"Are you really fine?" Emma asked in a hushed voice, adjusting the little girl in her arms as the four of them walked toward the final island in silence.
William let out a slow breath and nodded. "Yeah... I’m good. Just not used to people defying my telekinesis this often." Before coming here, he had fought that Golem—another creature capable of resisting his ntal grip.
Defying telekinesis ant he couldn’t command their body, lift them, or throw them using his powers. That only happened against beings with either an incredibly strong will or an absurd amount of negative energy. And in both cases, his opponents released enough Nyx to wash away his hold—sothing that left him deeply unsettled.
"It’s okay, William. Don’t think about that. Tell how you feel right now. I know you barely rested back in the Haven, and you fought that true devil for the longest."
"I’m fine... just a little tired," he said with a shrug. It wasn’t the length of the fight that wore him out—he’d gone on hunts with his father that lasted for days. But back then, he had nothing and no one to protect.
The ntal strain of keeping the child within his telekinetic range had forced him to stay constantly alert, and that pressure drained him far more than any battle.
The little girl, who could barely hear anything but sohow sensed they were talking about her big brother, raised a small hand and gently patted his head.
William let out a dry chuckle. "Am I being consoled by a ten-year-old now?"
Emma smiled warmly. "Well, her cuteness can heal people. Right, Nana?"
William blinked. "You even nad her?"
Emma shrugged. "It was getting hard to call her ’hey you,’ so we ca up with sothing a few hours ago."
William humd thoughtfully, then turned to the child.
[Do you really like the na Nana?]
He knew she probably rembered the na her parents had given her—that was why he asked.
To his surprise, she bead.
[Yes! Nana is Nana from now on. Sister chose that na for .]
That bright, innocent smile... yeah, it really was healing sothing inside him.
Just then—
"Oh no..."
Gloria halted abruptly, drawing everyone’s attention to the source of her alarm.
"What... the hell?" Emma muttered as she spotted several black shapes swarming toward them—thousands of them, making the bridge rumble under their collective weight.
"Are those ants?" William stepped forward, squinting. And they were—mutant ants with obsidian-black shells streaked with glowing red lines. Each was nearly a ter long, their bodies bulky and armored far beyond anything a normal insect should possess.
"They are coming straight to us." Gloria panicked, "What should we do?"
William took a deep breath and stepped forward.
"Let handle this—"
"But William, you’re still too tired to deal with all of them," Emma cut in sharply.
He only smirked. "Don’t worry. This will take a single spell."
Those words froze her. She knew exactly which spell he ant.
Emma didn’t waste a second. She wrapped herself and the child in a multi-layered barrier, walls of shimring green stacking over one another until they looked like nested shields of glass.
"H-Hey... what does he an?" Gloria stamred, fear creeping into her voice.
"If you want to survive, co inside the barrier," Emma urged, already bracing herself.
Gloria didn’t understand—but she obeyed. She rushed inside, and the barrier sealed the three of them in.
William would’ve teased her for being overly cautious... but his mind was already sinking into the chant.
Create a barrier that stops the airflow within a certain region.
Shrink it until the air itself begins to curl and twist.
Reduce it further—until the very atmosphere protests, thrashing violently like a trapped beast.
*Fuu... calm down...*
The world narrowed to the orb in front of him, shrinking bit by bit—from a sphere, to a fist-sized knot of wind, to sothing small enough to rest in a child’s palm.
Everything else—the tremors of the approaching stampede, the cries behind him, the weight of exhaustion clawing at his muscles—fell away.
Only the orb remained.
He felt the pressure building inside it, a caged tempest smashing against the walls he’d forced upon it. The slightest slip would rupture the spell in his face before it ever touched the enemy.
But even with fatigue ripping through him, his focus didn’t waver.
He compressed it again.
And again.
Until it was no larger than a marble.
A thin line of blood slid from his nostril. The ants were already within striking distance, chittering, gnashing, their legs rattling like a death march.
Ten seconds.
That was all it had taken.
William’s eyes flicked to the swirling sphere—a tiny storm begging to be let loose.
He extended his hand.
"Drop of Oblivion."
The droplet shot forward.
The world hushed—sound, movent, even the wind seed to halt, as though the sky itself gasped.
Then, in the next instant—
Disaster blood.
The droplet touched the ground.
And the world detonated.
A soundless flash ripped outward first—pure white, blinding, devouring everything in its reach. Then the real roar followed, a deafening, universe-splitting BOOM that shook the island’s bones.
The marble-sized orb of compressed air didn’t simply explode—
it rebounded outward, releasing every centiter of pressure William had forced into it. The atmosphere didn’t expand; it erupted, converting trapped energy into a shockwave so violent it tore the oxygen apart.
Air beca a weapon.
Pressure beca destruction.
The world beca a crater.
The wave hit the swarming ants like the fist of a furious god.
Thousands of them didn’t just fly back—they atomized, shredded into black mist before their bodies even understood they had died. The first ring of pressure pulverized them. The second ring—denser, tighter—crushed their remains into dust. The third flung whatever survived into the sea.
The shockwave carved a trench through the island, stripping soil, exploding boulders into vapor, shredding trees from root to leaf.
And the barrier—
Emma’s barrier flared like a dying sun.
The first layer shattered instantly.
The second cracked like thin ice.
The third bent inward, groaning under the force.
The fourth and fifth—reinforced through sheer panic—held, but only because Emma expected sothing like this.
Gloria scread and clung to her tightly as the world outside blurred into fiery wind and debris.
A ring of force shot past the island and slamd into the waters surrounding it.
For a mont, the sea lifted—
a colossal wall of water pushed outward, shoved back by the blast as if soone had slapped the ocean.
Then it collapsed.
The resulting tsunami rippled in every direction, waves towering and folding over one another as they spread into the horizon.
Before them, the bridge connecting the island to the other one didn’t stand a chance.
The whole structure befell into the water leaving Emma with no option but to create a floating bridge under their feet.
Once everything settled, William slowly turned towards his girlfriend with a twitching smile and asked, "Uh...are you okay?"
Of course, she was.
Not.
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A/N:- Thanks for reading.
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