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I took a brief hiatus to recharge creatively, but I'm excited to announce that I'm back and ready to dive into this incredible story with renewed energy. Starting now, I'll be returning to my weekly chapter schedule, with the occasional bonus chapter when inspiration strikes.
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The cracked white expanse trembled under the weight of Kaipo's overwhelming presence, reality itself seeming to recoil from the absorbed power of Novelius now coursing through his being. The artificial galaxy above had died completely, leaving only the stark, fractured realm and three remaining warriors.
Damasin wiped blood from his mouth, his dark aura flickering weakly around his battered form. His eyes met Novachro's, and in that glance passed a silent understanding—they were running out of time, options, and strength.
"Let's get this over with, Novachro," Damasin said, his deep voice steady despite the hopelessness of their situation. "We will lose if we don't give everything we have left."
Novachro didn't respond verbally, but his grim nod spoke volumes. His Kōken was completely shattered, his faster-than-light speed diminished by exhaustion, yet his determination remained unbroken.
Behind them, King Arion struggled to rise from where Kaipo's casual kick had sent him. His Imperial Aether Tyrant form had completely dissolved, leaving him in his base state, bloodied and barely conscious. Every muscle in his body screamed in protest, every breath felt like fire in his lungs.
"Get up," Arion's inner voice commanded. "They're fighting for you, dying for your cause, and you're lying here like a broken doll. Damasin and Novachro are carrying this battle while you wallow in your own weakness."
He tried to push himself up, but his arms gave out, sending him back to the fractured ground.
"This is what you get for believing you could challenge a god. But if you don't get up now, their sacrifices will be meaningless. Novelius is already gone. How many more will die because you were too weak to stand?"
Novachro and Damasin launched their coordinated attack with desperate precision.
"Void Storm Convergence!" Novachro called out, using his remaining reality-warping energy to create tears in space around Kaipo while Damasin phased through the dimensions using Kyomu Ho.
"Shadow Lightning Fusion!" Damasin emerged from multiple void tears simultaneously, his Kuroi Kaminari crackling as it merged with the spatial distortions, creating a web of dark energy that should have been inescapable.
They followed up with "Eclipse Spiral," where Damasin created his Shin'en no Nisshoku artificial eclipse while Novachro used the shadows to amplify his Chikara no Arashi, the power storm spinning in a deadly helix around Kaipo.
Each combination attack was executed with flawless timing, the two brothers moving as if they shared a single mind. For a moment, it seemed as though their unity might actually overwhelm even Kaipo's enhanced power.
But Kaipo moved through their assault like a force of nature walking through a gentle breeze.
"Interesting techniques," he observed calmly, casually deflecting their Void Storm Convergence with a gesture that incorporated Novelius's absorbed cosmic energy. "But I've already seen variations of these patterns."
When their Shadow Lightning Fusion reached him, Kaipo simply raised his hand, and celestial light erupted from his palm—Novelius's Tenjō no Kagayaki redirected their own dark energy back at them.
"You're using his abilities," Damasin realized with horror.
"I'm using everything," Kaipo replied. "Every technique, every power, every experience. That's what absorption means."
Kaipo found his opening as the brothers recovered from their deflected assault. His form began to glow with celestial energy, but this wasn't the same Tenjō no Kagayaki that Novelius had wielded.
"Advanced Technique: Celestial Omnidirection," Kaipo announced.
Instead of beams coming from the sky, one hundred individual circles of celestial light materialized around Kaipo's body, each one containing a concentrated beam of divine energy. The lights orbited him like deadly satellites, each beam capable of piercing through dimensions.
"This ends now," Kaipo said, and all one hundred beams locked onto Damasin.
The attack was instantaneous and overwhelming. Beams of celestial energy erupted from every angle, creating a cage of light that moved faster than thought itself.
Damasin activated Kyomu Ho immediately, phasing out of reality to avoid the first wave of beams. He appeared and disappeared rapidly, using his void-stepping ability to stay ahead of the relentless assault.
"Too many," he thought desperately. "I can't phase fast enough to avoid them all."
Twenty beams. Fifty. Seventy. Each time he materialized, more beams were waiting. His Kyomu Ho began to flicker as his energy reserves depleted.
As the ninetieth beam barely missed him, Damasin materialized one final time, gasping for breath—and found Kaipo standing directly in front of him.
"Predictable," Kaipo said simply.
His fist, enhanced with both his own power and Novelius's absorbed essence, drove into Damasin's chest with unimaginable force. The impact sent Damasin hurtling toward the white expanse with such speed that friction itself became a weapon.
Damasin's body struck the "unbreakable" ground so hard that it disintegrated on impact, every molecule torn apart by the sheer force of collision. There was no blood, no scream—just a brilliant flash of dark lightning that faded into nothingness.
Damasin Solara was gone.
Novachro stood alone, staring at the spot where his brother had been destroyed. The weight of loss crashed over him, but with it came a cold, deadly focus.
Behind him, Arion finally managed to force himself to his feet. The sight of Damasin's destruction had sent adrenaline coursing through his system, temporarily overriding his body's protests.
Kaipo's back was turned as he observed the aftermath of his attack, seemingly satisfied with the elimination of another opponent. This was the opening Arion had been waiting for.
"One chance," Arion thought, gathering every remaining scrap of power he possessed. "Everything I have left."
He appeared behind Kaipo in a burst of desperate speed, his Worldbreaker's Hand glowing with the last of his strength. The attack that had once killed Captain Erisa, enhanced by everything he had learned and endured.
"For Solara! For the universes!" Arion roared, driving his fist forward with planet-shattering force.
His punch connected.
Or so he thought.
The impact felt wrong—too soft, too insubstantial. As his vision cleared from the exertion, Arion realized with growing horror that he had struck nothing but air. His damaged consciousness and impaired senses had created an afterimage, a phantom target born from exhaustion and desperation.
A soft voice spoke from directly behind him: "Hey."
Arion's world went black.
The sound of birds chirping filled the air as a gentle breeze rustled through green grass. Sunlight filtered through leaves, creating dancing patterns of light and shadow on the ground. Planet Seraphis and its Moon glowing in the distance.
King Arion slowly opened his eyes, blinking in confusion at the peaceful scene around him. He lay in a meadow that seemed to stretch endlessly in all directions, the grass soft beneath his back. Most remarkably, he felt no pain—no injuries, no exhaustion, no lingering effects from his battle with Kaipo.
"Where am I?" he wondered, sitting up slowly. "I was just fighting Kaipo. The white expanse, the brothers, Novelius being absorbed..."
Beside him lay a single piece of paper, blank and pristine. When he reached for it, curious, the paper crumbled to dust at his touch, the particles carried away by the gentle wind.
"What is this place?" Arion muttered aloud, his confusion deepening.
In the distance, movement caught his eye. A group of figures was approaching rapidly, their forms becoming clearer as they drew near. First Generation Sentients, their synchronized movements unmistakable even at a distance.
"We finally found you!" one of them called out, relief evident in their voice as they rushed toward him.
Arion stared at the approaching Sentients, his mind racing with questions that had no answers. How had he gotten here? What had happened to Novachro? Was this real, or some kind of illusion?
The peaceful meadow suddenly felt far more ominous than any battlefield he had ever known.
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