Chapter 320 Umbra Severance vs Ninth Maw — Unconscious Awakening
Light and emptiness collide.
The ground no longer resembled earth; it vibrated and shimmered with an inexplicable energy, creating an almost magical atmosphere reminiscent of ancient myths. The air around it trembled, thick and heavy, as if conversing with a greater force, a cosmic entity beyond human comprehension. Reality around them split apart and faded, like fragile fabric torn by opposing powers, producing a deafening sound that pierced the silence. The wind whispered, soft yet terrifying, its breath seemingly muted by the tension enveloping this realm full of uncertainty. Dark energy crawled around them, spreading a sharp metallic scent and a piercing sense of fear into the souls of anyone daring to approach, reminiscent of the oppressive presence often described in tales of demonic encounters.
In the air, Fitran hovered.
His body was nearly unconscious, swaying from the horrific wound gouged in his chest. Thick red blood flowed, leaving a gruesome trail against the darkened sky. Despite the piercing pain, Excalibur remained gripped in his hand; the blade's light began to shimmer with a dark purple glow, as if responding to the void surrounding him. Within the suffocating darkness, he sensed the presence of Beelzebub, a towering shadow looming in uncertainty, its crimson eyes glinting like embers, ready to consume anyone approaching with malicious intent.
Umbra Aeternum.
Voidwright Essence.
It was not magic he recognized.
Not a spell he had learned.
This was pure will, emerging when all other laws had failed, manifesting as an intense survival instinct. In the biting silence, a ghostly voice brushed against his mind, a soft yet captivating whisper, offering unimaginable power yet demanding a profound sacrifice. He felt the flow of Voidwright Essence encircling his body, merging with every fiber of his wounds, filling the emptiness with dark energy waiting to be unleashed. Deep within his soul, he sensed Beelzebub's power within reach, as if he could control it for an instant; yet, at the same time, the burden of that power crept into his thoughts, threatening to shatter him under its weight, leaving him in a state of moral conflict.
His eyes opened halfway.
The voice in his head still echoed, filling the space with an undeniable vibration. Beelzebub's movements before him seemed hypnotic, each step carving despair into the dark ground, and Fitran realized there was only one path to confront that monster. He screamed, unleashing the name of the darkness that lay dormant in his trembling heart, summoning back all the desires and hopes that had long been buried.