Chapter 94: The Final Century of Burning and the Lament of the Universe
A hail of black blood and purple light covered the entire cemetery. As reality bent before the black and green power of Rina, the universe entered a new phase of existence. The silence that emerged was no ordinary silence; it was the silence of the "Cup of Wrath" reaching its brim. The earth of the cemetery cracked like the skin of an old man, and from every fissure, an ancient scream echoed out. Rina and Diari stood at the center of this devastation—two bodies that no longer belonged to this world, but had become two open gateways to an eternal hell.
Toward the Peak of Agony: Reaching 100%
Rina looked at Diari, her black and green eyes brimming with bloody tears. "Diari... the time has come," she said in a voice that resonated like the vibration of thousands of iron chains. Diari, whose purple aura had shifted to a deep red like clotted blood, nodded his head. Together, they decided to shatter the final boundaries.
When they reached the 100% Awakening Level, the universe trembled. This was no longer merely power; it was "Self-Immolation." Rina and Diari's bodies began to deconstruct; their cells exploded one by one and were reconstructed from raw energy. Their bones made a cracking sound so profound it was heard across all dimensions. This was a pain that no language can describe—it was as if you were being killed and resurrected thousands of times every second. Their skin burned and turned to vapor, yet the will for revenge held them together. They had become "Destroying Angels," shaking the world with their own agony.
The Begging of a God: Malakor's Lamentation
Malakor, the Obsidian King who had lived on the blood of the innocent for ten thousand years, was now on his knees. The power enveloping Rina and Diari had pulverized all of his dark shields. Malakor fell into a state of pleading; his raspy, terrifying voice had turned into a faint whimper.
"I beg of you... stop!" Malakor screamed as he began to kiss the soil soaked with the blood of Rina's ancestors. "I will return everything to you! Your kingdom, your parents... just do not burn me! This pain is too much! My soul is perishing!" The monster who once laughed at the agony of others was now writhing and begging in the dust like a cowardly child. But Rina and Diari had no mercy. Every plea from Malakor only fueled the fires of their vengeance.
An Infinite and Torturous Revenge
Rina, with those green and black wings that now stretched toward the sky, moved toward Malakor. With her glowing hands, she reached directly into Malakor's chest and tore out his "Soul Core." Rina did not kill him; instead, she began to tear his soul apart, piece by piece.
On the other side, Diari used his purple sword—now shining with 100% radiance—to sever Malakor's limbs, repeatedly binding them back with the magic of "Eternal Pain." Malakor was lost in a scream so piercing that even the demons in the depths of hell heard it and were terrified. Rina poured her grandfather's green poison into Malakor's veins; it acted like a searing acid, melting every Obsidian cell, yet she would not let him die—only so he would suffer more.
This was not a war; it was a "Slow Slaughter." Every drop of Malakor's black blood that fell to the ground was turned into green fire by Rina's 100% power and forced back into his body.
The Emergence of The Forbidden Sound
In the midst of this torture and Malakor's screams, everything suddenly stopped. Even the wind ceased to blow. From the depths of the violet sky, a heavy and low sound emerged. The sound was not human, nor of a god, nor of any known being. It sounded like the "grinding of two planets" or the "tearing of the universe's veil."
This sound—The Void Hum—carried a vibration that threatened to tear Rina and Diari's bodies into fragments. The sound was like a thousand-year-old whisper saying: "It is time to surrender the souls..." Rina and Diari, despite being at the peak of 100% power, felt this sound draining all of their energy. Their pain reached a level where even screaming offered no relief. They stood between existence and non-existence while Malakor, beneath their feet, was turning into absolute ash. But this sound was a sign of something much greater—something that even the Silver Nation, in its most ancient records, had only mentioned with terror...
Written by:Dlin_myth