Eternal Undying Chronicles-Chapter 207: Anticlimactic

The world had changed. Day had become night, and the night was filled with countless stars. It was almost as if the unseen sovereign wanted to let Zagarath know… the darkest nights had the brightest stars… and no suffering lasted forever.

His resentment and rage had reached up to the heavens, and the creator of their universe had heard him—reaching out with his boon.

However, the unseen sovereign wasn't a benevolent god… neither was he malevolent. If anything, he was a god of duality… and that was why he did not give out his boons for free.

Everyone who awakened a true name received a boon from him. If you awakened all four parts of your true name… you received four boons. However, of those four, one would always be a weakness to you.

And the unseen sovereign, in all his glory, had announced Zagarath's complete true name to them all—using the voice of the universe.

Which evened the playing field… for Alicarde.

But the odds were still far from fair. Zagarath had been given a complete true name and all the power that came with it. Worst of all, he had been granted the attribute Immortal Slayer.

It was all but over for Alicarde. One hit from Zagarath, and even the two layers of immortality he had would end. The first layer came from his nature as an undying. The second was the boon from his true name.

Even then, he felt it—the visceral sensation he thought he would never feel again.

It was death.

Plain and simple.

A cold chill ran down his spine. At the same time, he felt his sword tremble. However, its tremble didn't come from fear. Instead… it came from exhilaration. It was excited.

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Zagarath's body inflated with power. His every pore opened. He had been blessed, and he knew it. So from where he lay before Alicarde, full of lethal injuries, he laughed.

"Hhahahahahaha! I have wo—"

A severed head flew to the side, and Zagarath's laugh came to an end. Blood pooled on the ground like a fountain.

As his head touched the ground, the last thing he saw was Alicarde standing there with a glowing sword in hand.

And his cold voice—

"This isn't some Power Rangers shit… as if I was going to let you power up."

Just like that… after everything… Zagarath's eyes remained open. And he died.

It was quick and anticlimactic.

There was no epic battle.

There were no high stakes.

There was no massive collateral damage.

No allies were lost.

It was just over.

[You have failed your trial, Vinctus.]

[Your soul has been claimed by the ******.]

[Aeternus is victorious.]

Alicarde felt the sword in his hand drink something from Zagarath's body… it sucked in his very essence. As it did, the glow on the blade dimmed. And on the cold, flat side near its hilt, runes appeared.

Alicarde fell to his knees. That single instant had been the most difficult of his life. The pressure was enormous, and he knew—if he hadn't struck first, they all would have died.

They never even had a decent fighting chance.

He wouldn't have even come to his senses… if his sword hadn't reacted to the changes.

He looked up at the starry sky.

Its vastness was infinite, and in the grand scale of things, he was nothing more than an insect.

He rose, holding his sword… he heard the faint sounds of hooves in the distance as a black bicorn came into view.

Malefica jumped down from the bicorn, running toward him, covered in blood that was obviously not her own. She stopped in front of Alicarde, clasping his face in her hands.

"Are you okay?"

Alicarde nodded.

"Yeah… I think so…"

The familiar sound of footsteps reached his ears, and soon, Carrisa came into view.

She glanced at Malefica, then at Alicarde.

"Alicarde, are you unharmed?"

"Yeah I think so… maybe… i am not…."

He turned to face her. His expression remained hidden under the darkness of his hood, but Carrisa understood how he felt. How could she not?

After what must have felt like an eternity, he had slain his greatest enemy.

His revenge was complete.

She walked to his side and glanced at Malefica.

"Excuse me."

Malefica looked at her.

"Ahm… sorry…"

Malefica slowly moved aside while Carrisa glared at her.

Alicarde might have noticed the awkwardness of it all—Carrisa glaring at Malefica, Malefica staring back with an uncharacteristically awkward expression—except he was too caught up in his own feelings. He didn't even seem to register it.

A god had answered Zagarath's resentment… his rage had reached an actual god..

'What life did he live… why was he so…full of resentment..'

Alicarde had always thought of Zagarath as a cookie cutter villian never as a person. He did not see him as a creature with feelings.

Just an enemy to overcome.

More importantly… the creator was actually real, Carrisa had taught him as much but he merely took it as her being slightly religious.

He was tired… he wanted to put down his sword… he wanted to go home… he wanted to see his mom and his sisters.

He felt the subtle presence of Argint, her claws slick with blood. He sensed a mist in the air as Elizalina materialized. He heard the gentle footsteps of Amena.

In the distance, the sound of Strigoi dying filled the air as the battlefield was slowly brought under their control, the nightshade ending the last of them.

He slowly stood up and glanced at them.

"It's over… we won…"

The sky returned to normal, and the sun began to shine as the last of the stars faded.

A sudden, massive boom echoed in the distance.

Alicarde turned just in time to witness a massive spatial anomaly tear open. From the gaping hole in space, water came gushing out.

Carrisa's eyes widened as she turned toward the horizon, her gaze locked on the docks.

Her expression contorted.

She felt it—the familiar aura of the Nexus blooming, only to immediately fade away into the distant sea.

"The Nexus Key…"