CHAPTER 62 – CHAOS
The first death had been an accident.
The second was not.
A demigod moved.
The motion was small..barely a shift in position..but the Greed Core reacted instantly. Its emerald glow pulsed brighter, like a heartbeat sensing prey.
The demigod lunged.
For a fraction of a second, no one stopped him.
Then lightning flashed.
It did not roar or crack across the sky like a storm. It simply appeared..an emerald-white blade of light that sliced cleanly through the air.
The demigod's head separated from his body before his fingers even touched the core.
His corpse drifted for a moment, suspended by fading momentum, before gravity remembered its duty.
It fell.
The lightning demigod lowered his arm slowly, expression unchanged. The glow of greed still burned in his eyes, bright and possessive.
No one spoke.
The remaining demigods hovered in the formation, watching the headless corpse tumble toward the battlefield below.
For a brief moment, the greed faded.
Fear replaced it.
But fear could not erase desire.
The core still pulsed.
And the green light continued to seep into their eyes.
One became two.
Two became three.
Three became four.
The shift was gradual..almost imperceptible...but Crimson Six noticed it immediately.
Four demigods moved at once.
The lightning wielder turned, too late.
Four attacks struck simultaneously.
The explosion of energy tore the sky apart.
Lightning shattered.
Bone cracked.
When the light faded, the lightning demigod's body was already falling.
Four attackers hovered in his place.
None of them trusted the others.
None of them looked away from the core.
Above them, the formation trembled.
Below them..
Leylin counted quietly.
"…Three."
He sat down.
Not slowly.
Not dramatically.
He simply lowered himself onto the battlefield and crossed his legs.
Then he closed his eyes.
The action was so casual that it took several seconds for Crimson Six to process what she was seeing.
Her expression changed.
Shock spread across her face.
The battlefield around him was collapsing into chaos.
Demigods were beginning to attack each other.
Explosions shook the sky.
Bodies were already beginning to fall.
And Leylin..
sat.
Eyes closed.
Breathing calm.
As if the apocalypse above him had nothing to do with him.
Or had already been decided.
A demigod screamed.
Another exploded in a burst of shattered energy.
The sky fractured with battle.
The Greed Core pulsed brighter.
One corpse fell.
Then another.
Then three more.
The formation shook violently as divine power collided again and again.
The apocalypse had begun.
And Leylin did not move.yet continued tearing itself apart.
If this continued,the entirety of their numbers would be reduced to a crippling ash of fading dust..an echo of what their might once was
But the most beautiful and perhaps terrifying part in all of this wasn't the fact that leylin had manipulated 81 demigods without lifting a finger
It was the fact,that even in all this .even at this Very moment where Demigods began tearing into eachother like vicious beasts starved of blood.... crimson Six's expression,still had that calm, calculating smile she wore at the beginning..it never changed..not as chaos unfolded above them