Timeless Assassin Chapter 964 Perfection

(The Heart of The Pit, Helmuth's POV)

*SLASH*

*THRUMM*

The mont Soron opened the portal to the Fourth Dinsion, sothing inside Helmuth snapped.

Rage drowned out reason as he surged forward with reckless abandon, instincts screaming louder than caution.

"Oh no you don't! Soron, you COWARD! I'm not finished with you yet!"

He roared as he hurled himself between Soron and the portal, determined to block his escape at all costs, never realizing that in doing so, he had stepped exactly where Soron wanted him to stand. Soron was not foolish.

The angle of the portal, the position of his body, the way he shielded himself from Mauriss and Kaelith while leaving Helmuth unchecked- none of it was coincidence.

For although he did not want Mauriss or Kaelith interfering, he did want Helmuth there, between him and the portal, exactly as he was

now.

*SLASH*

Helmuth swung his massive axe in a furious arc, his aim being to cleave Soron's head clean off his shoulders before he could run away, and for the briefest instant, it seed as though he could succeed.

*Ti slowing*

*Blade approaching*

Soron stood there until the final nanosecond, until the very last

mont the strike should have connected.

But then he was gone, as for a single heartbeat he left nothing but empty space behind, as Helmuth's wild swing missed its intended target.

*SWOOSH*

Helmuth stumbled off balance, the strength behind the strike pulling him forward, as it was his own movent that forced Mauriss and Kaelith to abort their individual attacks, so as to not be caught in his uncontrollable arc.

*Stumble*

The axe missed, Helmuth stumbled forward, his balance broken by his own montum, as in that sa instant, Soron reappeared exactly where he had been before, ti snapping back into place as though nothing had changed.

Except everything had, as Soron hesitated no more.

*SLAM*

*KICK*

Soron drove his heel into Helmuth's chest with brutal precision, pouring everything into the strike as he sent the Berserker God hurtling backward.

*SWALLOW*

The Fourth Dinsional Portal devoured Helmuth the mont he crossed its boundary, space folding inward as the Berserker God vanished, his eyes wide with confusion, as he failed to comprehend as to why Soron would attempt sothing so aningless? After all, Helmuth could simply force his way back out.....

Or so he believed, as what he did not know, and what Soron knew all too well, was that soone else was waiting for him on the other side.

*Throw*

A breath later, Soron hurled one of the Grudgekeeper Daggers into the portal just before it collapsed, the blade vanishing into the Fourth Dinsion in silence, as he took a slightly hopeful gamble that was more of a prayer than a plan.

If Moltherak succeeded in overtaking Helmuth, perhaps the ancient Dragon would pass the dagger on to Leo when the ti ca.

And if not...

Then the blade would be lost to the endless void alongside everything else that had ever fallen between dinsions.

As despite knowing the risks, Soron knew it was his best shot at passing the dagger on, or at least ensuring that it wasn't handed over to the enemy after his death.

*SWOOSH*

*SLASH*

The very next instant, the battle continued as though nothing even happened, as Soron weaved through yet another barrage of attacks coming his way, his eyes full of excitent, as he knew that he had finally completed his last duty as the Cult's Sect Master, and that he had to fight for no-one but his own revenge from here on out. "What did you do? Why did you kick Helmuth in? And why did you throw your dagger after him?"

Mauriss asked in a confused voice, as even now the Deceiver could not understand the motivation behind Soron's actions.

However, Soron did not care to explain, his lips slowly turning upwards as his killing intent flared for one last ti.

"You want to know why I did that....?"

He asked, his voice low and powerful.

"Co try extract the answer over my dead body!"

He dared, as he charged like a man who had nothing left to lose

anymore, with his one last Grudgekeeper Dagger still in his hand.

(anwhile, inside the Fourth Dinsion)

For a brief mont, Helmuth felt confused and annoyed as to why Soron would push him into the Fourth Dinsion for no reason? However, just as he felt like it was just a flimsy trick to buy ti and was ready to force his way back out, a suffocating pressure pressed down on his back, so dense and ancient that even his divine instincts recoiled, as though sothing far older than him had just placed a hand upon the constitution of his soul.

"You've co a long way since I last saw you... boy!"

The voice did not echo.

It pressed.

Helmuth stiffened, then slowly turned, his irritation giving way to

dawning recognition as his gaze locked onto the colossal form looming behind him, scales the color of dried blood and molten iron

stretching across a body that seed to be fused into the Fourth

Dinsion itself.

Moltherak.

The Red Dragon's golden eyes burned like twin suns, focused and

predatory, as they did not radiate fury or haste, but rather the patient certainty of a creature that had destroyed entire galaxies before Helmuth had even learnt how to crawl, as for a heartbeat, the space

between them vibrated.

*THRUMM*

For a while, Helmuth simply looked into Moltherak's eyes, stunned, before then breaking into a genuine hearty laugh.

"Ha...hahahahaha"

A deep, guttural chuckle rolled out of his chest, carrying equal parts

amusent and respect, as realization finally snapped into place as to why Soron had kicked him in here.

"So that's it..." Helmuth said, straightening as his irritation lted into

sothing sharper.

"That's what your aim was throughout our past exchanges.

You were setting up for this mont here...."

His grin widened.

"So that you could feed to him."

Instead of retreating, instead of bracing defensively, Helmuth rolled

his shoulders back and let his own killing intent pour outward, unrestrained and savage, as his berserker's will sharpened by countless wars and victories flared around him like a raging storm.

*THRUMM*

The Fourth Dinsion shuddered.

Space rippled and warped as two ancient pressures collided head-on,

invisible forces screaming against one another as Moltherak's primordial aura t Helmuth's berserker wrath, the clash sending fractures of distorted light racing across the void like cracks in glass.

"Sorry to disappoint you here, old bones. But you can take your grip

away from my soul, for regardless of how hard you try, I will never yield my body to you."

Helmuth said, his expression stern as he asked Moltherak to back off while he still could.

However, contrary to his expectations, Moltherak did not even pause for a heartbeat to consider his words, as instead he started the soul annihilation procedure at once.

"Your threats have no bearing on , young child.

I have been without a body for too long now and will stop at nothing

to obtain one.

I will either walk out of the fourth dinsion today with your body as my new vessel.

Or I will die here in the Fourth Dinsion after being reduced to nothing.

But one way or another, I will be set free for sure."

He said, as he wasted no ti and lunged towards Helmuth, his red

formless soul invading the Berserker's body, as the two beca embroiled in a test of wills on who could endure the annihilation of soul power longer.