Alex was stunned at his own inability to lie. What had needed a dozen different people to use a specific array to make him do was now being done by a woman who made it look effortless.
Bladedance’s eyes narrowed for a mont. She found it a little difficult to believe that the Storm God couldn’t kill him. Ignoring Godslayer, who perhaps was the one actually impossible to kill, the body he currently held could easily be killed.
Even if he held the power of the Undying God, should the Storm God choose to, he could kill him.
That was what it ant to be a Half-God, a stage she could never reach.
"Do not lie to ," Bladedance said. "The Storm God would have no issue getting rid of this young man’s body to get to you. How did you get away from the Sky God in the first place?"
"I’m not Godslayer!" Alex had to shout to get his words out under the pressure. "He’s in , but I’m not him. The Storm God sent to Hell, not Godslayer."
Bladedance froze. "You are not Godslayer?" she asked, her blade digging deeper into his flesh. There were questions in her mind that she couldn’t latch on to. She was still very weak.
"Explain clearly. Who are you, and what are you doing with my sword?"
"My na is Alex. I’m a human and an alchemist from the 3rd Major Spirit World. One of the Sky God’s disciples stole her treasures and flew down to that world, and I found Godslayer among those treasures. I have tad him, returning him to his forr self, the Artifact God. Godslayer now lives in my Spiritual Sea, while the sword was empty, which I returned to you."
Bladedance narrowed her eyes, taking in that information. "You are a human? Why do you have the Undying God’s physique?"
"I inherited it. The Undying God lived in my world," Alex said.
Bladedance pushed her Intent upon him even further. She was starting to feel a burden on herself. She had spent too long without her sword, nearly a hundred thousand years easily, so her spirit wasn’t as strong as it used to be.
"Why are you in Hell?" she asked.
"The gods, they sent here," Alex said. "Because of so prophecy."
He had wanted to keep out that last part, but it slipped right through with Death forcing him to answer her questions.
"That’s not... that’s not possible. It is forbidden for anyone to be sent to Hell," Bladedance said. "The gods ca together to make that decision a long ti ago."
"Then... then why did the Sword God have a talisman to send to Hell?" Alex asked.
Bladedance’s eyes narrowed. "The Sword God?" she asked. "I am—has soone else beco a Sword God?"
"You have been absent for far too long, Senior Bladedance," Alex said. "They already have a new Sword God. Purplerain."
"Purple... rain..."
The words were like a key to a chest, releasing a vast array of mories that Bladedance had forgotten about.
She rembered Purplerain from when he beca her subordinate, how he beca her Revenant. She also rembered his strength and his ambition. She rembered the grin on his face when he had managed to trap her—he and his friends.
She rembered there had been many that day, and she rembered the talisman.
"Purplerain..." Bladedance said his na with killing Intent flowing out of her like a broken dam.
She rembered now. She rembered what had happened.
So, she wanted to kill him.
She wanted to kill the man who had sent her to Hell.
Alex felt the pressure of her killing Intent, surprised by it. He could only imagine how many people she had likely killed to cultivate this much killing Intent.
Her eyes snapped back toward him.
"You ntioned a prophecy," she said. "What was the prophecy?"
Alex tried to hold back his words, but they slipped right out. "They say, should I live, I will destroy this world. And yet, the world will also be destroyed should I die."
Bladedance’s sword lifted a little. "What? What sort of stupid prophecy is that?" she asked. "Who made it?"
"An older woman with white hair. Everyone trusted her words," Alex said.
"One of the Fatekeepers?"
"Yes!" Alex said. "Her na was Starsight."
Bladedance took a deep breath. "That... bitch."
She looked down at Alex. "Are you going to destroy this world?" she asked.
Alex hadn’t felt as much pressure as he felt at that mont since the start. "No!" he answered. "I have no intention to."
"Good," Bladedance said. "I care little for prophecies, but Godslayer is a different matter. Prove to what you said. Prove that Godslayer has reford."
"He... he’s in my Spiritual Sea," Alex said. "You can talk to him."
"Oh... I’m not gonna step into your trap," Bladedance said. "What was my sword’s na?"
Alex felt relief all of a sudden as Bladedance let go of her Intent upon him. He looked up with a confused stare.
"Co on. What was my sword’s na?" she asked. "Ask Godslayer. If he’s really the Artifact God, he will know."
Alex nodded and tore into the seal.
Bladedance’s eyes widened slightly in surprise. She had expected him to do anything but tear into his seal all by himself. It was the Storm God’s seal, after all.
As soon as Alex found a connection to Godslayer, he asked the question.
"It had no na," Godslayer said. "All Bladedance wanted was a sword that would help her kill the demons. A sword is a tool for her, nothing else. She had no attachnt to them."
Alex was surprised. He looked up at the god and answered it verbatim.
Bladedance was clearly surprised. "No one but the Artifact God should know about that," she said as she pulled back her sword. "Alright, I won’t kill you right away. I have many more questions I need to ask you."
"But first of all," she looked to her left at the massive invisible wall that stopped the hundreds of thousands of beasts from moving forward.
"What the hell is that?"
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