Executioner's League-Chapter 86: Friendship vs Resonace!

Senjuro spun around, only to find emptiness. He clenched his teeth. "Mirage Break!" he roared, channeling energy into multiple fiery projections. Mirage forms split from him, creating a sphere of concentrated flux between them. It pulsed once—twice—before launching toward Rin at a velocity that tore through the space between.

Rin narrowed his eyes. In a calm whisper, he spoke, "Nova Absorb: Reverse."

A rip in space unfolded before him—a dimensional portal conjured from his Astralveil Nexus. The sphere vanished into it with a pulse, reappearing instantly behind Senjuro at the same devastating speed. Before he could react, the attack struck him squarely.

The impact sent Senjuro crashing to the ground, the corrupted flux around him sputtering and fading into silence. Dust and light slowly settled as Rin walked toward him, his eyes filled not with triumph—but sorrow.

He knelt beside his fallen friend and gently lifted him. "I don't know how deep this corruption runs," Rin whispered, his voice low and filled with pain, "but I'll bring you back. No matter what it takes."

He carried Senjuro to his bed in silence. The others had already noticed something was wrong—but only Rin had faced the darkness head-on.

Later that night, Rin stood alone on the cliffside, the wind brushing against him as he looked up at the moon. Its light bathed the land in a pale glow—still, silent, and watching.

"I'll bring you back, Senjuro," Rin whispered again, his axe resting beside him, glowing faintly with the last remnants of their battle. "I swear it on the stars."

Rin sat alone beneath the pale glow of the moon, the night whispering gently through the trees. The wind was still, yet something in the air felt charged—alive. He closed his eyes, letting his mind drift through the silence. Then, faintly, a soft and soothing female voice echoed in his thoughts.

"Rin... think with your heart, decide with your mind, initiate with focus."

His eyes shot open. He looked around, startled. "Who is it?" he asked silently, speaking into the void of his mind. "Reveal yourself!"

No answer came. Only the fading echo of those words, still pulsing gently through his consciousness.

Rin turned his gaze back toward the moon. The voice had vanished, but its message lingered. He repeated it to himself slowly: "Think with my heart... decide with my mind... initiate with focus."

The phrase struck something deep within him. He didn't fully understand its meaning, but it resonated with every fiber of his being. As he pondered it, something within him began to stir—a ripple of energy that seemed to pulse from his core outward.

Unknowingly, he had triggered something—an ascension. A flux deep within him awakened, spiraling and resonating with a newfound harmony. Pure energy surged through his veins, not like the battle-forged power he had known, but something more refined... something awakened by clarity and purpose.

He looked down at his hands, now gently glowing with a soft, celestial shimmer. "What... is this?" he whispered.

Lifting his hand, Rin channeled the energy swirling within. He focused his thoughts, and a sphere of comet-like flux formed in his palm. Without hesitation, he cast it into the air.

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The sphere ascended, then burst apart into dozens of streaking flux comets. They scattered like stars across the sky, raining down in luminous arcs. Some soared higher, illuminating the clouds. Others fell toward the earth, dissolving into the land.

As he watched them fall, a strange realization struck him. His smile faded slightly as a deeper thought formed.

"Some go up," he murmured, "and some... fall."

That single observation triggered a cascade of memories and suspicions. The incident at Segrito. The scattered chaos across Celestia. The political betrayals. The secret alliances. And a name... Jacob Bethelle.

"We thought Segrito was destroyed," Rin whispered, his voice growing colder, more resolute. "But we never confirmed who did it. Or if it's even gone. Jacob Bethelle... he may still be aligned with Segrito. If that's true, then Segrito isn't finished."

The thought made his pulse race, but what came next chilled him further.

"And Lord Z... what if he's Professor Z? It would explain everything. The manipulation, the distractions, the orchestrated chaos. This entire situation—Celestia's downfall—could be his grand design. A play he's been scripting for years."

Rin clenched his fists, flux sparking around him once more. The realization weighed heavily, but it also solidified something within him.

"If they're moving to take control of Celestia," he said, standing tall beneath the moonlight, "then they'll have to face me first. Whatever comes next... I will protect this world."

With that vow, a light burst from within his core—a radiant reaction not of anger or desperation, but of conviction. His energy flared once more, this time refined by clarity and resolve. The form he had awakened moments ago had not just been a transformation—it was an alignment with purpose. An ascension born not from rage or despair, but from understanding.

The voice in his mind had vanished. But its message had planted something within him.

And as Rin stood beneath the falling stars, the fate of Celestia shifted—just slightly—toward hope.