Chapter 50
Spailo stood quietly, his features drowned in deep contemplation, while Onoko Borna stood beside him, both their eyes locked onto Moryo, who seemed as if the darkness itself was embracing him. Moryo's face was covered in blood, dripping like a nightmarish painting, yet he remained motionless, staring at them with a suspicious and terrifying gaze—like a beast waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
Inside Spailo, thoughts swirled like an unrelenting storm:
"By the heavens! What kind of world do we live in? This is... utterly terrifying!"
Suddenly, Onoko Borna launched forward like a bolt of lightning, shattering the ground beneath his feet. Small explosions echoed with each step as the earth trembled violently. But to Spailo, everything seemed like a dream:
"No... no... I want all this madness to stop!"
Onoko Borna reached Moryo, who stood as still as a human statue, completely unmoving. He clenched his fist, preparing a devastating punch. As his fist descended, it halted abruptly—just an inch from Moryo's face. However, the ground behind Moryo wasn't as fortunate; it exploded violently, shattering into fragments as fierce winds howled around them like a storm.
Moryo remained firm, but a hostile expression took over his face, his eyes screaming defiance at his opponent. In a swift motion, Onoko Borna raised his other fist, ready to unleash another strike. Time itself seemed to slow, as if the universe had paused to witness the moment.
Moryo slowly raised his hand, as if welcoming the punch, while green sparks began to flicker around his body. Inside Spailo's mind, his voice screamed in sheer desperation:
"Move! Do something! No one can survive the power of Arcadia!"
The moment Onoko Borna's fist neared Moryo's body, the latter whispered sharply, his voice like the edge of a blade:
"Time Engine."
The green sparks surrounding Moryo began to move sluggishly, as if preparing to consume his opponent. Then, in an instant, time regained its speed, and the sparks surged forward, engulfing Onoko Borna completely.
A deafening explosion shook the heavens, filling the battlefield with an eerie yet mesmerizing green radiance. Onoko Borna's body was sent flying like a lifeless doll, while Moryo watched the spectacle unfold. The ground beneath him cracked apart, and the green sparks rose like demonic flames as he launched himself toward his airborne opponent, leaving a path of destruction in his wake.
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In the City of Beura, the Scene Was Catastrophic.
Humans stood frozen in place, their faces reflecting sheer terror. Suero, Rashid, Kaso, and Yamato stared in shock as the massive body of Phantom Onoko Borna plummeted toward the center of the city.
Kaso's voice trembled as she spoke:
"What... is that?!"
Before Onoko Borna's body could crash into the ground, Moryo appeared above him—like a phantom himself—and delivered a devastating kick to his abdomen. A shockwave erupted in all directions as Onoko Borna's massive form rocketed downward, colliding with the ground in a violent impact. The streets caved in, and the entire area turned into a scene of destruction. The terrified citizens screamed and scattered in all directions, desperately fleeing the chaos.
But it wasn't over.
Moryo appeared once more, hovering over Onoko Borna's fallen body, his gaze burning with unrestrained fury. A ring of green sparks began to swirl in his hand as he spoke in a deep, wrathful voice:
"I will annihilate everyone!"
A colossal beam of green energy erupted from his palm, piercing straight through Onoko Borna's torso. The laser carved through his abdomen and continued downward, drilling into the ground. The very earth beneath them couldn't withstand the force and began collapsing into itself, forming a massive crater—one that seemed to swallow the rage of the entire world.
A heavy silence followed, broken only by the crackling green sparks that coiled around Moryo. He stood on top of Onoko Borna's body, his eyes blazing with hostility, his sharp voice slicing through the eerie stillness:
"I won't let you exterminate everyone!"
Suddenly, Phantom Onoko Borna jerked back violently, flipping away with astonishing speed. Moryo swiftly adjusted, landing gracefully on his feet with terrifying precision.
Despite the gaping wound in his abdomen, Onoko Borna's body refused to accept defeat—the injury began to regenerate, slowly but steadily.
Moryo's eyes darkened with pure animosity as a voice, dripping with mockery, emerged from Onoko Borna's body—Raizo's voice:
"What nonsense are you spewing? You won't be able to stop anything."
Moryo wasted no time responding. With a furious roar, he launched himself at his foe, his fist hurtling toward Onoko Borna's face. Yet, with unsettling ease, Onoko Borna raised his hand and caught the punch mid-air, as if it were nothing.
The impact, however, was anything but insignificant. The surrounding buildings trembled, their windows shattering, and a powerful gust of wind exploded outward.
Moryo staggered back, eyes wide in disbelief. How…?
Before he could process it, Onoko Borna seized him and hurled him with monstrous force toward a nearby building.
Moryo's body tore through the structure, leaving a gaping hole in the concrete.
Onoko Borna didn't allow his opponent a moment of respite. He leaped forward, the ground cracking beneath him like an explosion. Raising his palm toward Moryo's last position, golden electricity crackled wildly around his hand—like a miniature thunderstorm waiting to be unleashed.
Then, in an instant, a colossal golden bolt shot forward, illuminating the horizon with its blinding radiance.
The golden surge engulfed Moryo and the surrounding structures, melting stone and glass alike. The devastating beam carved through the city, reducing buildings to rubble as they collapsed one by one.
In the streets, panic escalated. People screamed, running for their lives, but some weren't lucky enough. The collapsing buildings crushed them beneath their weight, and the air filled with the horrific symphony of destruction—shattered bodies, pooling blood, and an earth-shaking tremor as the streets themselves cracked open.
Amidst the apocalyptic scene, Phantom Borna lunged at Moryo, whose body was now a scorched, blackened husk from the golden lightning. A vicious kick struck Moryo's face, sending him flying like a broken doll. His body tumbled across the shattered ground, unconscious, before colliding with a massive, flame-wreathed boulder.
Standing tall, Phantom Borna laughed—a chilling, nightmarish sound that echoed like a voice from hell itself.
He leaped toward Moryo once more, screaming in wild hysteria:
"Your end is at hand! No one can stop us!"
As his fist descended toward Moryo's unresponsive form, it suddenly stopped mid-air—as if it had struck an invisible barrier.
Everything froze.
Phantom Onoko Borna's eyes widened in disbelief. He turned his gaze downward… only to see a small yet powerful hand gripping his massive fist.
It was Spailo.
Raizo's voice seethed through Onoko Borna's body, filled with rage:
"What are you doing, Spailo?!"
With an unnerving calm that contrasted the chaos around them, Spailo simply said:
"Enough… This madness needs to stop."
Onoko Borna yanked his hand back forcefully, irritation flashing in his eyes:
"Why did you stop me?!"
Spailo's voice remained firm, his gaze unwavering:
"I won't let them be slaughtered like this. They are my friends, after all… and we will end this with as little suffering as possible."
Raizo's laughter oozed from Onoko Borna's form—mocking, venomous:
"I didn't expect you to still have emotions, Spailo."
Ignoring the taunt, Spailo's tone deepened, his next words carrying a heavy finality:
"There's no need for this brutality. I will activate Obliteration—and the people of Kaisima will vanish before they even realize it."
A twisted grin spread across Raizo's unseen face:
"Then hurry up. End it."
Silence fell over Beura.
Only the crackling flames remained, consuming what was left of the once-thriving city.
Spailo's eyes remained locked onto Raizo, carrying an emotion both solemn and grim—because he knew... what was coming next would be far, far worse.
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In the Silano Clan's Territory
Nicola walked with steady, measured steps, Hyona at his side, gripping a weapon in her hands.
Behind them, the ruins of the Silano Clan stretched into the distance—nothing but ashes and rubble remained.
The silence was thick, suffocating, until Nicola's voice, indifferent and detached, finally broke it:
"You used a gun in the battle, didn't you?"
Hyona's voice was quiet but unwavering:
"Yes. As you know, I can't use magic."
No more words were exchanged, only the sound of their footsteps crunching over debris.
Then, after a moment, Nicola spoke again—stating a cold, undeniable reality:
"The Silano Clan is gone. Now, we see what the others will do."
Hyona didn't respond. She simply kept walking beside him, leaving behind the remnants of the Silano Clan—a memory swallowed by devastation.
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The Realm of Containment
Silence enveloped the place, the sound of flowing water in the river creating an atmosphere of serenity and tranquility. Sbyam sat beside his father, Brius, both gazing at the river in silence, as if reviewing the pages of the past. Brius broke the silence with a calm, regretful tone:
"I'm sorry, Sbyam... but I won't return with you to the real world."
Sbyam stood up quietly, his expression unchanged, and spoke in an emotionless tone:
"This Realm is far better than the real world."
Brius chuckled softly, as if affirming something that Sbyam had yet to see. The latter turned his back and began walking away but paused for a moment, speaking without looking back:
"Either way, I can only leave here by destroying this Realm, right?"
Brius didn't respond, remaining silent with a warm smile still on his face. Sbyam continued, his words becoming sharper and more resolute:
"I want to leave this Realm. There's much I need to do in the real world. But destroying this Realm means everything within it will die… and you are part of this Realm."
Brius remained silent, as if he had already accepted this fate.
Sbyam reached a certain spot on the ground, knelt, and pressed his palm against it. The air grew heavy suddenly, as if something monumental was about to happen.
Dark sparks, surrounded by a violet aura, flickered from his hand, sending ripples through the air around him as if reality itself was beginning to fracture. Sbyam spoke with deadly calm:
"Spacetime Hollow."
In an instant, a rift formed in space before him, pulsing with a mysterious energy. The Realm around him trembled violently—the winds howled, and the ground cracked beneath his feet. The chaos escalated until a blinding white light engulfed everything. Brius closed his eyes with a peaceful smile as the Realm collapsed around him.
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In the Real World
Inside a stone fortress, Brylo sat on a simple wooden chair, one leg crossed over the other. In front of him, the Containment Sphere rested silently atop a large stone, emitting a faint glow that reflected the stillness of the moment.
Suddenly, an intense white light burst from the sphere, growing stronger by the second. Brylo's eyes widened in shock. Within moments, cracks spread across the sphere, and the resulting sound shook the room. The stone beneath it fractured, and small explosions erupted throughout the chamber.
The sphere shattered abruptly, destroying the nearby wall as the ground trembled violently. The force of the explosion sent powerful winds raging through the room, forcing Brylo to shield his face with his arms.
As the dust settled, Brylo slowly opened his eyes. In the very spot where the sphere had once stood, a man now stood—his snow-white hair gleaming, a smirk playing on his lips. He exuded both confidence and amusement, looking at Brylo as if he had just returned from death itself.
It was Sbyam Brius.
Brylo took a step back, muttering in disbelief:
"IMPOSSIBLE..."
Sbyam replied with calm mockery, slipping his hand into his pocket:
"The strongest has returned… Did youmiss me, real world?"
Brylo remained frozen, shock and fear written across his face, while Sbyam Brius stood with absolute confidence, as if he had been reborn.
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End of Chapter.