Chapter 145
The atrocity that Ayato had become, cloaked in wings of shadow and crowned with three twisted masks, loomed above Ayaka. Its form pulsed with malice, with ancient rage and fractured legacy. The left mask, its visage twisted in fury, opened its maw.
"Enough."
The word shattered the silence like a bell of doom.
The three mask’s all spoke at once.
"It is time for this game to end. Ayaka Kamisato...Face your end with dignity."
The creature raised all six wings outward, forming a blasphemous sigil in the void. The air grew heavier, the shadows darker, the remnants of the battlefield trembling under the sheer pressure of what was to come. From deep within its core, a vortex of chaos began to form—a singularity of obliteration, swirling with dark light and absolute erasure.
Ayaka hovered midair, wings of frost flickering with defiant light, but even she could feel it: this attack would end her. Not just her body, but her soul, her history, her purpose. The attack that was coming would erase all she was, all she had fought for.
And in that moment, as death prepared to strike, she heard him.
"Ayaka."
Her breath caught. The voice was not from the monster before her.
It came from within.