Turning-Chapter 845

From the darkness, a figure materialized in full color—Kishiar, clad in his white-gloved commander’s uniform. The outline of his body flickered, unsteady, as if it might crumble and scatter at any moment. The sight of that golden-haired man, wearing Kishiar’s face, made irritation surge in Yuder’s chest. His grip on the sword tightened.

“...You really think I’d fall for the same illusion twice in a day?”

“At least you didn’t cut me down the moment I appeared. That’s enough.”

Yuder hadn’t expected an answer—but unexpectedly, Kishiar spoke. Yet the voice that came out wasn’t the soft baritone typical of Kishiar.

It was cracked, rough, and soaked in blood.

Yuder narrowed his eyes coldly and spoke the owner’s name.

“You still had enough sense left to pull a stunt like this, Naham?”

At that, Kishiar—or rather, Naham—curled his lips into a smile.

Though the face was Kishiar’s, the expression was so utterly different, so unmistakably wrong, it was impossible to confuse.

“It’s not that I had anything left... I’ve simply gained the power to cast off the limits of my cumbersome flesh.”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“Shall I say I’ve layered an illusion over my own self, so that I can exist before your eyes like this? Do you understand?”

“...”

Even if he was able to move more freely using illusions, Naham’s real body was still being destroyed by the rampage. That fact hadn’t changed. But Naham didn’t seem to care.

‘It’s not that he’s truly unaffected... He’s simply too far gone to think about it anymore.’

Seeing him speak like that while wearing Kishiar’s skin only made it more obvious how insane he’d become. Whether that was a strength or not was hard to say.

Yuder stared ahead and exhaled deeply.

“I don’t know exactly what state you’re in, Naham, but you’ve lost control. The power you think you’re wielding is just ash fueled by your life force. Soon, even that will vanish.”

“Lost control? You call this a rampage?”

Naham tilted his head with a laugh.

“That’s right.”

“Ahh... I see. That makes sense. Maybe that’s why I feel so overflowing with power. Then it’s not so bad. It’s been so long since I felt this free.”

“Whether you die screaming in agony or at someone else’s hand, that’s all that’s left for you now.”

“I feel just fine. No pain at all. If you hadn’t stood in my way, I’d have already gone outside... and delivered the punishment to my true targets of revenge.”

True targets of revenge. So Naham had read Hosanra’s memories after all.

Yuder thought that far, but replied casually, shifting the conversation.

“True targets of revenge... The Sage is already in our hands. Give it up.”

“Hah. No. That old, arrogant liar doesn’t matter anymore. The ones I’m after are far worse—more vile, more deserving of death. The maggots of this southern land, who crushed countless people and created original sin—”

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Just as Naham’s rant, drunk on hatred, began to unravel and the illusion wavered, Yuder lashed out, slicing across the chest of the illusion in a flash.

It should’ve been a perfect strike, but the illusion simply split in two, vanished, and then reappeared behind Yuder without warning.

Still wearing Kishiar’s smiling face, Naham chuckled again.

“Goodness... Even after all that fighting, you’ve still got that much energy. Impressive. Truly impressive.”

“...”

“You didn’t even hesitate to slash someone you kissed just moments ago. What if it had been real?”

Instead of replying, Yuder used his power again. The illusion burned up in roaring flames—only to reappear from another direction.

“Come to think of it, I always found it strange. That the Cavalry Commander was what your brother feared most, yet the two of you were so close. Close enough to break taboos. What kind of relationship is that? I’ve seen many people’s fears over the years, but never a case like this between siblings. I just couldn’t figure it out.”

A blast of wind scattered the illusion.

“But then I looked into the Commander’s fear—and lo and behold, your brother appeared there too. Did you know that?”

A sharp stream of ice, like a blade, pierced through the illusion’s face mid-sentence.

“You’re not surprised. That’s odd. But the strangest part... was just now. Do you know what I’m going to say?”

As he spoke, Naham’s voice echoed from all directions, his illusions repeatedly torn apart by Yuder’s relentless power yet reforming like ghosts around him.

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—Most of the enemies you struggled with were Awakeners.

—Awakeners of unfathomable strength, unseen and unheard by anyone else.

—They all called you the Cavalry Commander.

—They spoke casually of names that don’t exist in this time.

—They talked about political landscapes that never happened here.

—People who existed, but don’t exist.

—Who were they?

—And who are you, who fought them?

—And what exactly is this Cavalry Commander you fear?

‘...You bastard.’

Of course. Naham had been conjuring illusions of Yuder’s past-life enemies not just to attack him, but to dig for information.

Because he was too damn clever, he’d picked up bits and pieces and thrown them back at Yuder, rattling him each time.

Yuder didn’t want to waver. But no matter how strong his will, it was impossible not to be shaken. And every time he wavered, the illusion fed off that and grew stronger.

The illusion of Kishiar became more distinct, its voice mingling with Naham’s.

—Is the source of your brother’s immense power and knowledge hidden in this secret? Am I right? What’s the answer?

—What is it? What’s the truth?

Back and forth between Naham’s voice and Kishiar’s.

The illusion grew larger and clearer, swelling as if to crush Yuder. He knew this was Naham’s decisive move.

But Yuder hadn’t waited all this time just to take a beating.

People are most vulnerable the moment they abandon defense and go on the offensive.

That was why right now—while Naham was overextended, his illusion unnaturally expanded by his rampage—was the most fragile moment.

“Shut up!”

Yuder clenched his fist, then slammed it into the ground and opened it.

Instantly, the power of the earth surged, shaking the entire area around him.

The shadow barrier that made up this space began to tremble along with it—but Yuder trusted Kishiar and Gakein.

‘Not yet. Just a little longer...!’

Before Naham’s illusions could get any deeper into Yuder’s mind, and before Kishiar’s protective spell wore off, he had to shatter the illusion and find the real Naham.

Yuder poured out more power. The ground, endlessly drinking in his energy, trembled as if about to collapse. He unleashed an inescapable attack—no matter where Naham was hiding.

How long had he kept at it?

Finally, the babbling illusion of Kishiar shattered into pieces.

—Guh, urgh...!

If he couldn’t find the source directly, then shaking everything down was the right call. Yuder had burned a massive amount of strength—but with that obnoxious illusion gone, it was far easier to breathe.

‘Where is he?’

Using the moment the illusion broke as a clue, Yuder turned his head.

Amid bloodshot vision, a shadow in the darkness caught his eye.

“There you are.”