Chapter 99: Paraclythion
Back when he died in his world, in the hands of that mysterious woman, the very last thing he saw wasn’t her face... Just the hilt of a knife—thrust deep into his chest.
That image refused to leave him.
The hilt... as dark as polished obsidian, and at its base... a gem. Not just any gem, but one that shimmered with the colours of the entire cosmos. Deep, bottomless black. Glimmers of starlight blue. The very shape of galaxies spinning in silence.
And now, in the present, as he stood frozen in front of the picture in the book, he saw it again—clearer this time.
The weapon.
The one that had pierced his heart.
Paraclythion.
A curved blade that seemed to breathe with celestial energy. Its steel shimmered in hues of deep sapphire and violet, as if every star in the night sky had been gathered and forged into this single piece of divine steel. Glowing blue lines ran along its edge—pulses, veins, breathing runes that moved subtly, alive in their own right.
Ancient markings, unfamiliar yet oddly magnetic, flowed across the blade’s surface like fireflies caught in an eternal dance—each one etched in a forgotten language, older than myths, older than memory.
And the hilt... again, obsidian black. Twisting in a spiral design that almost made it feel alive—like the grip of a serpent. At its base rested that same gem. The gem that mirrored the universe. Swirling galaxies, dancing stars. [Imgincmt]
"It is an ancient artifact," Valra said quietly, standing beside him now, holding the book. Her voice was softer than usual, more serious, like she was speaking about something sacred.
"Forged by the ancient gods themselves... shaped by Fate—the very force that governs all destinies. It wasn’t made for killing. It was made to connect. To link this world... to the Another Universe."