Chapter 366
Alaric Syah did not hear her at all, or perhaps he heard and chose to ignore it, submerged in an ocean of fury, agony, and uncontrollable dark power.
His attention was fixed on anyone who was still moving or breathing around the area.
And then, an even more horrifying sight unfolded.
Without physically touching them, merely channeling his will through his super dark cosmic energy, Alaric made his victims float into the air, their bodies convulsing before their muscles were forcibly torn from the bone, like flesh skinned by invisible hands.
The mutilation process happened swiftly and systematically, a gruesome dance of death in which human bodies were dismantled into their components with terrifying precision and absolute brutality.
Even if, through Myra's blurred vision, she could focus on only a single victim—one person witnessing their body being shredded in midair before ending as an addition to the red-and-white pulp on the ground—it was already more than enough to plunge her into the deepest shock.
But in truth, it was not just one.
Many.
Far too many.
With eyes widened by horror, Myra watched countless people—perhaps including the merely curious or those forced to be present—become victims of one-sided mutilation at the hands of Alaric Syah himself.
Every burst of energy, every scream cut short, every spray of blood that added to the grotesque collection on the ground was a crushing blow to Myra's soul.
'In an instant, Myra's world collapsed. Not only physically, but spiritually.'
Further on, with her face soaked in tears and distorted by profound despair, Myra Astrielle continued to try.
Her trembling lips formed words, her hoarse and nearly vanished voice attempting to slip through the roaring waves of dark energy.
She pleaded, no longer as an observer or ally, but as a beggar wailing at the edge of horror.
Every syllable was a shattered cry for help, a final hope that Alaric Syah would stop, that there would be no more killing, and above all, that the loved ones she had sacrificed everything to save would not become targets of his uncontrollable rampage.
Yet the enraged universe had no ears to hear human lament.
Alaric—or the entity now inhabiting his body—paid no heed whatsoever.
The super dark cosmic energy continued to pulse, a black heart pumping death.
Each act of indifference was a hammer striking Myra's soul, deepening the fractures of shock and hysteria that already consumed her.
Her reaction escalated further, an uncontrollable spiral of panic.
She might have fallen to her knees, her hands clutching the ground already wet with something that was not water, her body shaking with sobs that made no sound.
Then, the climax arrived.
Amid the ongoing sea of horror, Myra's gaze fell upon a particular figure.
Someone closest to her, most beloved, the sole reason she had endured all this time.
With horrific detail that would forever scar her retina and memory, Myra witnessed how that person's head suddenly swelled unnaturally, the skin stretching before finally exploding with a dull yet thunderous sound within her consciousness.
Fragments of skull, brain, and blood burst forth like the worst fireworks of her life.
Before the headless body could fall, the dark energy echoed through it, crushing the remains into fine particles that scattered and merged with the pulp of death on the ground, never to be whole again.
At that very second, everything within Myra Astrielle shattered.
The scream that escaped her mouth was no longer merely a cry, but a violent release of all the pain, fear, betrayal, and despair that had accumulated.
It was deafening, breaking through the chaos, a wail of a torn soul that might even have been heard above the roar of cosmic energy.
That scream was the sound of a bitter truth.
That all her sacrifices, all her difficult choices, all her hopes, had ended in vain.
'The outcome was utterly tragic.'
Of course, Myra Astrielle did not remain still.
Amid the ruins of total destruction and pain beyond measure, something deeper than survival instinct ignited within her.
It was a desire to stop this, to repay it, or simply to end alongside everything that had been destroyed.
From within her, her Lu Core rose.
Not as a power she mastered smoothly, but as a final explosion of despair.
Its strength radiated, glowing bright red like a blood sun rising in the middle of the night, a manifestation of belated justice, the scales of a judge seeking to restore balance amid absolute chaos.
The light attempted to illuminate the world darkened by Alaric's super dark cosmic energy, a beautiful and tragic antithesis all at once.
Yet, tragically.
The clash between the light of despair and the raging darkness was utterly unequal.
Myra, even burning the entirety of her Lu Core's essence, was no match for Alaric Syah who had fused with cosmic power from another universe in his darkest rampage mode.
Her defenses, her attacks, all the red light of her justice, were destroyed not in minutes, not in seconds, but perhaps in a tenth of a second.
The dark force struck her like a tsunami crashing into a candle.
The result was devastating.
Myra's body jerked violently before being thrown backward.
Two clean, piercing holes appeared precisely between her brows, a penetration nearly reaching the brain, erasing any remaining expression from her face.
Before her body could fall, something even more vile occurred.
A series of invisible, repeated slashes of dark energy battered her face, tearing apart the beautiful skin and flesh until it was grotesquely ruined, leaving a mark deeper than mere injury—an erasure of her face.
And upon her body, the destruction could hardly be described as human anymore.
Her muscles dried and shrank rapidly, as though all fluids and life vitality were mercilessly drained by the ravenous dark force, leaving behind a skeleton wrapped in dry, peeling skin and the remnants of torn clothing.
'A curse and a promise at once. A bond that even death would not sever.'
At first, with heavy steps accompanied by the rumbling dark energy still circling his body, Alaric Syah approached the nearly shapeless figure on the ground.
His intention was clear and final.
To end the suffering and erase the betrayal by separating the head from Myra Astrielle's severely ruined body.
His hand—or perhaps a strand of pure energy forming the silhouette of a hand—rose, ready to deliver the final punishment.
His gaze, submerged in cosmic darkness, was either devoid of emotion or filled with bitter satisfaction of revenge.
Yet, on the brink of death, the dying Myra Astrielle gathered the scattered remnants of her consciousness.
One eye might have been closed by injury, but the other—or perhaps only through a blood-filled throat—she managed to deliver a final condemnation.
Her voice was hoarse, trembling, yet filled with a terrifying oath.
She declared that if she died in this world, her soul would not depart in peace.
She would pursue Alaric Syah into the afterlife, crossing the boundary between death and life.
She swore she would not stop until every life taken by Alaric, especially her loved ones who had fallen victim to his blind rampage, received rightful judgment through her own hands.
To be continued…