Chapter 480 The Sword That Cuts Nothing, But Reaches Everything
Void has stopped pulsating. All systemic structures have frozen, trapped in a cacophony of silence.
Nullam Deus now stands as an abstract geometric form, no more than a sphere without volume, angles that have lost direction, and a voice that never had a frequency. She feels the silence surrounding her like a thick fog, closing her view towards the eternal darkness waiting at the end, a darkness full of mystery and vulnerability—a side of existence that may be the final harbor for a wounded soul. In the uncertainty, she finds a shadow—a ghost of despair that plays with her feelings within her soul.
She is the ultimate idea, an entity without a voice, without breath, without love. There is only an echo that evaporates in the vacuum, adding layers of the suffering of solitude that envelop her like a heavy blanket on an endless night.
The flame of Excalibur in her hand has now dimmed, not because she has failed, but because she has written too much love into it. In the dim light surrounding the room, a beam of blue light as clear as water reflects, symbolizing the spotlight of unexpressed and suppressed emotions, where every second feels heavy in her heart. Like water stored in an old well, that love contains hope that has now faded far away, reminding her of something that once sparkled with life and beauty, and urging her to long for the cheerful times once more.
And now, with slow steps filled with reluctance, she raises the sword for the third time. Along the empty path, the whispers of the ancient magic Vacuus Spiretus dance softly in her ears, radiating a faded purple light that seems to vibrate around her, as if inviting marginalized souls to listen, awakening long-lost memories.
"This is not a slash to defend." "This is not a slash to heal." "This... is a step towards you who never wanted to be touched."
Silent Severance: Aeon's Reach
The slash from the sword seems to have no offensive power, yet for anyone witnessing it, an inevitable pull awakens something within them: the loneliness that has long remained unexpressed, flowing like a gentle breeze that settles, creating a poignant atmosphere full of melancholy. In every movement, a rainbow of sorrow circles, radiating images of parting filled with wounds, as if embracing the heart in an inevitable cold embrace, stirring memories of beautiful moments that once existed.
The effect does not cause any real physical damage. It does not produce explosive magic that shakes. However, mercilessly, it forces the affected entity to feel something indescribable within the system: a profound loss, an emotional injustice that shakes her soul. Darkness creeps at the edge of vision, like a thick black cloud overshadowing the sunlight, creating a deep longing for warmth that has long vanished, a feeling that gnaws at her soul and haunts every thought.