something is wrong(chapter 134)

Chapter 134

Shadows surged around her in desperation, wrapping around her limbs, reinforcing her battered body. She forced herself to stand, weaving illusions within illusions, hoping to obscure herself. A hundred LeBlancs materialized around Grey, all of them attacking simultaneously, their daggers coated in magic, designed to pierce even the strongest defenses. The blades struck home—or at least, they should have. Instead, the moment they touched his flesh, they bent, cracked, and then outright shattered, breaking apart like fragile glass against an unbreakable force.Grey didn't even blink. He simply walked forward.

LeBlanc's heart pounded in her chest. She had to run. She had to escape. Yet before she could even react, a gust of wind blasted past her as Grey appeared in front of her, moving without even the faintest exertion. A simple, effortless backhand sent her flying once more. She twisted midair, shadows cushioning her landing as she skidded across the rooftop. Gritting her teeth, she reached deep into her reserves, drawing on every ounce of her strength. The night itself seemed to darken as she unleashed everything.

A colossal sphere of pure void-like darkness erupted around Grey, devouring all light, all sound. It twisted and condensed, forming an abyssal prison meant to crush anything caught within it into nonexistence. The space within the spell fluctuated violently, warping and bending, the sheer pressure strong enough to annihilate even the most powerful of beings. Grey simply walked out of it.

No resistance. No struggle. He stepped forward, unfazed, his presence alone forcing the spell to collapse upon itself. The moment his foot touched the ground, the darkness dispersed like mist in the wind. LeBlanc's breath hitched as pure terror gripped her heart. "This isn't possible". "Is that all?" Grey asked, almost disappointed. LeBlanc snarled, summoning two massive obsidian spears from the ether, their tips radiating sheer destructive force. She launched them with all her might, warping space around them to accelerate their speed. "These will pierce anything". She had used them before to kill beings who were once thought invincible. The spears screamed through the air, cutting through reality itself as they homed in on their target. Grey caught them.

Not dodged. Not blocked. He simply caught them, his fingers closing around the lethal constructs as if they were nothing more than harmless twigs. The sheer impact should have shattered mountains, yet he didn't so much as flinch. With a flick of his wrist, the spears crumbled to dust. LeBlanc stared, wide-eyed, her body trembling. "This isn't a fight. This is a nightmare."

Grey clenched his fist experimentally. "I see," he muttered to himself, completely ignoring her. "Strength, speed, durability… all beyond measure. Regeneration remains untested, but I doubt it would disappoint." He rolled his shoulder, then glanced at LeBlanc with an expression that was more curiosity than anything else. "One last test." Before she could react, he stepped forward and let her attack.

LeBlanc saw the opportunity and took it. She didn't hesitate. Shadows coalesced around her as she channeled every ounce of her power into one final blow. She became the darkness, shifting her very essence into a spear of absolute destruction. A single thrust aimed directly at Grey's heart. A strike that had slain kings, monsters, and nightmares alike.

It connected. For a single moment, she thought she had won. Then, reality set in. Her weapon was stopped. Not by magic, not by resistance, but by sheer physical impossibility. It didn't pierce. It didn't scratch. It simply failed to even register as an attack against him. Her body, still mid-thrust, trembled as her mind struggled to comprehend what had happened.

Grey sighed. "Yeah, I thought so." He didn't move much. Just a simple flick of his finger against her forehead. It was enough to send her body hurtling across the city. She crashed through buildings, shattered bridges, and carved a trench into the earth itself before finally coming to a stop. Blood pooled around her as her body screamed in agony. She tried to stand, but her limbs wouldn't obey.

Grey landed beside her without a sound. He crouched down, looking at her with an expression that was almost amused. "You're still conscious. Impressive." LeBlanc's breath was ragged. She didn't speak. She couldn't. Amidst the destruction, Rachel appeared as she said, "Stop bullying her, we need to go back." Grey gave her a big, idiotic smile. "Yap, let's go. Plus, those plants are maturing soon. I need to make another demi-god grade potion," he said as he turned around and summoned the TARDIS just as Ambessa and her soldiers appeared. The first thing she saw was LeBlanc, whom she recognized immediately. Her shock was visible before she looked at Grey summoning the TARDIS as he and Rachel entered. She watched in utter shock as she saw the TARDIS create a hole in reality and leave. Before she finally registered what happened, she turned around and said, "I need another bath. Clean up."

Within the observatory, Grey and Rachel were once again having their dinner, which had been spoiled by LeBlanc earlier. As they watched the vast cosmos, they were happy, spending their time together in silence, enjoying each other's presence. Grey was once again smiling at her like he usually did. "What are you smiling at?" she asked with a slight smirk. "There is nothing more rewarding than watching you eat what I cooked," he said, making Rachel narrow her eyes as she gave him a slight smirk. "Not even when you create a new potion?" she asked as he gave her an idiotic smile. "Not even that," he replied. "Really? Because I don't see you doing your victory dance," she said, making Grey reply slyly, "I will do my victory dance when I get a kiss on the lips." Rachel chuckled. "Hmm," she hummed as they continued their dinner. After their meal, they leaned on each other's shoulders, watching the vast cosmos before Rachel fell asleep.

However, some time later, she woke up in the master bed, feeling the presence of a great cosmic horror approaching. She went to where Grey was and found him outside the TARDIS, staring in the direction of the horror. "Grey, what is happening?" she asked as she appeared beside him, looking ahead, but she received no response—nothing. "GREY." She quickly turned towards him, and that was when she noticed something was off. The usual Grey she knew was no more. His face was a mask of apathy, his once bright grey eyes now hollow voids, drained of warmth and wonder. The deep-set lines on his face told a story of endless repetition, each crease a silent scream of monotony. His expression was neutral, neither happy nor sad—just empty, as if emotions were distant memories, foreign and irrelevant.

He sighed as he lifted his hand. His movements were precise yet sluggish, as if every action was predetermined, a script he had acted out millions of times before. He did not fidget, did not hesitate; every step was mechanical, every breath measured. His posture was straight, not out of confidence, but out of muscle memory. There was no urgency, no fear, no excitement. His voice, if he even spoke, was flat, devoid of inflection. He did not smile, nor did he frown. He simply existed, as if he was trapped in the eternity of a single day. That was when Rachel realized something was wrong—something was gravely wrong. "Grey," she called out in a tone she only used when she was concerned. But they didn't have time to react, as in front of them was the cosmic horror.

The cosmic horror was an amorphous, ever-shifting mass of writhing tendrils, each the size of planetary rings, lined with countless eyes that saw across dimensions. Its true form could not be comprehended, as it existed in multiple layers of reality at once. Those who gazed upon it directly had their minds shattered into an infinite recursion of themselves, looping through the horrors they most feared. When it manifested in the physical plane, it appeared as a gargantuan void in the shape of a grotesque, pulsating mouth, large enough to swallow celestial bodies whole. Rachel was attempting to manifest her domain when suddenly, Grey's domain manifested, and for the first time, Rachel was terrified—not out of fear of dying, no, but out of fear for Grey. She knew Grey's domain of alchemy; she had seen his domain. However, the domain he currently expanded was so vast that it encompassed an entire galaxy—an entire galaxy, including the great cosmic horror, which was helplessly dragged into the domain, now its own actual pocket universe, where the laws of existence were written by Grey. Grey's form shifted, ever-changing, transforming from materials of every kind—solid, liquid, gas, organic, inorganic, material, or mystical—all kinds of materials, and so was the domain.

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A/N can you guys try to guess what happened to gray