Chapter 135

Chapter 135: 

The battlefield was silent.

Not the silence of victory. Not the silence of loss.

But the silence of something—something irreversible.

The darkness of the Void Apocalypse had consumed everything, its presence a weight upon existence itself. Time felt frozen. The Chronolux Nexus was in ruins, reduced to a shattered wasteland.

Yami stood in the void, breathless, trembling.

Part of her was happy. Part of her that saw Noboru as a traitor, As a user, As abomination, Disgrace, Aberration whatever heaven saw him as was happy. That part of her was happy to get revenge on the man who had abandoned her. The other Part of her was scream at her from inside. She was hurt, Distraught her lord had died. The Man who took her in. Who saved her from loneliness and hatred, The man who taught her to love to feel was gone by her own hands. Part of her thought she was a hero her master will reward her for destroying the Disgrace, Aberration, Abomination. The other half of her wanted to die to become the nothingness her power was,

Her hands were still raised from the final attack, but her entire body was frozen, locked in place. Her chest rose and fell in uneven, shaky breaths.

She had done it.

She had erased him.

Hadn't she?

Then why was she so sad.

Why did she feel like she made a mistake

Why did she feel like she was used when the user was gone.

Why did she feel like she was a weapon yet the one who she saw the one who made her a weapon was gone.

why did she feel like her world had broken down.

Before she can think much longer

There was

—

A shift in the air. A pulse.

A warmth.

Yami's violet eyes widened.

One part of her her reacted with a No… it can't be…

the other part of her reacted with Yes... it can be...

A presence—a presence she knew. A presence she had always known.

One that made her feel loved

one that made her feel happy

one that made her feel protected

one she associated with everything positive;

Before she could move, before she could even react—

A voice. Deep, familiar, filled with unshaken certainty.

"Did you really think your ability to turn stuff into nothing will turn me into nothing My Yami?"

A shadow moved in front of her.

No—not a shadow.

Him.

Noboru.

Standing. Whole. Unscathed.

His crimson and black mixed with gold omni energy aura flickered like wildfire, untamed and unwavering, his Hell God State burning with pure defiance.

Unbroken. Unstoppable.

Yami's breath hitched. Her body—so conditioned to fight, to kill, to erase—shook violently.

"Impossible," she whispered.

Her fingers trembled.

"You're… you're supposed to be…"

Her words faltered.

He was supposed to be gone. Erased. Eliminated.

And yet—here he was.

And he was smiling.

Yami should have been furious. Should have tried to strike again.

And yet—

She wasn't.

Why he saw her as a weapon.

He left her to be tortured to gain freedom from heaven. Her Master. Her God told us this.

He had Abandoned her but yet

Her legs felt weak. Her fingers curled into fists, but she couldn't move.

Why couldn't she move?

Something inside her—something she didn't understand—was breaking.

Breaking free.

Why… why does seeing him make my chest hurt?

A voice screamed in her head—Yahweh's voice.

He is the enemy. He is the abomination. He must be erased.

But another voice—a voice buried, locked, imprisoned—whispered from deep within her soul.

Noboru… My Lord

He's here.

He came for me.

A tremor ran through her entire body.

She didn't understand. She didn't understand why she felt like crying.

She didn't understand why she felt relief.

She didn't understand why she felt like running into his arms.

And then—he moved.

Before she could react—warmth.

Noboru pulled her into a tight embrace, his arms wrapping around her as if he would never let go again.

Yami's entire body froze.

Her eyes widened, her breath caught in her throat.

"Wh—"

A pulse.

A warmth she had never felt before.

Something overpowering coursed through her, spreading from where he held her—something that made everything inside her scream and shatter.

His Omni Energy.

But it wasn't violent. It wasn't forceful.

It was gentle.

Warm.

Loving.

It wasn't breaking her—it was mending her.

It wasn't overpowering her will like Yahweh did—it was freeing her.

It was breaking Yahweh Divine scriptures. Freeing her.

She gasped as the divine shackles within her cracked.

As the golden chains Yahweh had placed shattered.

As the false programming—the lies, the hatred, the control—burned away.

Her knees buckled, but he held her up.

"I'm here," Noboru whispered against her ear. "I've always been here."

Her breath hitched.

A sob threatened to escape her lips, but she bit it back.

Her mind screamed—this wasn't right.

But her heart—her heart knew this was the only thing that had ever felt right.

"You were never a weapon," Noboru whispered. "You were never just the Void Queen."

His fingers brushed against her cheek, tilting her face up.

"You were Yami," he said softly.

"My Yami."

Something inside her broke.

A choked gasp escaped her lips.

And then—

Noboru kissed her.

Her entire body tensed.

Then relaxed.

Then collapsed into him.

The moment their lips met, the final chains of Yahweh's control disintegrated.

The divine symbols carved into her burned away.

The false memories—the pain, the conditioning, the forced hatred—erased.

And the real Yami—the true Yami—awakened.

A massive pulse of pure Void Omni Energy erupted from her body, not in destruction, but in restoration.

The Void twisted—but instead of consuming, it slowed down.

The darkness that had once been unstable settled, reformed, became whole.

The true Queen of the Void had returned.

And the first thing she did—

Was collapse against Noboru's chest.

She gripped his shirt tightly, her body trembling violently.

Tears spilled from her eyes.

Not just tears of sadness.

Not just tears of relief.

But tears of love.

"Forgive me," she whispered. "Forgive me, my Lord… I—"

But before she could finish, Noboru pulled her close again, his arms strong, unyielding.

"There's nothing to forgive," he whispered.

Yami broke.

A sob tore from her throat as she buried her face into his chest.

She didn't care that she was the Queen of the Void.

She didn't care that she was feared across existence.

All she cared about—was that she was home.

And home—was in his arms.