Chapter 160 Fitran vs Malakothies (8)
With "Aetherial Rebirth" still operational, providing protection for Fitran against the destructive force of "Abyssal Judgment: The Final Requiem", he felt a powerful urge to delve deeper—deeper than mere magic, further than anything known or the Voidwright Essence. The power he sought was not only defined by forms or concepts that exist in this world; it was something far more ancient, mysterious, and profound than the imagination could conceive.
"Is all of this worth fighting for?" he pondered, as he navigated the boundary between terrifying power and intimidating void. "With every drop of energy I take, am I not also taking a part of myself?" In that moment, suspended in emptiness, Fitran realized there was a part of him that had long been dormant—a core older than all knowledge, stronger than any power ever known or imagined. It was the "Essence of the Primordial Void", the source of all that exists and does not exist, a force that transcends the dimensions of the universe bound by space and time.
In that moment, the universe seemed to come to a standstill, ensnared in a profound silence. All sounds faded away, and every movement felt suspended in the emptiness that enveloped the space. Amid this void, Fitran stood tall, even though his weary, nearly broken body appeared to merge with the cosmic energy swirling around him. "What is the value of this power if I must sacrifice my identity?" he pondered, feeling the heavy burden pressing down on his shoulders.
"Why am I receiving this Voidwright power again?" Fitran's mind was shrouded in confusion and uncertainty, like a thick fog. "Didn't that power vanish when I used the Memory of Heaven?" His inner voice was ensnared in doubt, creating a disorienting echo that reverberated within his soul.
No longer was he merely a Voidwright, nor just an ordinary magic user—he had now become the very manifestation of emptiness itself.
With eyes that shimmered like deep blue light, darker than the night itself, Fitran intoned the ancient spell, words that resonated like soft whispers in the endless void. "Siphon of the Primal Nexus"—a magic that not only manipulated energy or the universe but also recreated the essence of everything that existed. This was a primordial power, unexpressed and capable of responding to even total destruction with a reformation in forms hard to imagine. "Is this what I desire?" he screamed in his heart, "To reclaim something that was never truly mine?" He felt the pull of a power that vibrated through his soul; however, deep within him, the fear of what he was capable of began to crawl slowly, adding weight to his restless mind.
Around Fitran, the world began to unravel, as if the physical realm he knew was on the brink of destruction. The room where they were battling trembled violently, the time that should have been stable felt like chains constricting them, even reality itself appeared to shimmer and sway. The entire universe—a web of interconnected existence—responded to the vibrating force emanating from Fitran. The physical forms around him started to dissolve like morning dew scorched by the sun, blurring the lines between the real world and a higher dimension. "What does it mean if I lose myself in the process?" he pondered, doubt creeping in like shadows within his mind. "Can I control this darkness, or will I instead plunge into it?" This monologue flowed like an unbroken current of a river, stirring the deep-seated anxiety within him.
Malakothies, who had grasped the power of darkness, sensed an overwhelmingly terrifying presence. What appeared before his eyes was not merely an ordinary magical attack but a manifestation of primordial power capable of erasing all forms of existence. His body trembled violently as he confronted something far beyond his capacity for control—something greater than himself, beyond mere existence. The darkness he had long held now spiraled into a deeper void, drawn inexorably by Fitran.
The "Siphon of the Primal Nexus" not only unleashed power but also summoned the void to erase all existence. Dark and ancient energy, suffused with emptiness, radiated from Fitran's body, creating a vortex that circled around them, consuming everything and replacing it with a profound absence. The entire world seemed to slip away, dragging space and time into an aimless eternity. Despite Malakothies channeling all his strength, he felt his body and soul crushed by the empty shadows surrounding him. Everything he tried to build—every spell, every power—began to dissolve, powerless before the threatening primordial force that sought to engulf him.