Basil looked into her eyes, feeling the presence of death in their crowns. Maybe, it was more than an instance of threat. In fact, it got the best of him. But at that moment, in pace of time, he controlled his rage.
He breathed deeply, taking Keyla in his arms to get out of the restaurant. But as he got out of the restaurant, he got involved into a domain, making his life pale in comparison to the lonely soul of his life. At least, he could have done something to retaliate.
In that moment, he found himself in a cave, making the trip look worthwhile to put a smile on his face. This was more than a battle. It is what he expected from the only empress that he had heard of in this world.
After all, it was not an adventure, the scale of perfection in the world of terraria. That makes me think he was overwhelmed by the chance to take over her death empire.
Nix: Oh! I did not know you would be that eager to get to know me. In this world, very few people know what I am capable of. This is for you to engrave into your tomb. At least, it will teach you to know your place. But this is just the beginning, I will torture you to get that sign.
Basil panicked a bit. No one knew that his star was capable of devouring souls along with power, but he had activated because of his mental energy. He could not actually get over the death of his mother. This made him think that she was allied with his enemies.
I do not know who you are, but you have, undoubtedly, been colluding with my enemies. These shadows of the past will never leave me. In that aspect, I could never actually, the most excruciating event, the death of my mother. This would actually make me crave death itself. Now, there is no doubt that you have been sent by these people. I will not let you go anyhow. Basil shouted at Nix whose power only increased in darkness.
As for Basil, he transformed into a nine white headed dragon, reaching the height of 2000 meters. Every head was a testament of strength, resilience, perseverance, endurance, fire and burning stat. it was like he had become flame incarnate.
Flame is the natural inclination of what life becomes when getting to know the deep fire we chase after. Initially, it stars as a deep process of helping the self get closer to its fulfilment. That fulfilment usually get flustered and ignored in the past. That does not make any less valuable for individual who are normal and do not want to get ahead of what they can actually do for others.
This is the commandment of the hero that goes back to the origin of his trip. In that regard, nothing can hold himself back. But he becomes the initial product of his real potential. Here Basil tells us that he can overcome death. However, he needs more than determination in his pursuit of super authority in the wills. That would make him more aligned with the will.
Most people go away from the light, taking a shape of fire in the desolate cosmos of inestablity.
Basil: HAHAHA! AS I THOUGHT, nothing can make it last faster than a trip in the breasts of power. I hope she can be alright. I mean, it is not like you know power personally. This has been such an exciting trip for me to enjoy. At least, you would have to endure this battle. Hmmm… I should seriously consider taking you with me. It would be helpful for me to have another woman by my side. This can take my level to a new whole perspective. I guess this cannot actually see the end of the road.
Just as he was about to hit her, everything went black as if the eternal darkness had devoured him alive. Nothing could come out of him, but at least, it was enough to touch his heart, making him see the darkness of his shadow and the universe in his being.
Nix: you would like me to go away or tell you how much you have hurt me... I love you for what you are. Even if you do not see me in your heart, I can still love you. I was reincarnated in the body of this girl. It has been 30 years. Now, you are here. I have broken my shackles, breaking through the multiversal level. At least, let me hold you for this time. I know how much you have been hurt. I am sorry for not being there when your mother was killed… AH! I am really sorry.
As the darkness embraced his body, he could feel how his body was pampered by tears and fluid, taking down to misery. This made him feel as if he being drowned in temptation and sadness. That has taken him to a new whole level, slowly healing him in the inside. That part of him and the stigma of his mother were healing along with his being and self.
There was no entity that annoyed him more than death. But at this moment, he felt that death was closer to him.
They got home after undoing the domain, making the night just a fantasy of a dazzling future. That made him grow closer to him, getting her to know his empire, which was growing stronger day by day.
I have heard people saying I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain. But I am loved by death itself.