Death2

I won't let her go.

The echo of her presence still lingered in the air. Cold, heavy, and sharp… Like a shadow cast upon the stars.

But she couldn't move as she pleased in this universe.

The moment I sensed Death's fading presence, I unleashed the power within me.

Infinity—my essence, my existence—spread into the void.

Space twisted.

Time froze.

Just as Death was about to disappear, she hesitated for a moment.

The shadows trembled…

She didn't dare take another step.

Even the air around her presence was disturbed, as if her own force was resisting her.

A resonance echoing through space signaled her weakness.

Waves spreading from the depths of my infinity began to engulf the entire region.

A void beyond everything, a flow passing through all things…

Space fused with time, and infinity unfolded in every layer of the universe.

Death experienced a brief moment of disappearance.

The influence of my infinity placed a boundary around her, one she could not escape.

She slightly tilted her head, her once-cold gaze now a bit more uncertain.

The more I felt the power of my infinity, the more her existence wavered.

This was beyond a mere confrontation—it was an inevitability. For the first time, Death didn't know what to do.

She had never been this cornered, never been this restrained.

She was the embodiment of destruction, the end itself—yet now, she was faced with something entirely different.

As I watched her wavering presence, I realized everything was changing.

"Do you want to leave?" I asked, my voice echoing into the vastness of space.

"You can't just come and go as you please."

The first strike of the battle erupted, shaking everything around us and spreading across the cosmos.

My power, like a star exploding into light, crashed down upon Death, forcing her to step back.

Once again, space twisted, and the laws of time collapsed.

The stars began to dim, the darkness creeping in.

Every time I fully felt Death's presence, I worked to restrain her power.

Yet with each encounter, she advanced a little further.

Death struggled against my power every time, but she never truly retreated.

Blows clashed between us countless times, but eventually, one strike tore through her mask.

The fragments of her mask drifted through the air, and beneath them, I saw what lay hidden.

The cold, deadly presence had transformed into a woman.

Long, black hair, pale skin, crimson eyes with a vacant expression…

But within those eyes, something disrupted their former coldness.

My gaze halted for a moment. Death was a woman.

The battle came to a stop.

For a brief moment, the air felt frozen.

I took a deep breath without breaking eye contact.

"A woman…" I muttered, my voice carrying both surprise and steel.

Death adjusted the torn edges of her mask and slowly turned her gaze toward me.

"Yes, a woman," she said, her voice still cold. "Does it matter?"

As I looked at Death with a mocking gaze, I continued to take slow steps forward.

"I really wanted to beat you a little more. But you're just a beautiful woman who loves to act mysterious."

Death took a step closer. "You know how to piss me off!" she said, her voice bursting like a storm with a cold rumble.

I shrugged my shoulders and took a step back.

"I'm tired of fighting with you," I said. "But hey, I think I like you too~" I teased her, emphasizing my last words.

Death took another step forward, her eyes glowing red.

"You... No one can mock me!" she said, her anger becoming more evident. "I'll tell you this once, don't underestimate me!"

I turned my cold gaze toward her and a smile appeared on my face.

"Underestimate you? Oh no. It's just that death can be such a beautiful woman. I used to dance with death all the time. Since you won't leave me alone, did you fall in love?"

Death, unable to control her anger, quickened her pace. "What a shameless man you are, idiot."

I suddenly stopped and, looking into her eyes, smiled.

"Yeah, yeah... The way you act like a woman is really striking."

Death, unable to control her rage, lunged forward, but I took a step back and shook my head coldly.

"Go ahead, leave. Sorry, but my time with you is over."

For a moment, Death paused, as if she was about to fall apart from anger.

Kylin's indifferent attitude struck a chord with her and created a gap, a brief moment of cracking.

As Kylin turned to leave her once more, he approached Death and added a moment of softness to his cold demeanor.

Slowly, he gently stroked Death's head and said, "You're a beautiful girl, really. What a shame."

Then, without offering any further explanation, he walked away.

Death stood frozen, motionless.

"You ~!@#￥%…"

Kylin's cold, yet strangely soft gesture...

Death, as if sensing something was about to slip away, felt a void inside her—something she had never experienced before, filling her for the first time.

Kylin's departure had left an impact on her, one that came with loneliness.

A glimmer passed through her eyes, but without knowing what to say or do, she stood there staring in the direction Kylin had gone.

And at that moment, something in the universe shifted.

As Death watched Kylin's retreating figure, she clenched her teeth.

There was a strange feeling inside her—familiar yet foreign at the same time.

It wasn't anger. It wasn't even irritation. But she couldn't quite place what it was.

The silence that echoed in the void seemed to grow even more intense in the place where infinity stretched out.

Kylin's footsteps faded into the vastness of space, but Death could still feel his presence.

It was as though infinity still lingered there.

She clenched her fists. Kylin's last words echoed in her mind:

"You're a beautiful girl, really. What a shame."

Why had those words unsettled her so much?

She narrowed her eyes slightly. The unease within her even made the shadows tremble.

She had brought death countless times, wiped out beings again and again. But this time…

For a moment, she hesitated.

What was it that she felt when her head was stroked?

Death had never felt so warm and emotional before.

She looked once more at Kylin's fading presence.

The concept of time had always been a game for her, but now, it felt as if something had irreversibly changed.

Death realized her existence was trembling.

And she didn't like it.

"You asked for this."

The darkness within her swelled again. Death took another step forward, but this time, not driven by instinctual anger, but by a new purpose.

No matter how strong Kylin was, the discomfort gnawing at her from looking into his eyes had grown too much to ignore.

This had ceased to be just a matter of battle.

And Death, no matter what, was going to find the answer.

As Kylin walked away, she became aware of the strange feeling inside her.

She could feel Death's anger, but beneath that anger, something else was hidden. A deeper, more complex feeling.

For a moment, she paused as the fabric of infinity rippled around her. Death's presence was still there.

She had said she wouldn't let him go, but in reality, who was it that wasn't letting go?

She closed her eyes.

The power within her spread to every corner of the universe.

If she wanted, she could keep Death here.

She could trap her in an infinite void.

But she didn't.

Suddenly, she felt a vibration behind her.

Soft, but sharp… the presence of Death.

Kylin tilted his head with a slight smile. "Couldn't resist following me, huh?"

Death had stopped a few steps away, her gaze fixed on him. Her look was still cold, but there was hesitation in it.

"I think I owe you something," Death said, her voice echoing as it merged with the void of space.

Kylin raised an eyebrow. "First time I've seen Death owe someone."

Death stared at him silently, then slightly narrowed her eyes. "What did you do to me?"

Kylin shrugged and turned, continuing to walk slowly. "Nothing. I just made you see the truth."

Made you realize your womanhood...

As Death watched him, she clenched her fists. The unease within her was even more unsettling than the limits infinity had imposed on her.

And in that moment, she understood.

This man was dangerous.

Following him had been her biggest mistake.

Death didn't even breathe as she watched Kylin's back.

Her own existence seemed to be dissolving in the endless void.

For the first time, she didn't know exactly what to do.

Kylin's voice echoed again:

"What's wrong, Lady Death? Got cold feet?"

Death ground her teeth. That indifferent, mocking tone… Kylin really knew how to irritate her.

But this time, what angered her wasn't Kylin's words, but the uncertainty within herself.

She took a step forward, a wave of sound echoing in space, accompanying her.

As she approached Kylin from behind, she narrowed her eyes and spoke:

"Are you playing with me?"

Kylin slightly turned his head, a faint light flickering in his eyes. "No, you're just getting caught up in your own thoughts."

Death paused for a moment.

The infinity resonating around Kylin enveloped his very being. Even if Death were to push her power to the highest level, could she surpass this infinity?

She had always known the limits of her own existence. But now, Kylin's presence was marking a different boundary for her.

"Infinity..." she whispered to herself.

It seemed as though Kylin had heard the whisper, as he smiled faintly. "My name is Kylin. How do you like my concept? Even if you want to reach it, you never will."

Death furrowed her brows and raised her hand. The flame burning in her palm immediately began to wrap the surrounding void. The fabric of the universe began to ripple with the force of her touch.

"I may need to erase you," she said, her voice threatening but uncertain.

Without a change in his demeanor, Kylin turned to look at her. "If you want to try, please feel free."

Death could feel the complex emotions inside her slowly gathering into one focal point—anger, curiosity, discomfort... and something else.

Suddenly, she narrowed her eyes. What she saw in Kylin's gaze truly disturbed her.

That look...

Kylin was smiling at her.

For the first time, Death didn't know what to do.