Chapter 79 Battle of Black Ocean : Fitran Vs Leviathan (2)
The sky morphed into a grand theater, crafting illusions and stirring deep emotions.
Fitran found himself surrounded by myriad tales of love lost, each narrative echoing with profound pain and longing.
He witnessed a heart-wrenching scene—a mother forcibly parting two beloved souls, exposing the unavoidable sacrifices that love often demands.
He observed relentless soldiers, their hands stained with blood, slaying in the name of family, illuminating the dark truth that loyalty can breed brutality.
Amidst this turmoil, he beheld his own reflection—his loving yet broken self—kneeling in a torrential rain of blood, a haunting symbol of wounded affection and futile sacrifice.
"You are not the Voidwright, Fitran," whispered the voice of Leviathan with a haunting clarity. "You are merely a remnant of unrequited love."
As Fitran knelt, he felt the crushing weight of his choices and their far-reaching consequences pressing heavily upon his heart.
Darkness twisted into his mind, weaving visions of every sorrow he had endured throughout his life.
"Tale Severance - Overload Form: Echo of Exile"
"If you pull me into all the tales of failure, then I will craft one more story of heartbreak that shines brighter than them all." With unwavering determination, Fitran resolved to harness his magic, knowing full well that it came with a steep price, in a fervent attempt to sculpt beauty from the depths of suffering.
In an instant, a shimmering blue light erupted from Fitran's body, transforming the bleak sky into a canvas painted with hues that had never before graced the world. With a decisive wave of his hand, he proclaimed, Void Magic: Dark Embrace, conjuring a dark silhouette that enveloped Leviathan, as if trying to draw the very essence of his existence into an infinite abyss.