The Nolex Dimension
[Note: A dimension That filled with Darkness One But still same Environment as Our Living World]
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Oban moved faster than ever. His system flickered with crimson light as a sharp voice echoed in his mind:
[Speed Boost — Maximum. Current Velocity: 1.02x Light.]
He vanished.
In less than a heartbeat, Oban reappeared behind Nijack, his vampiric blade glowing like molten blood. He slashed once, twice, then a dozen more times in flashes that cracked through the void-filled dimension. Each hit left faint trails of red across the dark air.
But Nijack stood calm. His eyes glowed faintly purple, his smile widening. "You move well, boy," he said, voice smooth and mocking, "but you forget one thing. In the void—light means nothing."
Suddenly, the ground beneath Oban warped. His shadow stretched unnaturally, twisting into a dark chain that coiled around his leg. He tried to move—but his foot wouldn't obey. The shadow dragged, holding him in place.
The system blared:
[Alert! Shadow Constraint Detected. Mobility Reduced: 87%.]
Oban growled, trying to slice the shadow apart, but every strike passed through it as if it were liquid night. Nijack raised his blade lazily. "You rely too much on your system," he said. "But I? I am the system of this dimension."
He lunged forward, blade cutting through the air. Just as he was about to strike, a silver glint interrupted him. Klein appeared, crossing blades with Nijack in a flash that sent a pulse through the void.
"Klein!" Oban shouted.
"Don't thank me yet!" Klein said, pressing forward. Sparks flared as their swords clashed again and again. Nijack's movements were fluid—elegant yet cruel. Klein parried a downward slash, ducked, and spun around with a heavy counterstrike. Nijack caught it one-handed, grinning.
"You fight well," Nijack said. "But both of you share the same flaw—you think you can win by strength alone."
Nijack slammed his foot down. Both Oban's and Klein's shadows elongated again, twisting like living serpents. Before they could react, the shadows shot up and wrapped around their bodies. Klein froze mid-swing. Oban's body stiffened instantly.
Their systems chimed uselessly.
[Critical Alert: Shadow Lock Engaged. Movement Inhibited.]
[Countermeasure: None detected.]
Nijack looked at them like a predator admiring trapped prey. "This is how a ruler controls the void," he said softly. His eyes glimmered, and the space around him began to tremble.
He raised one hand, and from the palm erupted an orb of pure darkness. The air vibrated, the void itself bending inward as if reality was suffocating.
"Witness the end," Nijack whispered. "Maximum Voidstick."
The orb expanded instantly, filling the entire dimension with collapsing energy. The skies cracked, the ground shattered, and gravity itself turned inside out. Oban's system screamed:
[Warning: Dimensional Collapse. Estimated Annihilation—5 seconds.]
Klein strained against the shadow chains, his teeth clenched. "Oban—if we don't break this—"
"I know!" Oban shouted, forcing his blood to surge, trying to break free. But the shadows tightened even more, pulling both of them toward the expanding black sphere.
Nijack raised his arm, ready to hurl the Voidstick at them. "Goodbye, pretenders."
But before he could release it, a blinding white flare erupted between them. The force of it blew the darkness apart. Oban and Klein fell backward as a powerful aura filled the entire dimension.
When the light dimmed, a familiar figure stood between them and Nijack. His eyes were calm yet burning with authority. His black coat flowed like smoke, and his aura carried an ancient weight.
"Mr Aijack…" Oban breathed in shock.
Nijack froze. His smile faltered, his expression twisting into a mix of irritation and amusement. "Well, well… if it isn't my dear brother," he said mockingly. "So, you finally decided to crawl out of your throne."
Aijack's gaze was sharp. "I didn't crawl," he said coldly. "I came to stop you."
Nijack chuckled darkly. "Stop me? Oh, brother… you never understood me. While you were wasting centuries keeping the vampires hidden, I've been preparing. You call it chaos—I call it balance."
"Balance?" Aijack said, stepping closer. "You call killing innocents, corrupting vampires, and tearing dimensions balance?"
"Don't pretend you know peace," Nijack hissed. "You rule from your castle, pretending you're the savior of both species. But all you do is maintain the same lie our ancestors built. I seek awareness—true coexistence, through fear and control. Humans, vampires, mages—all must bow to the void, not to you."
Oban listened quietly, his body still bound by shadows but his mind burning. This wasn't just a family dispute. This was a war of ideology.
Aijack's tone hardened. "You've become what you once swore to destroy. You're not seeking peace—you're feeding on despair."
Nijack's smile returned, but it was hollow. "And yet, brother… you came here alone."
Aijack lifted his sword—a weapon of pure Artificial Blade With Darkness that glimmered even in the void. "Not alone," he said. "There are still those who stand with me."
Behind him, Oban and Klein's shadows loosened as Aijack's light spread. They fell to their knees, breathing heavily, their Body rebooting.
Nijack's eyes narrowed. "You think you can defeat void?" he said, raising his blade again. The black energy around him pulsed stronger, more chaotic.
"Let's find out," Aijack replied, his tone firm.
For a moment, the entire dimension fell silent. The void itself seemed to hold its breath as two brothers—one of light, one of darkness—stood facing each other.
Oban and Klein backed away, feeling the crushing energy building between them. The ground cracked, floating debris spinning around in slow motion as both vampires prepared for the inevitable clash.
Nijack smirked one last time. "Then come, brother. Show me if your light can pierce my void."
Aijack raised his sword, eyes sharp as steel. "I'll show you more than that," he said. "I'll end your madness here."
And as their auras collided, the entire realm screamed—light and shadow devouring each other in a storm of destruction.
To Be Continued…