855 Let's leave... You and me
Damien paled further at his words. He wanted to speak, but Ceano ensured he couldn't, wielding the dark power of the seven-petal flower on his body that had authority over all else except Azazeal.
This bastard! He screamed in his mind. Ceano was running his mouth because his real body wasn't here! He was going to die because of him... He was going to face his doom due to this fucker!
What made Damien go crazy was the fact that there was no Realm of the Dead! So, if he died, he would cease to exist! And he was the one who destroyed that realm!
Kyle fixed his gaze on Ceano, unblinking.
"Ah, right. Your real body isn't here. That's why you are yapping so much. That's not fair. The others are dying, yet you are not. I should bring you here as well."
Ceano's fake body's eyes widened, but he wanted to laugh at Kyle since what he said couldn't be possible. No one knew where his real body was. Yet, before his thought process could even finish, Kyle vanished.
In the next second, every single one of his fake bodies in the Sacred Divine Land was ripped to shreds. The tiny soul fragments within them were crushed to nothingness.
Damien was so overwhelmed by the sight before him that he broke down in tears.
Kyle's figure, bathed in Ceano's blood, overlapped Azazeal's figure in his mind.
The scene before him was similar to what he had seen when he first met Azazeal.
A solitary figure hovered above the cataclysm, threatening to engulf everything. But this time, the person floating amidst the devastation was not shrouded in darkness; he radiated an ethereal light, illuminating the surrounding destruction.
'...Is this our end?'
Damien muttered in his mind, and his eyes turned cloudy. The hope to survive that he felt since Azazeal was his master faded.
Kyle tore through the space before him, only to appear above the lush planet where Ceano's real body was located. The symbol Nine and Asher left resonated with him.
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Kyle tore through the space before him, only to appear above the lush planet where Ceano's real body was located. The symbol Nine and Asher left resonated with him.
His senses expanded and enveloped the entire planet. He sensed Ceano coughing up blood near a lake in a green forest. The man was gravely injured after so many of his fake bodies had been destroyed.
Kyle appeared directly behind him. He calmly glanced at the two fake bodies of Ceano floating above the serene lake and obliterated them without hesitation.
Instantly, Ceano's real body began to convulse violently, and he screamed in gut-wrenching anguish, his loud voice echoing throughout the entire planet.
The damage to his soul, which occurred when Kyle crushed the tiny fragments of it he had embedded within his multiple fake bodies, was immense and irreversible.
The fact that the second shadow general could still maintain his sanity amidst such overwhelming suffering that rippled through his being was nothing short of a miracle.
The dark phoenix, concealed in a hidden spot, watched everything. He felt a surge of fear and wanted to flee. The amusement in his gaze had long since dissipated.
Yet, he lost consciousness when Kyle turned his gaze to look directly at him.
Kyle crouched down in front of Ceano.
"I believe you didn't witness anything that happened since I destroyed the pieces of your soul before they could come back to you. Let's go. You shouldn't die so easily."
He seized Ceano's long hair and dragged the wailing figure along as he tore through the space before him, reappearing in the crumbling Sacred Divine Land.
Ceano's real body was hurled directly into Damien, and they both plummeted to the ground, crashing with such force that the land shattered beneath them.
Kyle flicked his fingers, and the shadow generals floated in the sky once more. He glanced at Ceano, who was still screaming and spiritual energy erupted from his body.
He intentionally healed some of Ceano's injuries so that the man could watch the devastation with a sane mind.
"You love strength, right? Now look, I am showing you what strength is, and by the time Azazeal comes, you will be no more."
Ceano trembled, his eyes bloodshot as he tried to contact Azazeal. But unfortunately, there was no response.
Below, on the land, the skeletons were killing, and rain poured down on them like a tide. Kyle raised his fist, and with glowing eyes, he suddenly surged downward.
His fist collided with the ground, and the remaining piece of Sacred Divine Land shattered into two under his full strength.
All this while, his eyes stayed calm. He felt no anger; he was simply delivering them a painful death so that those who had died because of them would be avenged.
"Fear..."
He muttered, and used his fear skill.
The targets were Ceano and Damien.
Instantly, the two shadow generals were thrown into their darkest nightmares, and he watched them silently. Damien saw the race he had betrayed come to kill him in the most brutal way. Ceano saw the power he loved so much writing a brutal end for him.
The one who killed them was a familiar man with green eyes and silver hair. When they emerged from their nightmares, they were just hollow shells of their past selves. In a short time, they had experienced hell.
They couldn't even beg for their lives.
Kyle closed his eyes for a moment.
"I am not cruel... I would have wished for you to live a better second life, even if you have wronged me. It is you two who have made your own fate so tragic. Now there is no Realm of the Dead. No afterlife. Many have died, and I am the reason."
"So, just vanish in agony. If this comes to haunt me, I will gladly take the blame."
He muttered, and the familiar icy flames erupted from his body to consume them.
Their cries faded alongside the flames, leaving behind two glistening ice statues that shattered into tiny icy particles. Their souls also vanished with those particles.
"Even after coming so far... they died like fragile beings, so effortlessly. It's almost laughable how easily they fell."
Kyle glanced at the raining sky. He wondered if nature was crying to witness so much blood. In no time, everyone from the dark side had perished—the supreme ranks, as well as the lower ranks under the merciless skeleton army. He landed amidst the sea of blood and dead bodies.
His Celestial aura erupted further, but the Celestial spirit hesitated. It sensed danger, yet in the end, it couldn't resist the enticing temptations before it. It surged out of the broken land and rushed toward Kyle from behind as the man sat amidst the sea of blood and bodies with his head lowered.
Kyle's glowing ethereal presence was a stark contrast to the devastation he had caused, and this was the scene Azazeal saw when he finally arrived at the scene.
Kyle raised his head and stared at him.
"You are finally here. Look, I found another spirit for you. Now, just one more to go."
Azazeal erupted into laughter when he sensed what had already unfolded on the other end of the universe in his absence, his loud, hollow voice reverberating throughout the devastation like a sinister melody.
He gasped, clutching his chest as the overwhelming pain of his crushed desire surged through him, and his eyes began to bleed, a crimson testament to his agony.
"So you won this time..."
"Why? Why? Whyyy? Ahhhhh."
He was crying and screaming, his pain overwhelming to the point that he couldn't bear the weight of it any longer.
"I should have killed you! I should have!"
Kyle looked sadly at him.
He could see that something inside the man before him had shattered once again, so profoundly that he could feel all the pain himself despite being so far away.
This time, it was all because of him.
Perhaps Azazeal was always right. They were both alike; to get what they wanted, they would do anything, even make another so miserable that nature cried.
"Let's leave... You and me. We've already caused enough damage to this universe."