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Meanwhile,
The fake Death plotted looking at the senary, his rage simmered like molten iron.
He clenched his fists, the air around him thrumming with dark magic.
Yet, without warning, a chill surged down his spine—
"____"
Goosebumps prickling across his skin as if unseen eyes had pierced straight through him.
Then it came.
A blinding golden pillar of light split the heavens, crashing down into the cavern with the roar of thunder.
THud.
The force of its descent sent dust and debris whipping outward in violent gusts.
The cloaked Death reeled back, his hood nearly torn away by the shockwave, though the shadows still clung to his face like armor.
As the light slowly faded, silence reclaimed the area—
"____"
"____"
"____"
Heavy, suffocating silence.
And there, standing where the divine blaze had struck, was a lone figure.
A young man.
His stance was unwavering, his robes fluttering in the dying gusts.
His red eyes—
Cold, sharp, and unyielding—
Locked onto the cloaked figure with an intensity that pierced deeper than any blade.
The fake Death's breath caught in his throat.
"____"
For the first time in centuries, something beyond anger flickered in his chest.
Not fear. Not yet.
But the recognition that this was no ordinary intruder.
The air between them thickened,
Every second dragging like an eternity.
Neither spoke at first—
Whoosh~
Only the sound of the wind rustling through the open field,
Heavy with a tension that pressed down on everything alive.
At last, the hooded figure's rasping, hollow voice slithered out, laced with venom.
"So… it is you. You are the one responsible for this upheaval. The reason the world drowns in magic once more. My centuries of toil, my chains on this realm's essence—drained away in an instant. Are you the thorn that dares defy me?"
Leo chuckled—
Chuckle~
"____"
Low, sharp, mocking.
He tilted his head, his eyes gleaming with dangerous amusement.
"And what if I am?"
His tone was cool, cutting.
"What if it's true that every thread you tried to strangle has slipped back into the world's veins? What if your empire of rot was doomed the moment I arrived?"
The fake Death stilled, silence falling heavy.
"____"
Then, with a guttural growl, his corrupted aura burst outward.
GROWL~
Shadows flared like a storm, swallowing the light, devouring the magic-rich air with ravenous hunger.
The grass beneath them withered to ash in moments, flowers crumbled to dust, and the once-lush field turned into a wasteland under his will.
The very vitality of the land screamed as it was stripped away, vanishing into the void of his presence.
Leo did not move.
"____"
He simply watched, his faint smirk never faltering,
Smirk~
As if daring the entity to try and smother him too.
The corrupted air pressed harder,
The fake Death's aura sharpening like invisible blades,
All of it directed at Leo.
Crack~
The earth cracked under the strain, stones splintering,
The sky itself dimming as if forced to kneel.
Yet Leo stood unshaken,
His coat unmoving in the suffocating gale,
His cold eyes locked onto the hooded figure.
A faint sneer tugged at Leo's lips.
Sneer~
"Pathetic. You think shadows and whispers can frighten me? You're not Death… you're nothing more than a counterfeit—an imposter draped in borrowed rags."
The words struck harder than any spell.
For the first time, the hooded figure faltered.
"____"
His skeletal fingers curled around the handle of his sickle, trembling with rage.
Then the air split with his howl—raw, hoarse, and venomous.
"FAKE? YOU DARE? I AM DEATH ITSELF! AND I WILL KILL YOU!"
His scream shattered the silence, sending shockwaves rippling across the field, tearing chunks of earth from the ground as if the world itself recoiled from his fury.
Leo didn't even blink.
The fake Death raised his rotted hand, and in a burst of black mist a wand materialized—
Twisted, jagged, its surface alive with crawling veins of shadow.
The air around it stank of decay,
As though the wand itself had been carved from suffering.
With a guttural snarl, he slashed it forward.
From the tip erupted a torrent of malignant emerald light—
Not a single curse, but a swarm.
Skulls of green fire, their hollow eyes burning and their jaws clattering with grotesque laughter, tore through the air.
Each skull shrieked like a damned soul as it spiraled together into a barrage, streaking toward Leo like missiles.
The grass beneath their path blackened instantly, wilting into ash,
While the air cracked with the stench of death.
The sky lit up sickly green,
A storm of cursed projectiles homing on Leo with unstoppable speed.
"____"
And still, he did not flinch.
At last, Leo's hand moved.
Calm, precise.
His wand carved a swift arc through the air,
And the ground responded like a living thing.
CRRRAACK—!
Stone erupted upward in jagged towers, slabs of earth transfigured into solid fortifications.
Walls rose one after another, forming a shifting labyrinth around him.
Each surface gleamed faintly with reinforcement charms,
A silent testament to his mastery.
The emerald skulls screeched,
Screeech!!!
Swerving mid-flight in an attempt to snake past the barriers—
But the walls grew unpredictably, slamming into their paths.
BOOOM!
BOOOOM! BOOOOOOM!
Explosions ripped across the field.
Each impact sent shock waves through the earth,
Shattering stone and showering dust and rubble into the air.
Green fire rolled across the plain like a plague,
Devouring grass and scorching trees at the edges of the battlefield.
Yet in the heart of the chaos,
Leo stood firm, wand steady.
Every time a skull tried to break through,
Another wall surged up to meet it, detonating in a violent cascade.
The fake Death's laughter turned into a snarl.
KUkukU...
His curse—
Meant to obliterate, to crush—
Was being countered not with raw power, but with skill.
The fake Death lowered his wand just slightly,
A crooked sneer twisting beneath the shadow of his hood.
Sneer~
"Impressive,"
He rasped, his voice echoing like bone scraping against stone.
"But tell me, boy—how many times can you do that? How many walls before your magic runs dry? You're skilled, yes… but you are not my opponent."
His aura pulsed outward in waves,
A tide of corrupted magic gnawing at the very air.
Grass withered, trees cracked and fell,
The earth itself darkened beneath his presence.
Leo's eyes narrowed,
Frown~
"____"
But his expression remained maddeningly calm.
His grip on his wand didn't tighten, his stance didn't falter.
He hadn't even broken a sweat.
Behind that composed exterior, his thoughts were razor-sharp.
'He thinks I'm straining. He has no idea...'
The truth was simple—
Leo had yet to unleash even half his strength.
Especially his Dracula's and Electro's power.
For now, he was letting the monster speak, letting him boast and reveal himself.
A faint smirk tugged at the corner of Leo's mouth as he finally answered, voice cool as steel.
Smirk~
"Block?"
He said.
"You mistake patience for weakness. I'm only getting started."
The fake Death froze.
"____"
For a moment,
He was sure it was his imagination—
The way Leo's eyes shimmered,
The irises twisting into a pattern he had never seen before.
Ancient, alien, as though they belonged not to a man but to something far older.
Before he could react, the world collapsed.
The vibrant field, the storm-wrecked sky,
Even the corrupted magic he exuded—
All bled away into a void of shifting black and white.
The fake Death blinked, then found himself bound.
Blink~ Blink~
"____"
Iron nails pinned his hands and feet to a massive cross of obsidian,
Chains winding up his limbs like serpents.
His hood fluttered as the void howled around him,
But the bindings held tight, biting into his decaying flesh.
"What—?!"
His voice rasped louder, edged with panic.
He strained, muscles bulging, aura flaring,
But the restraints didn't so much as tremble.
His deathly magic roared outward in a wave,
But the nails drank it in, devouring it whole.
"Impossible…"
He hissed, his green eyes glowing brighter.
He pulled harder,
But the more he struggled, the more the void tightened.
For the first time, the so-called Death felt a shiver of fear crawl down his spine.
And standing in that endless negative world,
Leo's calm figure stepped forward—
Eyes burning with that unfamiliar pattern, gaze fixed like judgment incarnate.
The fake Death's struggling slowed, his breath ragged beneath the hood.
No matter how much he poured into his power,
No matter how fiercely he commanded the deathly magic that had made him feared for centuries—
It was useless here.
It vanished into nothing, swallowed by the nails and chains that bound him.
"____"
His green eyes widened, flicking toward Leo.
The young man's outline glowed faintly in this inverted world,
His very presence etched in sharp contrasts of light and shadow.
"What… what did you do to me?"
The fake Death's voice was hoarse, edged with something he hadn't felt in millennia—
Fear.
Leo's lips curved into a cold chuckle.
Chuckle~
"____"
He stepped closer, his eyes glowing with that strange, shifting pattern.
Each flicker of the design made the void itself ripple as if reality bent to its will.
"You're not in the world you knew,"
Leo said, his voice steady, almost amused.
"This place exists only within my eyes. A prison born from sight alone… a realm where your power, your corruption, even your very essence means nothing."
The fake Death stiffened, his bound form rattling against the nails that dug deeper into his flesh.
Leo tilted his head, expression sharpening.
"This is my Judgment Domain its name is Tsukuyomi . Here, you are stripped bare. No masks. No borrowed strength. Only what you truly are… a pretender who dared to steal Death's name."
The void pulsed as if answering his words,
The chains around the fake Death tightening with a metallic groan.
The fake Death's green eyes narrowed beneath the shadow of his hood, his voice rasping through clenched teeth.
"Is this… your bloodline ability?"
He asked, the words half a growl, half a hiss.
Leo let out a low chuckle, his gaze gleaming with that otherworldly pattern.
Slowly, deliberately, he reached into the void and drew forth a sharp obsidian blade that seemed to shimmer with the same negative glow as this realm.
"No,"
Leo replied coolly, raising the knife.
"This is something far beyond blood."
Without hesitation, he drove the blade into the fake Death's chest.
The hooded figure let out a guttural scream—
Raw, unrestrained.
The sound tore across the void like thunder, reverberating endlessly.
His body arched against the cross as the nails bit deeper, and the agony spread far beyond the wound itself.
It was as though the knife had pierced not flesh, but his very existence.
His voice cracked into a howl.
"AAAAARGHHH—WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!?!"
Leo's expression didn't change.
He twisted the knife slightly, his tone calm but laced with menace.
"Pain here is magnified. Every cut, every drop of suffering… multiplied until it sears your soul. This is the weight of all those you've mocked, all those lives you've devoured in your greed."
The fake Death writhed violently,
But no matter how much he struggled, the chains held firm.
His corrupted aura flared weakly, only to dissolve the moment it touched the black void around him.
Leo leaned in, his voice dropping to a whisper.
"Tell me, 'Fake Death'... how long do you think you can last before even you beg to vanish?"
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