill, looking at that empty being in the depths of his eyes.
— ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME???? KAMELIEL REIXYS!!!! YOU FILTHY EMPTY LITTLE WORM. YOU'RE GOING TO BE THE FIRST ONE I KILL!!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Her scream of hatred was brutal. Such simple words, but loaded with such intensity and vengeance. Something so true. The tears continued to stream down her face. But...
— Oh?... Really? What a shame...
Vhom... vhoom...
That damn sensation once again took over her mind. That damn helplessness that had tormented her for so many horrible years.
— I am so disappointed...
Vhoooom..... vhooooom....
For there she saw: no matter how much hatred she carried, how much she felt, how much she desired, or how much she pursued that blood moon. That evil before her ended hers.
— Apparently, what my father said is true... what a shame... it made me sad...
VHOOOM.... VHOOOOOOM....
VHOOOOOOOM!!!!
And like in her past, her fragile heart sank into the darkest pit of fear and darkness. For, before those empty eyes, everything she felt was nothing. Just another hallucinated delusion, carried by fragile selfish and mundane feelings. Something as fragile as thin ice. A repudiated and shameful hallucination, maybe even worse than that.
— Glulp...
Facing those damn empty eyes that stared so deep into her soul, she could only swallow hard and shrink in fear.
VHOOOOOOM!!!!!
VHOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!!!! VHOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!!!!!
As long as that empty wolf—the pinnacle, the height of the Purple Flame born among the Reixys, Kameliel Reixys—was in the same environment as her, her fate was sealed.
— It really is a shame... that Mana I loved so much... admired so much... that woman so beautiful and fair who outshone my father so much, both me and Rameliel... is dead... so I... must bury her.
Mana's eyes trembled. Kameliel's voice buried itself, penetrated as deep as it could into her mind, drowning her in a sea of darkness. She trembled and couldn't stop trembling. She didn't even feel pain in her body anymore, only the absolute terror those empty eyes caused.
VHOOOOOOOM!!!!!! VHOOOOOOOOM!!!!!! VHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!
And that hellish sound that doubled her stomach; that sound that was mixing with his voice; that incessant sound that grew gradually... what could it be?
!!!!!!!
TERROR!!!!!!!!
— Argh... argh... no... no-... argh... NO!!!!...
She had realized, finally. And that terror again pierced her, preventing her from being able to complete a single sentence.
VHOOOOOMMMM!!!!!!! VHOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!!!!! VHOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!!!!!!
That sound that grew so much came from the tip of a finger raised since he had stepped there. The only raised finger on his right hand—the tip of the index finger—
signaled the certainty of a sure death. The total and refined accumulation of energetic particles compressed at the tip of the finger.
VHOOOOOOOOM!!!!!!!! VHOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!!!!! VHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!!!!!!!!!
The particles came from the air, the earth, the plants, and her own body. Condensed like various luminous points, so refined and, at the same time, so unstable—a deadly energetic spiral that every second became more destructive. But why a spiral? Perhaps the answer was simpler than it seems.
— I'm sorry, Mana...
The spiral format for something of the nature of the Purple Flame accumulated a great energetic capacity for implosion and explosion.
— I didn't want to have to do this... but I have to kill you.
So the answer was simple. By being compressed into a spiral and then released, the Purple Flame had an expansive and energetic reaction without limitations, resulting in a simple variable.
— I really love you very much, Mana... It hurts me to have to be the one to bury you... Farewell... my beloved cousin.
An immense energetic mass released after being compressed to the maximum requires a great bodily capacity accumulated of particles and a great general refinement, condensing into a massive and destructive explosion.
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The aggression of energetic particles.
TROVOKSHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!
It occurs when a large quantity of particles from the tiny energetic points of the Purple Flame found in the atmosphere compresses into just one point. Compressing so many particles into a spiral is the most refined way to condense them overwhelmingly without them exploding immediately. They squeeze together, touch each other, and assault each other in this single point, screaming to be released. This energetic accumulation, when released, results in an immense destructive and deadly force. But there is a catch: such a feat can only be performed by someone with nearly infinite refinement in manipulating the Purple Flame outside their own body and, primarily, an inhuman accumulation of these living particles in their own organism naturally. In other words: not even Khaelis Kaiwen, with his high refinement in materialization of particles, weapons, and blades, is capable of such a feat. The only one capable of this is the wolf, the perfect predator of House Reixys: Kameliel Reixys.
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The explosion imploded and compressed by the simple tip of a thin and pale finger initiated an unpredictable physical catastrophe. Or not, since it was Kameliel Reixys there.
The glow of the giant mass of destruction for kilometers illuminated from afar. The beautiful gardens of Purple Lovers were crushed by the pressure of the destruction that seemed to have no end. Thus, the glow that now seemed so intimate lit the candle of the windows of that entire mansion.
— Hum... so it's already over, apparently?...
Clinck!
The sharp sound of a blade as sharp as the hot wave of the final explosive lapse of a star being tucked into its sheath.
— How disappointing... I thought the Special Squad the High Counselor ordered—
especially led by you—would have more use... But, apparently, the Reixys took care of finishing them...
The Noble faced the void of black hair. Not so empty. Waiting for an answer, but there he was: black hair covering his face, observing from the windows of that giant mansion the great mass of destruction generated by Kameliel.
— Ah. Hahahah! Don't worry, Khaelis... We'll have a use, yes, cupcake, don't sweat it! Heheh... He still has many plans for each of us... In fact, Khaelis... if it weren't for you having cut every tendon and every muscle of theirs with such precision and from so far away, maybe Kameliel would have had more difficulty in exploding them, huh... hahah... you were great... Khaelis Kaiwen and Kameliel Reixys... he... hahah... he's going to love knowing how well you two worked together...
VUSSSSSSSSSH!!!!!!
Khaelis, observing that man so deep in this hard-to-decipher darkness, who was hypnotized with the light show in the windows, couldn't ignore that sharp sound.
VUUUSSSSSSSSSSSSSSH!!!!!!!
Of a body, of an adult man, tearing through the air at extreme speed, thrown toward that point of the explosion by it itself, with immense violence.
VUUUUUUSSSSSSSSSSSH!!!!!!!
Khaelis felt a horrible premonition running down his spine. It was as if that being—
whose body had been reduced to dust and remnants of meat a short while ago—was breathing with such intensity and will to kill.
ILLUMINATED!!!!
The evil still lived. That body burned not only with literal flames but also with pure Dark Determination.
— Argh... Anexzander... argh... I mean, Rodalight... he is...
He had figured it out: that man in front of him was no different from that monstrous being shrouded in pure darkness and invisible ambitions. Even with ideals so pure in essence, Khaelis saw, because Anexzander Rodalight, seeing that body spat in flames from that great mass of destruction—and still alive, with such will to destroy—smiled in a terrifying way. Khaelis saw that Anexzander Rodalight was wrapped not only in darkness; he was terrifying.
— Hah... do you see, Khaelis?
Anexzander turned slowly; his black hair, little by little, stopped covering his face, revealing more and more of a terrifying smile.
— You didn't think Igyris would disappoint us like that, did you?
Khaelis's heart tightened and, for a moment, his eyes widened as he stared deeply into that bizarre and cursed smile.
— After all... even not remembering us... he promised to destroy the world, didn't he?
VUUUSSSSSSSSSSSSH!!!!!!!!!!!
That meteor of flesh continued to approach, alive, ready to destroy the entire world. After being fatally cut by Khaelis, he felt more alive than ever. And when he fell, he would survive, burn cursed, and destroy everything he could.
— Well... don't just stand there, Khaelis... Hah, let's give you one more use! You will be his test... let's see, intercept him! And kill him if you can...
More than ever, Khaelis saw the evil and darkness in Anexzander's heart grow. It was like something corrupt, but in that man's soul, it seemed to be the symbol that he was incorruptible. Khaelis denied the sense of his sentences—a painful process to move forward. But, if it was necessary, he would do it.
— Sure... Rodalight... I will kill him...
For, at that moment, Khaelis also burned in desire and pure murderous intent, neglecting the senses and focusing only on his main objective.
— And, if I don't kill him... I and the cursed one will grow a lot.
Burning with his equivalent Dark Determination, Khaelis tightly gripped the hilt of the ShadowStorm. A stellar assassin ready to destroy. Thus, like a shadow exposed to the light, Khaelis disappeared.
VUUUUUUUUUUSSSSSH!!!!!!!!!!
— HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!!!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!! THAT EXPLOSION WAS FUCKING AWESOME!!!! WHO THE HELL IS THAT GUY?????.
The hellish demon who burned with the sole malignant purpose of destroying everything faced the brutal explosive shock toward the ground.
— HAHAHAHAHAH!!!! IT DOESN'T MATTER!!! THE EXPLOSION GUY IS MANA'S PROBLEM!!! I ALREADY HAVE A TARGET!!! I'VE AIMED AT YOU!!!
The Green Flames of the curse rot and corrupt the earth with decay. Death was more alive than ever.
— KHAELIS KAIWEN!!! YOU BASTARD!!!! HAHAHAHAHAH!!!! I AM LOVING FINDING YOU! LET'S GO!!! HOW ARE YOU GOING TO CUT ME THIS TIME???? GOING TO SPLIT MY BODY AGAIN??? RIP OFF MY HEAD??? COME ON!!! SHOW UP, DAMN IT!!! AND SHOW ME—!!!
Fishhh...
But as the Green Flames burn and awaken with the sensation of death, the loss of sanity and the questioning of everything one believes in occur through the unpredictable sensation of being alive.
— No, cursed one... the idea now isn't to purify you... it's to kill you forever. To give you an end from which you will never return...
Just like the damn Green Flames, in mid-air, the hot and silver glow of Khaelis Kaiwen reached him.
— Hahah... you're fast, huh?...
And such a glow, so deadly, desired there more than anything: to kill.
— Yes... it really will be very fast...
And when such a silver glow really burns with murderous intent, its full potential is released. Not in honor...
Fish....
— Die... this time, forever!
But in a great capacity for destruction. A cannon of maximum displacement speed: that is Khaelis Kaiwen.
The world opened up, cut clean and fatal by the ShadowStorm. This first attack was the strongest delivered by Khaelis in all the times he and Igyris had met. For, this time, his maximum intent was to split his soul in half.
Fisshhh....
And with this sharp sound, silver death came.
VAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
For at that moment, with that cut and that single attack, 111 kilometers of raw territory were not destroyed, but rather cut out of existence. The world and reality split in two. That is why the world took time to realize it had been cut: the power to cut reality itself and the layers above it. Such was a bit of the real power of Khaelis Kaiwen, the wielder of the ShadowStorm.
Gravity distorted overwhelmingly. The radius of destruction glowed in an blinding silver tone. The energetic particles of the Purple Flame agitated hellishly with an attack so poorly calculated that it aimed only for massive destruction.
An area of 111 kilometers was completely devastated in the shape of a clean, thin, straight cut.
VUUUUSSSSH!!!
After being hit by such massive power, Igyris's collapsing body was still falling from the heavens.
PLOOOOM!!!
Hitting dead center, like a meteor, the tip of the radius of that gigantic cut, crossing it completely.
And on the other end, at that scar on the earth that marked the destruction...
Fwap!
He landed on his feet, with his serious, frustrated face: Khaelis Kaiwen.
Tap!
— Argh... damn it... I'm out of sorts... this level of destruction... it's not how I fight... I don't usually do this...