King of succubus

Suddenly, the heavy energy that Askald and the others feel flies away like a weight that has finally been removed from their shoulders.

Against all odds, Askald and the others were not interrupted by the two guards until proven otherwise, both were on the ground, unconscious.

Therefore, Askald was able to enter Alvine's apartment, accompanied by Fy and Azalea.

But they were seized by another wave of shock when they saw that the room was empty and in a pitiful state as if the apocalypse had manifested itself within it.

Askald, like the others, was speechless; he leaned towards the ground and picked up one of the few pieces of debris still intact; …if the word intact was qualified to justify its condition.

In any case, he used this fragment of stone among other ash to scan the aura to find out what had happened in the room.

"You think it's...-

Fy did not dare to speculate too much on the situation by seeing Askald's face as dark as coal.

"They are no longer there," Askald mumbles his thoughts aloud while squeezing the rock plate that turned into dust under the effect of his brute force.

"They?" Azalea thinks about Askald's words while raising her eyebrows as she tries to get the same information as the others.

"...What should we do?" Unfortunately, her question seems to fall on deaf ears.

"Nothing at all," Askald answers Fy's question without thinking too much about it.

"Are you sure of that?" She persisted while wearing a dubious face.

Askald finally gets up and looks at the condition of the room over and over again. "To hope to do something, you must first find them; but yet, we already know the answer.

-And even if we manage to locate them, we won't be more or less than spectators…or even worse, dead weights." He enunciates before walking to the outside of the room.

"From right now, let's continue with our respective missions; I feel that the situation will no longer be as before when he returns." He gives this order before evaporating in front of the two women.

Subsequently, Sabrina and the others, who were slightly late, returned later.

--

Askald was not wrong about their inability to join Alvine and his clone.

Both were currently in an independent dimension and disconnected from everything; a dimension where bodily or intangible matter had no place.

A dimension only made up of black energy in its most perfect state.

Alvine, floating in the darkness, stared at his alter ego who was close to him to such an extent that he could touch him if he held out his hand while being far from him at incapable distances.

Space, time, water, fire, light, and more importantly, the atmosphere... these elements that make up a large part of the universe as it is, did not exist in this desolate place where a single law reigned supreme; darkness.

[It was clever to drag me with you to this place. You at least spared your so-to-be family from being annihilated by--

"Say me, why are you doing this?" Alvine cut him off in the middle of his jubilation while asking him this question.

His shadow's smile threatened to fade following Alvine's question.

[...]

Without saying anything more, he created a gigantic scythe whose blade alone was about ten meters long and three meters wide.

Seeing his decisive aura through his perception, Alvine shows a crazy smile while doing the same.

Then, the two suddenly vanished and crossed in the middle in an iron cross.

Their attacks, whose shock wave alone could raze a mountainous area in the plain, were strangely silent, without noise or shock wave!

Also part of the taboos in the dimension, the absence of shock waves and gusts of wind was not surprising.

But whether it was Alvine or his opponent, the two knew these mysteries more than anyone else; especially by feeling the monstrous strength of the other who pushed each of them back several hundred miles.



But they were all unscathed, without the slightest scratch on their scaly bodies.

In a fraction of a second, the two, synchronized as never seen, move to magical attacks with their terrific and unique laws.

But his enemy was slightly ahead of Alvine.

[Universal Law, devourer of blood and flesh!]

He thundered this incantation that he cast without needing to formulate the complete incantation.

Suddenly, Alvine's body turned pale followed by the frightening effects of his opponent's spell on him.

Even if nothing strange had manifested itself around or near Alvine following his shadow's incantation, Alvine faced a type of mystical attack that seemed impossible to counter.

His body instantly began to show signs of aging, starting with his face showing wrinkles, his bones weakening and his nerves contracting, causing him impossible pain.

But all these signs were not anything in front of what was really happening in his soul.

Seeing his degraded state like a mummy buried under ice for thousands of centuries, his shadow shows a sufficient smile on his black lips.

[Give up, you know that you're not tall in front of me.] His fulminates with disproportionate arrogance as his smile becomes more and more macabre.

But the second after, he stopped smiling when he saw Alvine spread both arms while clenching his teeth because of the efforts he was making to perform this simple action.

By having a more fragile body than an old century branch, while constantly feeling his life burning slowly, Alvine had no choice but to move up a gear; more precisely to change his strategy with the hope of reversing the trend in his favor.

But who's his shadow to allow him to go to the end of his actions?

A Saint? A pridest Knight like Darka? No, never like these guys he considers as the shittest!

With a simple beat of his huge wings, he erased the unfathomable distance between them, and then, by countless swings of his scythe, he had no difficulty transforming Alvine's body into a piece of microscopic pulpit.

But never satisfied with the result, three huge pearls of different colors simultaneously popped up between his three five-meter black horns and red.

The pearls were strongly similar to the Affinity pearls that Alvine used to use more frequently in his bloodiest battles.

In contrast, they were not only huge but also contained more than a billion powers compared to those formerly used by Alvine.

Like natural cataclysms, they proudly scolded above him with their colors as dazzling as they were destructive; as if they exhibited their powers in the soundless area.

As for their natures, it was not so difficult to guess; in the absence of the lightning that crackled on one of the three.

The last two were just as threatening as the first.

Then,

He controls one of the three spheres with his gravitational power after mumbling...

[Flame of nothingness!]

In a lightning surge, the colossal and spherical mass, similar to a nuclear-fusion sun, falls on what can be considered the remains of Alvine, reducing it to ashes.

But still not happy with his victory, or perhaps uncertain that his spell defeated Alvine, he immediately sends the other sphere that made black lightning crackle around it.

[Arcane of souls: absolute dark lightning!]

Just as with his first attack, the lightning sphere explodes at the same location as his first sphere.

His actions could be considered futile and crazy but faced with being able to reconstitute himself with his soul intact, it is not; no, far from there, it was even the right thing to do.

As a being sadly famous for his fierce battles against transcendent beings and beyond, no one was more qualified in this field than he was; killing beings like him.

But dissatisfaction soon twisted his facial nerves when he realized, through his eyes which could see beyond the visible, that Alvine's soul had fragmented into several pieces and that some debris could survive.

But immediately comes a Machiavellian smile worthy of the demon he is and has always been.

[Your tenacity does not surprise me, you are proudly worthy of being a part of me.]

While formulating this single sentence vehemently, he finally triggers the last sphere, as if he knew, from the beginning, that Alvine was going to survive his attacks, each of which… able to defeat any of his prey from the past.

The third sphere, being the smallest and most 'harmless' among its congeners, due to its silent character, is nevertheless the one that had taken more than fifty percent of his aura.

Smooth, black, and more importantly, silent, was the third sphere ( just screwed up to have the size of a basketball).

[Universal Law of Darkness, last form; return to origin!]

As soon as he had finished articulating this incantation, pearls of sweat were already sparkled on his forehead.

But it was only an insignificant detail compared to the real protagonist, the black spheres.

The latter, without moving from its place like its predecessors, instantly attacks the dimension of absolute vacuum.

Its role was not to target Alvine, but to devour what could not be devoured; vacuum.

-!!

But as it blossomed like a poisoned flower, something strange and inconceivable alarmed the 'winner' who was only waiting for cheers; Alvine's voice.

"You perfectly played your role as a bait; I congratulate you."

In addition to his voice, Alvine reappeared just behind his back, as if he had never been present from the beginning.

Tetanized by anxiety and frozen by a dread he had never felt before, the giant, measuring several hundred feet, did not dare to turn around even to make eye contact with the little ant that had just appeared.

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