Chapter 1003: Sun Legacy [part 2]
After the entire mountain crumbled to ash, the vast airspace of the Leviathan’s Soul world was drowned in grey clouds that seemed to linger endlessly.
Northern had risen above it. The evil dragon had as well. Now, both glared at each other in silence.
The altar of flames that danced above Northern’s head darkened and slowly shifted to a purple-dark flame.
The rest of his body also became somewhat dark. Northern extended the liquid gold that curled around his body, commanding it to emerge and form a great spear in his hands.
As he grasped the spear, smoke billowed from his palm as it was seared by the immense heat of the golden weapon.
Instead of caring for the pain, Northern fixed the Evil Dragon with an intense stare.
Then the shadows around him veiled the sky—at least a large portion of it. The sky was too vast and tyrannical to be covered by a mere talent such as Northern’s. However, Eclipsing Dread was not a mere talent.
It was a source of dread and the only abstract weapon that Northern could wield against the will of the Leviathan.
Perhaps not the only one, but Oblivion’s Mark served more as a shield than a weapon. Northern had constantly been using its Nullify effect to dampen the will of the Leviathan, which was what even made it possible to assume Solar Ascension form in the first place and use some of his talent abilities.
Because he was perpetually feeling a heavy tension weighing on his soul, negating the existence of his talents—as if they should not be.
He had easily guessed that the Evil Dragon was most likely writing a law that refused Northern’s existence in its soul world.
But Northern was resisting the law tooth and nail. Having to fight the battle in the Leviathan’s soul was not faring well for him, but if he wanted to win this war without making an entire island vanish from the surface of the map, this was his best shot.
The dread that permeated from the shadows weakened the enemy’s mind. While that effect might seem insignificant to a mindless monster, its will, however, could be considered a mind of sorts.
And just as Northern thought, the moment the shadow veiled a segment of the clouds, a crushing weight descended upon the atmosphere. He almost wanted to drop to his knees, but he could resist the force enough to remain levitating in the air.
The clashing of dread against the monster’s will was like the collision of two incredibly powerful wills. Void essence fueled Northern’s Eclipsing Dread, which gave it a delusion of power; however, the monster’s will was the real deal.
He could not afford to waste any more time.
Northern flew forward like a missile and collided once again with the monster. The Evil Dragon was sent hurtling through the air the moment the impact resounded.
Northern threw the golden spear up and caught it in reverse grip. Like a trained javelin thrower, he tilted his body and hurled the spear into the air.
A shockwave exploded outward as the spear left his hand and tore through the air. Barely a second later, it pierced into the wing of the Leviathan with savage speed.
Then Northern began to drop wind tornadoes on the landscape. The wind tornadoes were of different kinds.
They originated from the shadows above him, drinking a portion of the dread and using it to negate the very forces of the Leviathan’s will that existed within the air of its soul world.
As each tornado touched the ocean of crimson clouds, wind blades were sent out of the whirling winds, crashing against distant mountains. Even the ocean itself was being embedded with wind blades.
And more and more tornadoes fell from the shadows above—some mixed with darkness, others with fire, others with ice. They were all of different varieties, and in less than a second they populated the entire soul world and were striking down the very components of the soul that made up the will, the world, and the existence of the monster.
To make matters worse, the Leviathan had suffered great damage and could not manage to fly. It had crashed down against one of its mountains, and Northern had flown away in pursuit.
He retrieved the spear—its great length was five times Northern’s height, but he wielded it with ease, falling with tremendous speed and hurling the spear straight into the monster.
The entire landscape shook as the strike connected. It felt like it belched thunder. But Northern did not care. He rose high into the sky like a supersonic rocket and fell like a meteor.
He rose again and fell.
He rose—with even greater speed—and fell down, causing the place to send a violent circle of shockwaves rolling outward.
As the Evil Dragon was being brutalized, so was its soul world. Held back by the Eclipsing Dread, diluted by Nullify, the strength of the will of the Leviathan’s soul world to resist the attacks on its soul—or at least rewrite the rules—was too feeble. Moreover, the monster was focusing a chunk of that will to survive Northern’s mountain-shattering falls.
The monster was dying faster than it could rewrite the rules of its own body. And to make things worse, the reality of its soul world was beginning to crack.
The tornadoes grew more violent and continued to assault the soul world. The walls of its reality were being violated by invisible blades that flew like gales of wind.
The crimson ocean of clouds had parted in several segments, scattered unevenly across the ground. The tornadoes crashed into them and consumed them. Fire ignited in the depths of the tornado and spread the moment it crashed with the crimson cloud.
The fire was that of Sun Legacy. It was not ordinary fire. It was that of the sun, and its burning power was in no way mundane. It melted the very clouds with devastating speed, causing the crimson clouds to become sentient and even flee for their lives.
The wind blades did not stop flying out, and Northern did not stop striking the Leviathan.
The monster at some point grew feral. It let out a deafening cry that threatened to shatter one’s soul, but Northern, floating above with a dark glare, was unmoved. The Leviathan tried to stand, scrambling up with a tattered body amidst a shattered and crumbled mountain.
But Northern was preparing another attack. He released the spear from his grasp, letting the golden liquid flow and form a large circle.
Then he summoned the sun.