Battle Between Trancendents Part 2 Final
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"You have pushed me further than anyone else, Garreck. I must thank you. At least your death will have meaning," I said, my voice cold and unwavering, even as I saw the rage in Garreck's eyes. He came at me with everything he had, a storm of fury.
The air itself trembled as his immense power gathered. I could feel it—a dark, oppressive force surging within him. It was the essence of Apotheosis, the first step toward transcending this world's boundaries. The very land around us seemed to buckle under the pressure of his aura.
There was no more time to waste. I knew this battle had to end now, before his power reached its peak. If he ascended any further, if he surpassed his limits, I would have no chance. My every instinct screamed that I had to stop him now—at this very instant.
"AHAHAHAHA! Can you feel it, you stupid brat? The very world itself seems to side with me. After I surpass transcendence, I shall show you what true power is!" Garreck's voice was a roar of pure rage. His words echoed through the shattered landscape as if the earth itself was shaking with his wrath. His aura expanded, becoming an almost tangible force, pushing against the world.
"You won't get that chance," I retorted, my voice icy and detached, a sharp contrast to his enraged tirade. I stepped forward, gathering every shred of my power. There was no turning back now.
I summoned the full might of my mana, forcing it into the Legacy artifact I had acquired. The artifact's core pulsed with energy, vibrating as it was overworked beyond its limits. I didn't care. I needed power, and I needed it now. My eyes glowed with intensity as I focused on the spell formation.
Runic Sigils appeared around me, a vast array of them spinning in the air. Five hundred. A precise, intricate pattern of ancient symbols and mystic power woven together into one massive spell circle. Each Sigil carried its own unique power, designed to amplify and amplify again, reinforcing the raw destructive force I was about to unleash.
But this wasn't just about mana. I was drawing upon something deeper—something far darker.
I dug deep within myself, calling upon every ounce of my soul power. My willpower became a weapon in its own right, a force that guided every sigil into place. The concepts of destruction, decay, and true death—those abstract, terrifying forces—were woven into the very fabric of the spell. Every rune, every glyph, was charged with this pure, unrelenting intent to annihilate.
I didn't know if this would work. The spell was beyond anything I had attempted before, and the consequences of failure were too high to imagine. But at this moment, I could feel no fear. I only felt cold, calculating determination. If this didn't stop Garreck, nothing else would.
"Sol Requiem!" I uttered the incantation, my voice ringing with finality. The words felt like a death knell, echoing through the ruins of the forest.
The result was immediate. A verdant beam of pure, unyielding white light erupted from the sigil circle. It was larger than a building, its raw energy practically distorting the air around it. The beam blazed forward like a divine executioner, unstoppable, relentless.
Garreck saw the beam coming, and for the first time, a flicker of uncertainty crossed his face. His power surged in response, his aura flaring like a second sun as he concentrated every bit of his strength into a barrier. I could feel the air around us crackling with the intensity of his effort. It wasn't just an ordinary defense—this was his attempt to hold back the power of a transcendent-level attack.
But even as Garreck poured all of his might into his defense, I could see it—the barrier faltering, wavering under the sheer weight of the beam. The Sol Requiem was too powerful. Even his rank-four defenses couldn't hold.
The beam collided with his aura, and in an instant, it melted through his defense as if it were butter. The force was overwhelming. The entire space shuddered, reality itself warping and bending under the pressure. The beam sliced through the air with a deafening roar, tearing through everything in its path.
The beam did not simply burn—it erased. The trees, the boulders, the monsters, and even the very earth itself were reduced to nothingness. It wasn't fire that consumed them; it was the absolute void of existence. Every particle, every molecule, every scrap of matter that the beam touched simply ceased to be. It was as if reality itself could no longer comprehend their existence.
The forest, which had stood for millennia, was wiped from existence in mere seconds. The very ground beneath us cracked, reality warping in a visible ripple as the beam traveled for hundreds kilometers, cutting a path of pure annihilation. Mountains crumbled, hills were flattened, and the space itself seemed to bend and crack as the beam continued its merciless advance. The sheer scale of the destruction was incomprehensible.
I didn't care about the devastation. I didn't care about what I had just destroyed. I felt no remorse—only the strange, unique sensation of something I had never felt before: exhaustion. As the beam faded, I collapsed to my knees, the weight of what I had just unleashed settling on me like a heavy mantle.
For the first time since I came to this world, I felt something akin to fatigue. I had never felt exhausted from using mana before. But now, after such an overwhelming exertion of power, I could feel it—something slipping away, something precious. My body ached, and my mind felt heavy. It wasn't just physical exhaustion; it was the sense of having stretched the limits of my being too far, too fast.
The sensation was alien and uncomfortable and i made a mental vow to never feel such and emotion again, but I couldn't afford to dwell on it. Not yet.
Garreck lay motionless on the ground, his body ravaged and broken by the sheer force of the Sol Requiem. His aura had dimmed, and the life flickering in his eyes was extinguished. He had been erased along with the very world around him. His final cries had been consumed by the void. There was no chance for him to rise again, slowly his body disappeared as if reality it self forgot what it was that was laying Down where he stood.
I sat there, panting, the weight of victory settling over me. The battle was over. Garreck would no longer rise to threaten the world.
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