From the formation, a giant black sword started coming out of it, slow and steady. Seventh stared at the sword, his eyes filled with shock.
"What the hell is that?" he asked.
"I simply pulled the Judgnt card," the Joker said with a smile plastered on his face.
"Judgnt card? What sort of magic is that? We don't have this sort of magic," Seventh said.
"It's called the Joker of the Abyss, the ability to pull anything into reality through a card," Silva explained.
"No, sothing like this should not be possible," Seventh said.
"I think you have bigger problems," the Joker said, pointing at the sword that was almost fully out.
"I can just leave here now and make sure that it doesn't touch ," Seventh said, but as he spoke, he discovered that he couldn't even move his body at all.
"The Sword of Judgnt will tie down its target unless the target possesses greater will than it, but as it stands, you do not," the Joker explained.
Seventh stared in shock. He had wanted to finish Silva off now, but he discovered that Silva had been toying with him all this while.
"Tell sothing, Seventh. Who is the strongest version of on this planet?" Silva asked.
"Second, or as we call him, Pri. His power is comparable to a god. You might be strong now, but when you et with Pri, he will destroy you.
And that is if you ever make it to Pri. The others will shut you down. You don't get it, Silva. All the opportunities that you have had, we also had them and also grew," Seventh said.
"The opportunities I had? You all never had anything like what I had. You don't understand yet because I am not like you all anymore.
I could have ended this fight as fast as it began, but I wanted to see what you were about at the least, and honestly, I am not impressed.
You are the one before , yet I am stronger than you. You are weak, and that's why you could not defeat anyone," Silva said.
His words enraged Seventh. He tried to break free from the grip of the Judgnt sword, but no matter how he tried, he couldn't.
Soon, the entire sword had co out and shot down toward Seventh. Seventh looked up, his eyes flashed red, and imdiately he transford into his black dragon form.
He stood there, a mighty and powerful dragon. He raised his mouth to the sword and fired a beam of black flas at the sword, trying to slow it down, but the sword cut through it all.
The sword finally reached Seventh, and on contact, a massive explosion followed. The shockwave spread out, the ground exploded, and debris flew in every direction. Silva was left standing in a crater after that.
"What the hell was that card, bro?" Silva looked at his clone and asked.
"I just thought of it. The potential of what we can do now that you are a demigod is stupidly amazing," the clone said.
When the dust and debris from the explosion finally died down, lying at the center was Seventh, his clothes burned badly, and so was his body.
But he was still alive and breathing. He struggled slowly back to his feet, his eyes still red, and his rage still there. He grabbed both of his swords and pointed them at Silva.
"I will not allow you to destroy it all!" he roared. He coughed up blood as he did and then charged at Silva, pushing his body despite the fact that he was incredibly injured.
Silva also charged in, his sword blazing with black flas. He slashed from above his head, while Seventh slashed from the sides.
All three swords collided, and another massive shockwave spread out for hundreds of ters. Seventh coughed blood as the impact churned his insides.
"What's happening? Why has your healing not kicked in yet?" Silva asked, but Seventh didn't answer. He pushed back and charged again, and Silva blocked the attack, causing him to cough out blood again.
Seventh did this over and over until Silva realized that he was actually trying to die. Seventh was signaling Silva without saying a word. His hidden desire was to end it all.
Silva knew all this could be speculation, but he didn't care. He would end this here and now. So when Seventh charged again, Silva dodged the blade and stabbed right through his heart.
Seventh froze. Silva pulled the blade out of his chest. Seventh used his last movents to turn and look at Silva.
"Finally, I'm free. Thank you," he said and fell to the ground, dead.
"So he did want to die. It must have finally gotten to him," Silva said.
The crystal sword dissolved into light after he died, while the abyssal blade rusted and shattered into bits.
Silva walked to the body. He picked him up from the ground and then walked to the center of the crater and laid the body down. He used his sword to dig out the soil, making a shallow grave.
"You are still at the end of it all. I know you tried your best. I know you felt this was your only solution, and I respect that, but I need those that are with to stay alive, and that is by all ans necessary.
I hope after this, you reincarnate sowhere good, without mories of this world and the pain you felt," Silva said and buried the body of Seventh. He covered up the grave and walked away.
"Let's go," he said to his clone. They both walked out of the crater. When he reached the top, Silva looked back at the grave one last ti and walked off.
'I'll go after all the versions of . I'll stop you, no matter what it takes. Wait for , Pri,' he said in his mind and walked off.
As he left, the dirt on the grave where he buried Seventh shook a little.
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