Swarm Tyrant's Perspective:
Who… is this woman?
I flapped my wings, tearing wind and blood through the air, pulling myself back—away.Away from her.
But her eyes…Those red eyes.
They weren't like the others.
Hateful.
Her stare burned into my spine. And then—
Thorns.
Thorns erupted from the ground like the fingers of a dying god, wrapping around my leg mid-flight.
They pulled me. And she—She flew straight at me, boots glinting with a dark shimmer.
"Hrk—?!"
Her foot slammed into my chest with brutal precision.
My body spiraled backward.Bones cracked.Wings shuddered.
I snarled, immediately triggering regeneration protocols—cells rapidly rebuilding from the point of impact.
But—
…Nothing happened.
What?
I stared at my chest.Tissue refused to knit. The bleeding worsened.
What did she—?
"Once I kill your regeneration," she said, floating midair, her snowy-white hair flowing like it belonged to the wind.
"You're nothing but a trash insect to be crushed."
I let out a distorted screech, trying to break the thorns, but she was already moving—Fast. Too fast.
Her chains lashed at me from above—cursed steel engraved with negative emotions I didn't understand.
Hate.Grief.Love twisted into wrath.
I blocked them with hardened armor—but she switched tactics. Thorns curved from below, catching the edges of my torso. They weren't just sharp—they were draining me, weakening every inch of my body they touched.
I grew stronger with every second. My body evolved in real-time. Scales thickened. Joints moved faster.
I adapted.
I should've overwhelmed her.
But she was evolving too.
Not biologically—mentally.
Her magic patterns changed mid-attack. She never cast the same sequence twice. She'd wrap me in emotion-cursed chains, and when I developed resistance, she'd flood me with thorns soaked in withering decay.
When I adapted to the thorns, she tore them off herself and used her own blood to fuel the next attack.
Madness.
This girl…She doesn't stop to think. She becomes whatever she has to be to break me.
She—
No. She slipped. Just now.
Now!
I exploded forward—blades drawn from bone, claws sharpened by the absorption of three hundred human techniques.
Speed beyond human sight.I aimed for her neck.
I could already see it—Her head dropping from her shoulders.The last flicker of defiance gone from her eyes.
And then—
SHZZZMMM—!
A beam of light tore through the air, colliding with my neck.
AGGHHH—!!
I reeled back, body spasming from the sheer force of it. Smoke and light clashed against my bones.
That boy. The one of light.
Celia's lips curled into a smile.
"Squish, squish."
Chains erupted again—this time wrapping around her legs as she lifted herself high above me like a monster.
And before I could flap my wings—Before I could recover—She stomped on my head midair, riding the momentum of the beam, sending my body hurtling toward the earth.
I crashed into the crater like a meteor.
Everything. Hurt.
Above me, I heard the lightborn boy speak, calm as ever.
"Just as we planned." Said Lucas.
Celia landed beside him, chains dragging behind her, thorns blooming in her shadow.
She didn't even look at me.
"It's time the calamity faces death."
What… am I?
This body. This strength.These minds I've devoured. These spells I've changed my body against.
Memories of a life. Childhood. Friends.Laughter and hatred... warmth and betrayal.
I feel it all.But I do not understand.
I remember it.The one who stood over my last corpse, glowing eyes around it.
The Silent Executioner.
It just whispered: "You're not human. You never were."
Why does that echo so loud in me?Why does that hurt more than death?
I was born from pain. From the rot of mankind.And yet…I want to be more.
But they won't let me.
They burn me.They rip me apart.They call me calamity. Disaster. Monster.
If that's all I am—THEN I WILL BE IT.
The battlefield cracked.
I let go of reason. Let go of form.My body tore itself open—then rebuilt itself stronger.
Faster.
Dark wings expanded, now laced with pulsating veins of cursed energy.
My claws glowed with poison that mocked magic. My regeneration evolved past any limitations.
I screamed—and the sky screamed with me.
They charged.
Celia first, flying across the air with her chains in full motion, thorns blooming behind her like a cursed storm.
Lucas followed, mirrors of light snapping into place around him, forming a divine geometry of pure order.
She slashed.He aimed.
She twisted her chains around my leg—He fired a beam directly down the gap she made.I dodged midair—but a thorn lanced up from beneath, stabbing through my side.
"You're getting slower, pest." Celia taunted, flipping over my head and dragging me downward.
I fought back, slashing through the sky, claws splitting wind apart—Lucas slid under, a barrier shattering my strike mid-swing, giving Celia the window to land a curse-marked blow to my temple.
We fought through the air. Through the broken rooftops. Down the main avenue where humans once ran.
Now it was only us.
A mirror of sun burst from his side—A burning thorn erupted from hers.
When I adapted to fire—Lucas switched to light compression, blades made of condensed light.
When I evolved to resist light—Celia dipped her chain in her own blood, chanting an ancient curse that made my bones ache.
But I was still faster. Still stronger.
I caught Lucas mid-step, my claw slicing through his barrier just enough—Poison dripped from my arm as I slashed for his heart.
Finally.
Finally—
And then—Nothing.
A golden shield shimmered around him.
"Got em."
Divine Protection: Poison Nullification
My claw touched it—And all I felt was hollow.
My vision trembled..
I was losing consciousness.
Why?
Why?!
"Die."
I heard her voice behind me.
Celia.
She grabbed my neck with her bare hand, her chain still wrapped around my shoulder. I twisted—tried to fight—but she was already moving.
She slammed me into the ground with a scream of rage. Stone exploded around my skull.
And then—Her foot came down.Once.
Straight into my face.
My vision went white.
Lucas's voice followed, calm and final:
"As long as she and I fight together… you'll never defeat us."
The pressure faded from my neck.I opened my broken eyes.
Celia stood over me.Her foot hovering.
But she didn't press again.
She stared at me.Not with fury.Not with pity.
Something in between.
Then she turned, her voice low and bitter.
"…Pathetic."
Celia's Perspective:
I stared down at the monster—no, the pathetic thing beneath my boot.
It wasn't the same anymore.
Not the towering, grotesque calamity that once wiped out hundreds and tore the sky in half.Now it was just… squirming. Dying.
Breathing only because I allowed it to.A crawling, gasping insect with barely a spine to look me in the eye.
"I lost to you once," I whispered, my voice hollow, "and I don't lose twice."
But it didn't matter.
None of it did.
I had already won.
Withering Touch—my thorns had done what they were meant to. Needle after needle, tiny touches over time, slipping decay into its strongest trait. I corrupted its regeneration, killed it from within.
I should've smiled.I should've felt pride.
But all I felt was this strange silence in my chest.Like something important had gone missing and no one had noticed except me.
Still, I crouched beside it, forcing my voice into calm.
"I have a question before I kill you."
It tried to regenerate again—panicked, desperate. But my boot crashed into its jaw, searing Withering decay into its already fractured skull.It shrieked.
Good.
"You'll answer me," I whispered. "Because you're not getting another chance."
But before I could say more—A flicker.Something fell from the sky, soft, slow… like a leaf.
No, not a leaf.
A piece of paper.
I blinked, watching it spiral downward. The air around it was quiet, far too quiet for this battlefield. Even the Swarm Tyrant seemed to pause. Like fate held its breath.
I saw it.
The name.
"Kaiser."
Written in blood...
The strokes, firm and angled.That slight mark he always left at the end of his "r."
I stepped forward slowly.Hands trembling.Fingers brushing the edge of the paper as it settled into my palms.
"Where… did this come from…?"
My voice cracked.
Lucas looked up, scanning the skies, then spoke gently."I believe it was attached to the Swarm Tyrant's inner armor. When you kicked it down, it must've come loose."
No.
No, no, no—That can't be.
I dropped to my knees before I could stop myself, the edges of the paper cutting into my fingers.
This meant...
Kaiser… was gone.
Forever.
"N-No... it... it has to be... wrong," I stuttered, the words falling apart in my throat like glass."The letter… the star trinket… it—if fate really let it fall here—then…"
Then these were his last words.And he was…He was...
"What happened to the ones you took?" I asked, voice hoarse, breath caught. My vision was already a blur and I hadn't even realized I was crying.
The Swarm Tyrant's broken head lifted just slightly. It hissed, twitching, before rasping out the truth.
"All the humans… were killed."
No.
Please, please...
I bit down on my lip until it bled. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't even think.Still—I needed to know.
"Was there… someone with black hair? Blue eyes…?"
Lucas looked at me then, really looked. I saw it—his surprise, deep and sharp, buried in that unshaken face.
Even he didn't expect that question from me.
But the Swarm Tyrant did not hesitate.
It met my eyes with the twisted joy of a monster who had remembered the pain it caused.
"Yes," it said. "I remember one.I killed him myself.Choked him.Crushed his ribs.He screamed—then I snapped his neck."
I didn't feel rage.
I didn't feel anything.
My legs gave out. Just like that.
No sounds. No screams. No light. No Lucas. No grotesques. Just a moment frozen in time where everything inside me began to collapse.
Piece.
By piece.
By piece.
And there was no one here to stop it.
Lucas – Perspective
「Warning: Emotional resonance scan complete. Hatred—gone.Disgust—gone. Vengeance—evaporated. Remaining signal: heartbreak.」
...System? You good?
I glanced to the side and froze.
Celia was on her knees, shaking. Shoulders trembling like her whole body forgot how to breathe. She clutched some bloodstained paper like it was the only thing keeping her soul from falling apart.
"Celia?!" I called out.
No answer.
Just another sob—louder this time. Heart-splitting.
Gods... what the hell happened?
「Update: Subject Celia's cursed energy has fully dissipated. System warns: maintain distance. Emotional magic state now inactive.」
Wait—what?
I turned just as the air snapped behind me.
Reflexes kicked in.
"System, dodge—!"
「Activating Divine Protection: Lightstep II. Speed increased 175%. You're welcome, speed junkie.」
The wind howled as I blinked sideways, barely slipping away from the claw that should've ended me. My boots scraped through cracked stone. The Swarm Tyrant's eyes—those sick, glowing voids—locked back onto me.
And I realized something worse.
Celia's curse was gone.
We had planned this fight down to every thorn. Her Withering Touch, laced with cursed decay, would slowly drop its regeneration and reaction time every time she landed a hit. My light barriers and beams would keep it pressured and pinned while she chipped it away.
But now—
Now all of that was gone.
"System, curse magic—go, go, go!"
「You're adorable. Unfortunately, host's mana is entirely celestial. Cursed magic unavailable. Maybe try being edgy next time.」
I gritted my teeth. "This isn't the time for comedy!"
「And yet you keep living like a stand-up act.」
I scanned the field, breath short. Celia still hadn't moved. She wasn't glowing. Her chains weren't alive like before.
Her eyes… weren't even open anymore. Just red, puffy, full of tears.
She was completely vulnerable.
Then the Swarm Tyrant saw it too.
It didn't hesitate.Didn't roar.Didn't monologue.
It just moved.
Faster than a thought.Claws raised.Going straight for her.
"Celia—!"I cast a barrier in front of her.
Crack.
Gone in one hit.
I shot a beam—mirror-fired, focused with max light compression.
Shatter.
It grabbed the beam with its hand—**its freaking hand—**and broke it.
「Warning: Enemy has adapted to celestial light. Resistance rising.This is your villain arc moment.」
"Yeah, no sh—!"
I lunged, trying to block again, but I knew I was late.
It reached her.
And Celia…She just whispered, stuttering in a breath that I couldn't hear properly.
"...Kai…ser…"
I clenched my teeth, helpless, as the monster raised its claws for her neck—
Schlikk.
The Tyrant's hand fell to the ground.
Gone. Clean slice. A spray of dark blood followed.
What?
I blinked. Its entire wrist was severed.
"Celia?!"
She hadn't moved. Still sobbing. Still staring at nothing.
But one of her chains…It had moved on its own.
「System Update: Subject Celia's emotional state is in total suppression.All external expressions frozen. However, focused grief has triggered subconscious magical retaliation. In short: she's so sad, she's subconsciously going to kill anything that gets around her.」
...That's horrifying. And kind of amazing. But mostly horrifying.
The Swarm Tyrant staggered back, letting out a guttural hiss.
Then it turned its gaze toward me again, a voice finally curling out of its throat.
"You're all alone now, human."
Its arm began to regrow—flesh bubbling, veins snapping back into place in just under seven seconds.
Interesting...
900 HP / 1250 MPLightstep II – ActivePoison Nullification – ActiveVisionary Sight – Locked InSystem, I hope you're ready, 'cause I'm about to break every bone in this shiny body if you don't keep me alive.
「Considering your odds, I've already planned your funeral playlist.」...Cute.
The Swarm Tyrant's severed hand flopped near Celia's boots—but it was already reforming. Skin bubbled. Bone cracked back into place like a grotesque jigsaw.
I didn't wait.
"Light Construct: Multi-Mirror Lens!"
Ten angled panes of light surrounded me, shimmering like glass, all rotating midair. Reflected sunlight split into needles of focused energy—and I let them loose.
Flash! Flash! Flash!
Each beam slammed into the Tyrant from different sides, but it twisted—**literally twisted—**its spine to dodge them, leapt up, and slammed into the ground like a comet.
I flew back.
HP: -78Oh great, the bastard just cracked my ribs through a light barrier.
"System—!"
「Got it. Activating Celestial Magic: Prism Guard.」
Light surged around my body like an armor made of broken stars—spinning, refracting, orbiting me like sentient particles. Just in time too.
Because he rushed me again.
Claws first. Then the jaw.
It bit toward my shoulder—I blocked with a Light Dagger, sparks flying as fangs scraped against the radiant edge. One claw sliced my side—ripped skin—but Prism Guard flared and absorbed most of the venom before it hit bloodstream.
I slid under its leg and launched "Flash Net"—a light magic trap that bursts with reflection if touched.
The Tyrant flew up to avoid it.
...It learned.Fast.
「Scan: Biological adaptability detected. Neural adjustments complete. Light frequency resistance rising. Threat Level: Escalating.」
"Of course it is," I muttered, "why wouldn't it?"
It swooped back in, trying to take me in the air.
I kicked off the ground and shouted, "Celestial Magic: Skyfall Sanctuary!"
A massive sigil formed overhead—white and blue, like divine snowfall etched in holy script. A shield of falling constellations formed, each star pulsing.
BOOM!
He crashed into the celestial barrier—and it held.
...For two seconds.
Then his wing speared straight through it. Damn.
We clashed mid-air, my light dagger meeting his claw. I spun sideways, letting a mirror reflect the sun behind me, blinding him just long enough to slash across his chest.
Direct Hit!
But his body hardened. It shimmered like chitin—no, evolved skin.
The next dagger strike… barely cut him.
He was adapting faster than before.
「System analysis: Biological armor enhanced against physical and reflective kinetic attacks. User damage output: Halved.」
"Thanks, doc, really helpful!"
He dove again—this time I let him.
"Celestial Magic: Halo Anchor!"
Chains of divine light shot up from the ground, snagging his limbs and dragging him down—but he roared and snapped them like threads.
He grabbed me by the chest.
Shit—
I reversed gravity with "Wind Updraft" and spun out, landing awkwardly. My ankle screamed in pain.
HP: -112Remaining: 710/900
"You're one ugly evolution trash," I spat.
「Observation: You can't keep up forever. Try dying slower.」
I grinned.
Then it shrieked.
Not at me.
Outward.
All across the sky and ground—grotesques paused.
Then turned.
Then charged.
An army.
"...This just got worse."
And in the middle of it all, the Tyrant stared at me with glowing hunger.
"You're all alone now, human," it hissed again.
Maybe.
But I'd rather die alone than let this monster win.
I cracked my neck, light forming daggers in both hands, eyes burning bright."Bring it on, pestilence."
Let's see who breaks first.
The sky was bleeding grotesques.
They poured from the from hell. Wings, teeth, claws, venom—and one singular will connecting them all.
The Swarm Tyrant.
And me? I stood in the middle of a battlefield, surrounded. One against hundreds.
No, not hundreds.
Thousands.
「Your odds of survival have dropped to below 4%. Would you like to draft a farewell letter?」
"Shut it."
I didn't need odds. I needed time.
They charged.
I spun. "Celestial Magic: Halo Ring Detonation!"
A spinning ring of celestial light burst around me, casting a shockwave laced with divine script. The nearest grotesques were shredded apart mid-air—but others adapted, skin hardening, bones cracking back into place.
They learned fast.
But so did I.
"Earth Spike—Funnel Trap! Water Seal!"I jammed the terrain into a narrow pit, then flooded it with cursed-soaked water—then instantly froze it.
Three grotesques charged.They fell in and shattered into frozen paste.
Six more leapt from above.
"Reflective Dome: Light Prism Net!"A sudden lattice of mirrored strands wrapped mid-air like barbed wire. They sliced themselves mid-jump—blood sprayed. Wings torn.
"Fire Spiral – Into Wind Bloom!!"
I kicked into a spin, flaming into a vortex, then exploded the outer edge into a wind blast, pushing the flaming bodies into a wave of approaching grotesques.
My legs stung. My back tore.HP: -84HP: 626
I coughed—and kept moving.
The Swarm Tyrant roared. Its claws shimmered with poison. A grotesque corpse hit my side—
HP: -67HP: 559
"System, now!"
「Initiating: Celestial Sync – 92%. Overclocking MP channels. Proceed with caution.」
"Caution's a luxury."
I felt the pull of light, the tug of celestial mana—and the grit of the earth.Then something sparked.
A plan.
So stupid.So perfect.
I grinned.
Let's rewrite magic.
I slammed my foot down.
"Elemental Blend: Hollow Core Siphon. Phase One—Bury Light."I sank light mirrors into the ground, reflecting upward, surrounding the Tyrant in a bowl of invisible beams.
He didn't even see them. Not yet.
"Phase Two—Celestial Chains: Orbit Form."I summoned chains made of constellations, orbiting around the bowl—marking the kill zone.
Tyrant flew forward, unfazed. Predictable.
"Phase Three—Wind Dilation. Compress. Ignite."The air thickened unnaturally inside the zone. I raised heat with fire, then dropped pressure using wind, destabilizing his flight—
He flinched. I had him.
"Final Phase—Reflective Amplification."All the sunbeams bounced in a circle—amplified by the mirrored ground.
The moment he stepped inside—
BOOM.
A full-array light implosion.The Tyrant was hit from all sides at once, blinded, burned, blown off balance, and slammed into a celestial net of orbiting stars that shredded his wings mid-air.
"Got you, bitch—!"
But then the sky screamed.
Grotesques rained down. Hundreds.
"System—!"
「Too late. Incoming impact in 0.3 seconds.」
HP: -150HP: 409
Claws tore my arm.HP: -87HP: 322
A grotesque bit my shoulder—venom splashing.「Nullified.」Thanks.
A tail hit my ribs.HP: -112HP: 210
I stabbed through its throat with a light dagger, but another slammed my back into the ground.HP: -89HP: 121
"Lightstep—Boost to 250% for 3 seconds!"「Overclocking. Don't die.」
I blitzed, spinning like a hurricane—daggers in hand, light swirling, celestial magic bursting as I cleared space around me—
But it was too late.
The Swarm Tyrant rose from the dust, healed.Fully.
Claws glowing. Jaw cracked back into shape. Wings reformed.I hit my knees, panting.
"Still... standing..."
HP: 11
Blood spilled from my lips. My vision blurred.
「You're out of time.」
The Swarm Tyrant walked toward me. Each step trembled the earth.
"System... I hope you got one more miracle."
Silence.
I watched the monster grin.
And I couldn't move.
The Swarm Tyrant leapt at me.
"Worthless human."
That voice. That condescension.It broke something.
Time slowed.
And before I could blink, I wasn't here anymore.
I was back there.
On the floor.
Again.
At my past life... at earth.
My knees scraped against broken glass.My ribs stung. The room smelled like beer and regret.
I was maybe eight…? Nine?
Didn't matter.
"You call this a grade?" My father's voice echoed like thunder. I flinched.
My arms went up by instinct.
Crack.
His belt smacked my back.Then again.Again.
"Stop—! I-I'll do better, please—!"
I begged.
And he didn't stop.
I remember walking to school the next morning like nothing happened. Shirt tucked. Smile fake. No one noticed. Or maybe no one cared.
But they noticed enough to kick me, when I dropped my books.To laugh, when I cried.To hurt, just because they could.
The strong?They always prey on the weak.
And me?
I was born to be eaten alive.
But that wasn't even the worst part.
No.
I remember the day my mother looked at me.
Her face had this tired, cold expression. Not hate. Not even anger.Just... like I didn't matter.
"You ruined my life. You shouldn't have been born."
I was five.
I cried in the kitchen. I didn't understand what I did wrong.
That's when she poured it.
Hot water.
My skin bubbled. I screamed, my little voice hoarse with pain.She didn't flinch.She walked away like I was never real to begin with.
That scar on my shoulder?
That wasn't from a monster.That was from the woman who birthed me.
And years later, I stood on the edge of a rooftop.
Done.
The sky was a blur. My body felt weightless.
I wanted to disappear forever.
And then—
「You have been chosen by the heavens.」
A voice.Soft. Almost kind.
「Designation: Sorcerer. Candidate: Lucas. Would you like to accept?」
I was still falling.
I didn't even think. I just whispered—
"…Yes."
I was back to the present as the swarm tyrant leaped forward at me.
The bastard grabbed me by the hair.
Yanked me up like I was a ragdoll. Blood blurred my vision, my limbs were dead weight. The Swarm Tyrant spread its wings wide—gleaming with evolution, power, cruelty. This was it.
My death. Another failed name on a grave no one would visit.
"Fuck… that."I clenched my teeth. "Bullshit."
Why was I the one always losing?
Why the one always bleeding?
Why the one who had to watch others walk away, while I got swallowed by everything they left behind?
"STOP—" I snarled, my voice hoarse. "—BEING—WEAK."
My chest burned. My head screamed. Something deeper than pain stirred.That name they used to call me—worthless. Failure. Burden.
I wasn't that kid anymore.
I wasn't him.
"I… am Lucas Reinhardt," I breathed, even as the wind screamed past me. "The strongest sorcerer this universe will ever receive."
The Swarm Tyrant flew higher, poison-coated claws glowing, about to cleave me in half mid-air.
"With the power I have—"
「Notification: Combat Skill Sync 100%. Initiating…」
"—with the power I've earned—"
「Notification: Passive Trait Unlocked — Arcane Mastery: Stage One.」
"—I can—"
「SYSTEM UPDATE COMPLETE.」
His claws swung down toward me like guillotines—
"I can kill you—" I whispered.
And then—
Ping.
A small mirror flickered open near the edge of the battlefield.
A single, unassuming beam of light shot from it—
—struck a wounded grotesque on the ground—
—and killed it. Instantly.
Then—
「Level Up Achieved: LVL 20.」「Title Unlocked: Supreme Sorcerer.」「System Upgrade Initiated.」「Wounds… Fully Healed.」「Divine Protection Generated: Grotesque Slaughterer.」
I felt it.
Like heaven crashed into my bloodstream.
Power surged through me like liquid lightning. Every cell exploded with clarity. Pain disappeared. Vision sharpened.
I stood upright. Mid-air.Not falling.Not weak.Not dying.
"It's over," I whispered.
I stopped thinking.
No quips. No fear. No hesitation.
My body moved, and my magic followed.
「Warning: Mana threshold collapsing. Neural stress at 78%.」
"Good." My voice came out quiet. Steady. "Shut up and keep up."
My feet hit the ground and the earth cratered beneath me. I was moving faster than lightstep now—faster than instinct. Faster than the fear that used to rule me.
A grotesque pounced—its jaw wide.
I gripped the air.
"⟨Celestial Commandment: Spear of the Falling Warden⟩."
A white-hot celestial lance erupted from above and skewered it like meat on a spike.
I didn't stop. I spun and slammed my palm into the ground.
"⟨Starbind: Pillars of Judgement⟩."
Twelve glowing spears formed a circle, shot upward, and carved through an entire battalion of grotesques—each one turning to ash the second they touched the beams.
The Swarm Tyrant flew overhead—wounds regenerating, wings flapping, adapting again. But this time?
I wasn't just fighting.
I was erasing.
Two grotesques lunged from the sides.
"⟨Celestial Art: Veilstep⟩."
I blinked between them, appearing above, then drove a glowing dagger through one's spine and swept the other off its feet, crushing its skull with my boot.
「Warning: You are going beyond optimized battle limits. MP usage unsustainable.」
"Don't care."
A grotesque tried to drag a wounded child. I lifted my hand, fingers trembling not from weakness—but from the mana tearing me apart.
"⟨Sanctified Torrent⟩."
A geyser of golden water exploded beneath them, washing the grotesques into glowing mist. The child blinked, stunned. I didn't stop to comfort her. I couldn't.
I leapt again—slammed into the Swarm Tyrant mid-air.
It roared, claws swiping.
I dodged left, letting it tear through my coat, and drove a burst of celestial energy into its chest.
It shrieked, staggered—
—and healed again.
But not fast enough anymore.
Every time I hit it, it healed slower. Every time it adapted, I changed faster.
Celestial magic obeyed will. And my will?
Unbreakable.
I spun in the air—crashed back into the ground, flipping and skidding across corpses and glass. Then stood, breath shallow.
No light magic. No tricks.
Just me.
And the heavens sharing the blessings through my veins.
I looked at it one last time.
"This is the new me."
I lifted my hands to the sky.
The air… froze.
Above me, five stars blinked into existence.Each point radiated blinding white light.They connected—slowly—like drawing lines on a celestial compass.
A shape formed. A perfect seal.
My eyes burned.
「Warning: Mana level — -5,000. Incoming rupture.」
I didn't care.This was my magic. My story.
"⟨Heaven's Singularity⟩."
The sky fractured open.
A pillar of pure celestial energy roared downward like a divine judgment—screaming across dimensions. Wind howled. The air turned to light. A hurricane formed around the beam as it slammed into the Swarm Tyrant standing amidst the battlefield.
It looked up—too late.
The world turned white.
The light swallowed the ground.It swallowed Rinascita.It swallowed him.It swallowed me.
I win.