Third Person's POV
And just like that, the battlefield returned. Ethan exhaled in a slow and steady manner with his mind as calm as still water.
The suffocating weight was gone.
The false voices distorted and unraveled into empty whispers before they vanished altogether.
And just like that, his mind returned to the battlefield.
Ethan exhaled in a slow and steady manner and he found his mind as calm as still water.
The suffocating weight that his mind had been feeling under those accusatory gazes was gone and the fake emotions were erased.
The illusion had been nothing but a trick, nevertheless, it had served as a great lesson that he would rember for a long ti.
His gaze lifted and locked onto Zarghul's crimson eyes.
The skull avatar hissed as its essence flickered and its form shifted in agitation.
But before Ethan could fully ground himself and before he could even react, a burst of killing intent exploded from his blind spot.
The howling of a blade split the air in front of him.
His instincts scread.
Move!
Ethan twisted his body at the last possible mont.
A black-bladed bone broadsword, wreathed in the ghastly gray Netherfla, cut through the space where his throat had been just a heartbeat earlier.
But though he was successful in avoiding instant death, he wasn't unscathed.
A sharp and searing pain burned across his neck.
A black mark smoldered against his skin and tried to burn his trachea, vocal chord, and all the nerves on his neck as it continuously burned with gray cursed flas.
His breath hitched and his mind roiled in imnse pain. It was unlike anything he had experienced.
Even the dying bullet that had pierced his chest in the last monts of his previous life did not hurt as much as this bit of gray Nether fla did.
But despite his eyes watering and him nearly fainting from the pain, he focused on that small white ember in the deepest part of his consciousness.
It responded to his cry for help and a searing white fla appeared on his neck and started fighting with the ominous gray flas.
Finally, he was able to breathe easily.
That was too close.
Though it sounded long, it happened instantly and he had no ti to process any counterasures or anything further.
No ti to process. No ti to hesitate.
In the air before him, a Bony Knight pressed forward as it wielded a broadsword burning with gray flas in both hands like an extension of death itself.
Ethan barely had ti to throw himself backward in the air when the broadsword swung again and this ti a gray line of sword slash shot out from its edge and burned the air itself as it created a vacuum.
It continued to the flat dark peak and lted through it like butter.
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The force of the strike sent tremors through the air, and the cursed energy left a corrosive mist in its wake.
He flipped mid-air and twisted his body in a way that defied normal human balance yet the knight was already on him.
It was another strike and another and another.
Each swipe of the broadsword blurred with terrifying speed and its void-tinged edge barely missed Ethan's limbs by inches.
He knew that If he made even a single misstep and if his reflexes lagged even slightly—his body would be cleaved in two before he could even register the pain.
His body burned with the strain of high-speed evasion and his muscles scread from the relentless dodging.
His mind was sharp, and focused, and yet—he could feel the pressure mounting on him.
He did not even have ti to steady himself, so how could he think about a counterattack?
Ethan's movents remained fluid, but deep inside, he knew that this couldn't continue.
The gray Netherfla flickering along the knight's blade pulsed ominously as it sought to consu him whole.
The cursed fla corroded everything it touched. Even the re proximity of the energy felt like it was gnawing at his very existence.
His fingers tightened on his broken saber. There was only one way to counter this.
The sacred white fla within him stirred even more as if responding to the challenge before him.
It was as if it was alive and wanted to rush out on seeing the gray Netherfla causing havoc.
Feeling it, Ethan didn't think too much as a smirk tugged at Ethan's lips.
Fine then. Burn.
He willed it forward.
The white flas roared to life as they licked up the length of his broken saber.
The fire coalesced and swirled at the shattered tip of his broken saber before it forged itself into the curved edge of the saber and completed its unfinished state.
It was now a blade reborn from pure and unrelenting fla.
For the first ti, a thick curved saber fully ford in his grasp.
Its upper half burned in a glowing white fire while the dull black hilt and the lower part remained the sa.
Unlike before, when they had simply been a passive force but now they were like a living entity and responded to his intent and fed off his will.
The mont the cursed gray flas clashed with his sacred fire, they shrank back and resisted as though it was recoiling from sothing fundantally opposite to their nature.
Ethan's eyes narrowed.
So, the Netherfla wasn't invincible after all.
His movents shifted. He was no longer just dodging but he was adapting, calculating, and had started countering.
The knight swung its broadsword downward as it aid to split him in half.
Seeing those familiar crimson flashes in the bony knight's helt he knew that the Nihility Demon was fighting him on his own this ti.
In response to the threat to end his life, Ethan didn't retreat.
Instead, he t the attack head-on. His white fire flared as it surged to et the gray Netherfla.
The mont they collided, the battlefield erupted in a flash of clashing energies.
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