While Cassie quietly explained the fragnts of her terrifying vision to Sunny and Nephis beneath the dim crimson sky, Senrix remained completely motionless nearby, his unconscious body resting against the cold stone platform like a fallen warrior finally granted a mont of peace after endless battle.
Yet within the depths of his soul—
He was awake.
Senrix slowly drifted through the endless darkness of his Soul Sea, surrounded by vast oceans of crimson essence that stretched farther than the eye could see. Countless sparks of scarlet light floated silently around him like dying stars adrift in an endless void, while waves of burning essence rolled beneath his feet with enough pressure to suffocate ordinary Awakened.
The atmosphere felt ancient.
Heavy.
Overwhelming.
At the very center of the Soul Sea floated his soul core.
It burned endlessly.
Not like ordinary fire.
No—
It resembled a miniature sun wrapped in chains of destruction and war, radiating a terrifying pressure that caused the very sea around it to distort slightly.
Senrix stared at it quietly before letting out a long sigh.
"...First relic already?"
His voice echoed softly throughout the vast darkness.
Then he chuckled helplessly.
"Aren't I practically being spoiled at this point?"
The Nightmare Spell answered imdiately.
[Your understanding of Archangel of Conquest has deepened.]
[You have received a mory.]
The crimson waters around him trembled faintly.
Senrix blinked once.
Then once more.
"...Seriously?"
For several monts, he simply floated there speechlessly before suddenly laughing out loud.
"I'm practically the golden child of the Nightmare Spell."
His grin widened.
"Must've inherited Mom's luck."
The thought imdiately reminded him of an old mory.
A mory belonging both to himself… and to the previous Senrix whose consciousness had completely fused with his own.
He rembered Broken Sword once speaking about Smile of Heaven.
About Filian.
Back then, his father had laughed helplessly while explaining how absurdly blessed his wife had been by fate.
Out of the five hundred Nightmare Creatures she killed during her years as a Master—
She had received nearly fifty mories.
Fifty.
An utterly ridiculous number.
Even among Legacies, such luck bordered on monstrous.
Most Awakened could spend years fighting and never obtain even a fraction of that amount.
Yet Filian had simply smiled and treated it as normal.
Senrix couldn't help but laugh quietly again.
"...Yeah."
He looked toward the burning soul core.
"It definitely runs in the family."
After remaining silent for a short while, he slowly opened his runes again.
It had already been nearly half a month since he last properly checked them.
Golden letters imdiately appeared before his eyes, illuminating the endless darkness of the Soul Sea with an ethereal glow.
Na: Senrix
True na: Avatar of Apocalypse
Rank: dormant
Class: Monster
Soul fragnts: [328/2000]
Aspect na: [Scourge bringer]
Aspect rank: [Divine]
Aspect description: [you are the walking origin of ruin. Where you walk, things unravel. Not through raw force, but through decay, collapse, and the spread of endings. You don't just break things, you teach them how to break themselves]
Dormant ability: [flas of ruin]
description: [You can command flas much hotter than it normally should.]
Innate ability: [Mixed Blood]
Ability description: [You absorb a set amount of soul essence of any Nightmare Creature destroyed by your flas, as well as of any human]
mories:
mory: [Crimson Engine]
mory Rank: Awakened
mory Tier: III
mory Type: Armor
mory Description: [forged in the dying breath of a Kingdom renowned for its peerless artisans and blacksmiths, this relic is their final masterpiece. It was wrought in steel and wrath before the tide of abominations ca, an endless host marched forth beneath the shadow of a titan whose head scraped the heavens. Now it waits, hungry for blood and war.]
mory Enchantnt:
[Living Iron] - The armor knits itself back together when broken, feeding on ambient essence. If the core is shattered, the nding stops.
[Feast of evolution] - It rembers the blood and essence it drinks, slowly reshaping itself. Each change is final, and not always kind.
[Tempest Wings] - Plates unfurl into iron wings. They bear the wielder to the sky and strike like blades when folded against a foe.
[Ember Heart] - Fla gathers in the gauntlets and boots, spewing forth in hungry bursts. The longer it waits, the fiercer it burns.
[Storm's Breath] - Air is drawn and compressed within the armor, then released as crushing gusts that can scatter n and stone alike.
[Blood Oath] - The armor will not wake without the taste of the wielder's blood. This binds flesh to steel, and in return grants a surge of crimson strength—though the price is paid in life.
[Crimson Arsenal] - The gauntlets fold and unfold into blades, hooks, and spears at will. No two fights see the sa weapon drawn.
mory: [Flask of Eternal Well]
mory Rank: Awakened
mory Tier: II
mory Type: Tool
mory Description: [Crafted by a thirsting hermit who wandered the desert for a hundred years, this vessel was his only companion. It never ran dry, even when the sands swallowed every oasis. Now it waits for another wanderer.]
Enchantnts:
[Endless Source] - The flask holds an infinite well of pure water. It can be drained continuously for up to one hour before running dry. Once emptied, it refills itself in the span of a few minutes.
[Unbroken Seal] - The flask is immune to cracking, shattering, and corrosion. No poison or curse can taint what it holds.
mory: [Hollow Carapace]
Rank: Awakened
Tier: I
Type: Utility
mory Description: [This curved fragnt of black chitin once protected the spine of a fallen Carapace Centaurion. Even in death, their shells refuse to let go of what they have claid.]
mory Enchantnt:
[Preservation] - Inside its curved darkness, nothing spoils. at stays fresh, water stays sweet, and the silence holds all things in a state of perfect stillness, as if the world outside had ceased to exist.
mory Na: [Dawnless Crown]
mory Rank: Transcendent
mory Tier: VII
mory Type: Relic
mory Description: [A black crown forged by the war goddess underneath a sun that would never rise again. Those who gaze upon it shall rember the terror of kneeling before an endless apocalypse.]
mory Enchantnt:
[Dread Dominion] - Those weaker in spirit are overco with fear and instinctively lower themselves before the bearer. The longer they remain within its presence, the heavier their souls beco.
Echoes: –
Attributes:
[Indomitable Human Spirit]-attribute description: "A rare and stubborn trait born from an unyielding soul. You possess a terrifying depth of willpower that refuses to bend, even when facing absolute doom or the crushing weight of divine power."
[Fated]-attribute description: "The strings of fate wrap tightly around you. Unlike events, both good and bad, are drawn by your presence. There are those who are blessed, and are those who are cursed... But rarely both"
[Spark of Divinity]-attribute description: "Every fire starts from a spark. Sowhere deep within your soul, a radiant spark shines with divine light."
[Dreamspawn]-attribute description: "You are born of two worlds, belonging to both, but welcod in neither. Your soul exists on the edge between nightmare and reality"
[Asura]-attribute description: "They were once the war goddess's most faithful blades, sworn to guard her throne. Pride and envy took root in their hearts, and they turned their steel against heaven. "
[The Apocalypse]-attribute description: "you bear the lineage of war that devoured the sun."
flaw: [Self-annihilator]
Flaw description: [The more you wield your power, the less remains of you]
Aspect legacy: [Archangel of Conquest]
Legacy description: [Forged from the shattered fetters of a broken sword, an all-encompassing apocalypse sought to ascend above the world. Yet before him stood a love that stretched into eternity. Together, they gave birth to the Archangel of Conquest, the one destined to conquer the very skies of heaven.]
First relic: Unlocked
Second relic: Locked
Third relic: Locked
Fourth relic: Locked
Fifth relic: Locked
Sixth relic: Locked
Seventh relic: Locked
The mont Senrix finished rereading the runes—
His eyes widened.
"Wha—"
His voice echoed loudly throughout the Soul Sea.
"A Transcendent mory?!"
For several monts, he simply stared at the runes in disbelief.
His very first Aspect Legacy relic…
Was a Transcendent Tier VII mory.
That was utterly absurd.
No—
Calling it absurd was an understatent.
Even Saints and Sovereigns would probably go mad if they learned that a re Sleeper had obtained a Transcendent relic directly from his Aspect Legacy.
Senrix slowly lowered himself onto one knee before the burning soul core.
His expression looked completely shaken.
"...This Spell genuinely loves ."
Then—
Without warning—
He suddenly threw both arms toward the sky and shouted at the top of his lungs.
"PRAISE THE WAR GODDESS!"
The crimson sea trembled violently.
"PRAISE THE GODDESS OF LIFE!"
Waves exploded upward around him.
"PRAISE THE PATRON GODDESS OF HUMANITY!"
The burning essence stord wildly throughout the endless darkness.
"PRAISE THE LADY OF TECHNOLOGY AND PROGRESS!!"
His voice thundered throughout the Soul Sea with enough force to make the crimson waters violently surge outward in every direction.
Obviously—
Nobody could hear him.
His physical body still remained unconscious outside in the real world.
Yet even then, the sheer volu of his voice inside the Soul Sea sounded utterly inhuman.
Eventually, after his emotional outburst ended, Senrix let out a long breath before falling backward into the crimson sea.
He floated there quietly while staring upward into the endless darkness above.
Honestly—
He had never felt particularly connected to the Sun God's lineage anyway.
Sure, it granted him imnse power.
Sure, it made him terrifying in battle.
But compared to that—
The thing he truly valued was much simpler.
It was the fact that the lineage connected him to the people he cared about.
To his father.
To his mother.
To Nephis.
To the remnants of the Immortal Fla Clan.
To the broken family still trying desperately to survive in a cruel world.
The Sun God's lineage gave him power.
But humanity—
Humanity was what gave that power aning.
A faint smile slowly appeared on Senrix's face.
Then he quietly closed his eyes while floating within the endless crimson sea of his soul.
Above him—
His burning soul core continued blazing eternally like a dying sun refusing to disappear.
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