"You stopped my attack."
Even after saying it, the words didn't feel real.
So he asked, "How did you do that?"
Nameless Death coughed.
A trickle of blood ran from the corner of his mouth as he replied, "I learned… after… watching you… Cough! Cough!"
The dust fully cleared, revealing what remained of his broken frame.
Barbatos' Death elementals still clung to him, eating away at both body and soul.
Nameless Death had tried to regenerate, reconstruct, and even resurrect himself.
None of it worked. Barbatos' Death wouldn't leave him alone. It was like rot that ignored time and space, eating through every defense he summoned.
He couldn't heal.
"You learned it?" Barbatos asked, eyes narrowing. "But you—"
He stopped himself.
He'd seen countless geniuses in his lifetime, but this… this didn't fit any mold.
The first time he used that technique, Nameless Death died instantly.
He hadn't even seen the attack. There had been no defense, no reaction, just a corpse left standing.
