Destin Saint’s fearless silhouette stood within the chaotic space; in front of him was a pitch-black void, and between them stood the satanic Immortal Nimrod.
Furthermore, unlike the limited light illuminating Destin Saint’s silhouette, Immortal Nimrod’s figure seed to be in synchronization with the boundless emptiness behind him, making Destin Saint look sowhat small.
Nonetheless, Destin Saint’s deanor didn’t crumble; in fact, he seed to beco profound and deep like an abyss, as if unraveling Immortal Nimrod’s sches, the mont the latter stepped in front of him.
"Before ’we’ imposed the ’higher-order’, you turned a Zodiac Beast into your avatar and snuck into the Middle Plains..." Destin Saint finally spoke calmly, and his previous, rageful, skeptical tone seed like an illusion.
But Immortal Nimrod didn’t seem to be surprised by Destin Saint seeing through his thods, and suddenly clapped in mockery.
"Hihihi...as expected of the biggest nuisance of Zodiac Plains." Immortal Nimrod sarcastically stated without any hint of surprise or fear, "But what do you expect, huh? Do you think, you hypocrites are the only ones who can break or bend the rules to your advantage?"
Destin Saint showed no reaction to Immortal Nimrod’s derision and impassively stated, "I guess this was my mistake to think you would simply give up on your crusade. But let ask you sothing in return..."
His voice turned sharp and slightly threatening, "...how much you had sacrificed to make a asly avatar? If I’m not wrong, your main body must be having quite a lot of trouble now, huh? I wonder if I have everyone attack your den now, what will it be like..."
In response to Destin Saint’s taunt, Immortal Nimrod didn’t seem disgruntled at all, which didn’t go unnoticed by the forr, raising a sense of foreboding.
"Hihihi, I’m moved beyond words that you’re so worried about . But..." Immortal Nimrod’s tone turned eerie and nacing, "...what if soone in your little clique found out that you have not only helped capture the Cursed One but also handed him over to on a silver platter.
"Oh, and also, what will their reactions be when they realize that your most powerful ’slave’ has fallen into my hands? Especially after you wasted six of Constellation Arbiters last ti and still failed to keep away from Cursed One!
"Wouldn’t that leave you vulnerable and the countless beings you have suppressed in your wake, filled with thrill and peculiar thoughts?"
Destin Saint showed no excessive reaction to Immortal Nimrod’s provocation and impassively sneered, "Fallen into your hand? I think you are mistaken. Not only am I going to take away the Cursed One with today, but very soon, I’ll be personally visiting you to show my sincerer ’gratitude’ for what happened today!"
"Did I just hear you say ’leave’? HIhihihihi..." Immortal Nimrod lampooned, and the void not too far away from him seed to have churned as if sothing were crawling there, and chaotic space started to turn heavy as a peculiar pressure seeped into it.
As if sensing sothing, Destin Saint’s figure flickered as a mystical aura started to envelop his ethereal silhouette.
"You sensed it, don’t you?" Immortal Nimrod suddenly stopped laughing and coldly stated with disdain.
Before Destin Saint could reply, an eerie, oppressive presence had arrived behind the void, and the next mont, a glowing, dark-purple eye erged within it.
The eye was devoid of emotion or ti, as if mirroring the void itself, and its malevolence was palpable; even the space seed to rge with the void the mont the eye revealed itself, and Immortal Nimrod’s figure began to emit a profound and terrifying might.
"Your true body is here?!" Destin Saint finally couldn’t maintain his composure as he seed to be glaring at the ethereal eye that appeared to be the eye of a very void around it.
"Hihihihi..." Immortal Nimrod broke into mirthful laughter, and this ti his voice didn’t just co from that ’avatar’ but from the entire void.
"I guess you liked my surprise. I’m delighted. Well, I guess, I never showed you what I’m truly capable of, leading you to this point...you have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this...how long I’ve endured...how long..."
Immortal Nimrod’s voice was filled with vicissitudes like soone who had been waiting for ages for this chance, this exact mont, and now that he had reached this point, he no longer cared because it was the point where he would finally overco everything and achieve his goal!
Right at that mont, for the first ti since their clash began, Immortal Nimrod stopped speaking in riddles and nace, and moved!
A single twitch of the void eye behind him, a quiver of impossible darkness, and the entire chaotic space warped like wet parchnt pressed beneath an unseen titan’s thumb.
A massive pressure descended, and this pressure was no longer within the limits of the Middle Plains...no longer within the field of broken rules...no longer within the battleground carved by restrictions and constraints.
This pressure belonged to the Progenitor Void, where laws dissolved before they could even take shape.
The ethereal shimr that ford Destin Saint’s silhouette buckled...
’Fzzzt...’
His outline crackled, bent, and fractured into jagged curves as if the void itself was trying to erase the concept of his existence.
A cold, devilish chuckle slithered through reality, "Oh? What’s wrong, Destin Saint?"
Immortal Nimrod tilted his avatar’s hooded head, the purplish flas beneath it twisting into sadistic crescents.
"Don’t tell the taste of defeat has broken your will already?"
Behind him, the void-eye blinked, and space ruptured like brittle glass.
Destin Saint’s form flickered once... twice...each tremor draining more light from his Möbius-lit silhouette.
Immortal Nimrod continued, voice smooth like polished bones, "If you crumble now, I would be... profoundly disappointed."
Space around him boiled and sank inward, forming a swirling maelstrom of devouring entropy. Runes, foreign, ancient, heretical, burst open around his avatar’s feet, slithering like serpents of unmaking.
Then Nimrod laughed, soft and cruel, "But disappointnt will not stop from enjoying the mont I erase you with this universe!"
The void-eye flared, and a violent pulse of annihilation surged out like a collapsing supernova.
"Now then...I will take what is mine. Your precious slave...and the Cursed One!" His voice deepened, dripping with spite, "If you dare, bring your real body to ."
The next mont, he struck as a torrent of void-law erupted like a tidal wave of dying galaxies.
It wasn’t a beam, nor does it resemble a strike, nor a spell. It was more a mandate of erasure, the pure, unfiltered will of the Void itself!
It devoured everything in its path; color vanished, sound vanished, and even aning seed to disappear.
The Fateless Celestial, now just a flickering remnant, was monts away from being wiped out completely.
The last threads binding Destin Saint’s consciousness vibrated violently, and his silhouette fractured into luminous shards, monts from shattering when all of a sudden...
’CRACK...’
Sothing broke, but it was not Destin Saint.
Not only did the collapsing light pause, just a hair’s breadth, but it paused!
Immortal Nimrod’s purplish flas twitched, and the void-law storm dimd, as if sothing invisible had jamd itself into its heart.
Thereafter, from within the collapsing Möbius remnants, a calm, cold, cutting voice whispered through the void, "I see...!"
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