The slash tore through the World of Death, parting the very rule that held it together. A howling shriek echoed as the domain split, the ancient god’s silhouette convulsing in rage and disbelief.
CRACK!
BOOOOOOM!
The sword light didn’t fade. It carried forward like a divine decree, straight into the chest of the death phantom.
The figure froze.
Then, with one final roar—
"NOOOO—!"
—It shattered into pieces of smoke and rule fragnts, dissipating into the void.
The Book of Death swirled hungrily, devouring the remnants. Apollo’s aura surged as knowledge, power, and insights rushed into him like a tide. His law of death reached the perfection of law world and seed to be pushing towards the rule of death.
Apollo’s aura surged like a wave against the crumbling remnants of the World of Death. He felt weird, as it seed it was too easy, but he could think more as the book of death rapidly started to swallow.
As the last fragnts of the death essence were swallowed into the Book of Death, a terrifying, profound transformation began within him. His understanding of the law of death, which had already touched the profound threshold, suddenly crossed a boundary.
Boom!
A vast, endless field of black lotuses blood above him. Every petal shimred with the texture of death itself—pure, absolute, irrefutable.
The boundary quickly shattered, and his understanding of death finally reached brand new heights.
Apollo’s eyes opened slowly, calm and deep like the abyss.
At that mont, a fundantal change took place.
The Law of Death he once comprehended—cold, vast, and deadly—was no longer a simple "law".
It evolved.
Transford.
Great Rule of Death.
Apollo’s aura grew unfathomable.
It no longer resembled a void god’s—it was sothing other, sothing more terrifying, a force capable of silencing even eternal gods with a re glance.
Sara and Clark, who had been struggling against the pressure, were now trembling as if facing a primaeval existence. Their instincts scread at them to kneel, to submit—but they gritted their teeth, forcing themselves to stay standing in awe and fear.
As Apollo, bathed in the radiance of death lotuses, whispered softly to himself.
"A step closer..."
The chamber around them, once filled with oppressive death, was now quiet. A new ruler had erged—no longer a student of death, but its master.
But just as he was feeling happy, a small fragnt of soul hidden from behind quickly went to his head.
"What!"
Apollo’s expression sharpened instantly.
The hidden soul fragnt, thin as a spider’s thread and nearly undetectable, lunged toward him like a venomous serpent, and it was incredibly fast.
It was too fast and well hidden; he didn’t notice until it entered his mind.
A chilling buzz echoed through Apollo’s soul sea.
The thin, malevolent soul fragnt wriggled like a parasite, racing toward his core consciousness. In an instant, icy whispers, filled with rage and greed, clawed at the edges of his mind:
"Haha, beco mine! Your body, your power—everything—MINE!"
Apollo’s heart tightened. Even with the Great Rule of Death pulsing through him, the soul fragnt was no ordinary will—it was a piece of the ancient existence’s true soul, carrying not just power but a terrifying legacy of a terrifying transcended being.
If it latched onto him, if even a sliver of corruption took root, it could slowly erode his mind and seize control of his body!
"Haha, kid, your body is mine!" It laughed, as he knew he didn’t have much strength as a soul, but he didn’t believe his soul could take down Void God’s kid’s body.
But his laugh stopped as he felt the enormous soul sea of Apollo, which wasn’t weaker than so eternal gods; however, he cald down as he was confident in taking over eternal god-level soul strength.
The malicious fragnt sneered, its voice dripping with contempt.
"So what if your soul is strong? Strength alone is useless if you don’t know how to defend it!"
It surged forward like a sinister tide, wrapping itself around Apollo’s core consciousness, trying to corrode it bit by bit.
Black chains of soul force materialised, attempting to pierce His defences.
His soul also surged to face the incoming wrath, but he wasn’t worried, as his soul, although it might not be the strongest. But his soul sea is definitely the safest.
The sinister tide surged forward, and the black soul chains scread through the void, seeking to pierce, to latch, and to corrupt.
Clang! Clang!
Each ti a chain touched Apollo’s core consciousness, an invisible defence repelled it—an ancient fortress. But it wasn’t over, as the black chains continued to attack.
The mindscape trembled.
A battlefield unseen to ordinary eyes unfolded within Apollo’s soul sea.
The black soul chains shrieked through the endless expanse, like serpents made of resentnt and death. But facing them—Apollo’s soul form—transford.
His soul form also changed as dozens of swords of the soul seed to appear, and then the battle between them began.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
The black chains lunged again and again, but the soul swords danced around Apollo like loyal guardians, slashing apart each attack with relentless precision.
"Impossible! How can your soul be this solid?! This refined?!"
The hidden soul fragnt screeched, its arrogance faltering. It had expected to dominate Apollo’s soul easily but now found itself repelled again and again.
But Apollo didn’t answer. His expression was calm, almost cold. He simply raised his right hand—and all the soul swords buzzed in response, their blades glowing brighter.
A single command from his mind—"Cut."
The dozens of soul swords blurred, moving with breathtaking speed.
In a heartbeat, they shattered the invading soul chains, slicing through the sinister tide with surgical precision.
"Damn you, monster kid. How can you be so strong without any weakness?" But as he said that, he seed to return to mysterious calmness.
"But I got you, kid!"
As it was, he said that a mysterious sickle-like weapon seed to have appeared in his soul sea.
It was ancient and dark and emanated a chilling aura that seed to ignore the defences of space and soul alike. Its blade was translucent, almost like it didn’t fully belong to this reality, yet its killing intent was bone-chillingly real.
"This... is...!"
Apollo’s pupils contracted slightly.
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