Extra Borne: Transmigrated Into A System Apocalypse Soulsborne Novel-Chapter 57 - 55: The Rift Within

When Geralda told me not to attack, her words weighed heavily in my mind. I didn’t take it as a mere suggestion... it was a mystery. A puzzle. Something in her tone, the deliberate calmness, made me question the meaning behind her words.

I watched as the Knight of the Void moved, his black, pulsing armor rippling like a rift torn from the depths of space. There was no glow, no shimmer, no reflection... only an oppressive void that devoured light itself. That was when I understood.

His armor wasn’t just protection. It was an embodiment of a dimensional rift, an infinite void that made him untouchable. No blade could pierce it, no energy could scar it, no force could bend it. Physical attacks, dimensional strikes, even the most potent energy-based assaults would vanish into the abyss, erased as if they never existed.

But every armor, no matter how impenetrable, has its flaw.

Geralda’s cryptic instructions echoed in my mind: Wait for the right moment. That’s why I stayed hidden, why I dissolved into the mist, observing every detail, every movement, waiting for the opportunity to strike.

And when it came, I didn’t hesitate.

My blade pierced the unpierceable.

"Cunning wanderer," Altronotch said, his voice a slow, deliberate rumble. His hand pressed against his midsection, where pitch-black liquid seeped from the wound... a substance neither blood nor ichor but something far more alien, defying even the concept of life and death.

I offered no reply, dematerializing into mist and drifting to where Geralda stood. Her presence was calm, unshaken, her gaze fixed on the Knight of the Void.

When I reached her, I rematerialized, the mist condensing into flesh and form.

"Well done," she said, her voice as composed as ever. "You understood perfectly."

"I don’t think the stab will be enough," I replied, my tone matching hers in calmness, though my eyes remained locked on Altronotch. He stood tall despite the wound, his presence as imposing as ever.

"It won’t," she admitted, her words slow and calm.

I wanted to ask what the next step was, but the ground beneath us trembled violently.

Du! Du! Du!

The blood-soaked mud quaked as if the earth itself recoiled in terror. My eyes dimmed, the world around me collapsing into darkness.

.....

When I opened my eyes, my vision blurred, my head throbbing. A low groan escaped my lips as the haze began to clear.

I was no longer on the battlefield.

The space around me was vast and formless, a void where light seemed to exist but had no source. The air was heavy, suffocating, yet eerily still.

Vroom.

A sound.... a piercing hum rushed past me. It wasn’t heard in the conventional sense; it was as though the sound bypassed my ears and struck directly into my mind. Instinctively, I dodged, my body reacting before my thoughts caught up.

I turned toward the direction of the sound but saw nothing.

"A deception," I muttered to myself, releasing my senses. I stretched my detection outward, letting every vibration, every subtle disturbance in the air, come to me. I could feel the faintest shifts, the smallest breaths of the unseen.

Then, I heard it.

Kieeek!

A screech tore through the void, sharp and sudden, erupting from behind me. I rolled instinctively, the ground beneath me cold and solid despite the formless nature of the space.

When I rose, I saw it.

A massive figure loomed in the darkness... a bird, no, a bat. Its shape was monstrous, its presence suffocating. It had no color, no tangible form. It was invisible, an unseen predator in this desolate void. But my heightened senses painted its silhouette in my mind, piecing together its presence through sound and motion.

It lunged at me, wings outstretched like the shadow of death.

Without hesitation, I summoned my bow. The weapon materialized in my hands, its form sleek and familiar. I pulled the string taut, an arrow forming in the space between my fingers. The arrow swirled with a high-energy vortex, a brilliant blue light cutting through the oppressive darkness.

I released.

The arrow tore through the air, a streak of destructive energy. It struck the invisible bat, ripping through its form like a tide consuming sand. The creature let out a pained scream before dissolving into nothingness, its presence erased.

I exhaled, lowering the bow.

That was a little too easy, I thought, the words ringing hollow in my mind. Easy victories were a prelude to harder trials, a calm before the storm.

As if the void itself heard my thoughts, my senses flared.

Something was coming.

My detection screamed, an alarm that rattled every nerve in my body.

I sighed

That’s why it’s better to keep your mind shut in times like these, I muttered inwardly, steeling myself for what was to come.

***

(Third Person POV)

The battle between Altronotch and Geralda raged on, their clash a symphony of destruction that warped the blood-soaked, muddy ground beneath them. But then, without warning, Agon vanished.

Geralda noticed immediately. Her sharp eyes caught the faint shimmer of displacement where Agon had stood moments before, but she didn’t flinch. She didn’t move, her focus unbroken.

"What did you do?" Geralda asked, her voice calm as always...

"A pest needs to be disposed of properly," Altronotch replied, his voice echoing like a tolling bell. He straightened, his imposing form towering, and the pitch-black void liquid oozing from his midsection halted its flow. "So, I sent him someplace... fitting for waste disposal."

His words hung heavy in the air, laden with disdain.

And then, it began.

The world seemed to hold its breath as a chant rose, filling the atmosphere with an unsettling resonance. The voice wasn’t singular... it came from everywhere and nowhere, an omnipresent hymn that defied comprehension.

"In the eternal stillness of the cosmic void, where stars are devoured and silence reigns,

A knight forgotten, a blade unbound, I carve the end from existence profound.

A kingless knight for a boundless fate, a blade of rifts to annihilate.

Let darkness sing, let reality weep, for the void shall claim its infinite keep.

A CALL IS FOR THE VOID."

DOMAIN WEAVER: ENDLESS ABYSS

The pitch-black void that surrounded Altronotch surged outward, swallowing the blood-soaked battlefield like a ravenous beast. The blood soaked muddy ground trembled violently, cracks spiderwebbing across the earth as if the planet itself recoiled from the Knight’s power.

Du! Du! Du! Du!

The pounding rhythm of reality breaking under the void’s pressure resounded through the air.

"Now, fight me with all you have," Altronotch commanded, his voice a calm storm that reverberated through the shifting domain. "That is the only way you’ll see that petty wanderer again."

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His words carried an air of inevitability, like the tolling of a final bell.

Geralda remained silent, her molten gaze fixed on the Knight. She seemed to weigh her options, her expression inscrutable.

She closed her eyes.

The metallic stench of ichor and decay filled her nostrils as she inhaled deeply. The suffocating heat of the battlefield, the echoes of their clashes, and the weight of the moment flowed through her. She exhaled slowly, a calmness that belied the power gathering within her.

The ground trembled again, more violently this time.

The ashen-gray sky above Altronotch’s domain darkened further, streaks of multicolored lightning tearing through the oppressive clouds. Red, yellow, and white bolts erupted with deafening booms, each strike a declaration of doom that reverberated through the air.

Geralda’s ash-dark energy, once a subtle aura, now flared with quiet intensity. It radiated from her form, calm yet searing, as though it sought to consume the very fabric of existence.

When she opened her eyes, the transformation was complete.

Her once-brown eyes, flecked with faint molten gold, were gone. In their place burned pure, molten magma gold. To look into them was to feel the weight of oblivion, to sense the fire that could burn existence itself into nothingness.

"This isn’t your full prime, O Fallen One," Altronotch said, his calm tone laced with disappointment. "Why do you still belittle me?"

Geralda did not respond immediately. She lifted her blade, the Sjiur, slowly, deliberately.

"Stench and decay," she began, her voice soft but carrying the weight of millennia. "I’ve seen it all."

Her blade gleamed with ash-dark energy, cutting the space around her with its mere presence.

"gods and immortals.. mere names," she continued, her tone even. "In the end, we all die the same forsaken death."

Her words hung in the air as she shifted into a battle stance, the weight of her declaration echoing like a death knell.

"I am Geralda," she declared, the name resonating with unspoken power, "Sworn Sword of Yadred."

Her magma-gold eyes burned brighter, a searing intensity that seemed to challenge the void itself.

"The Fallen," she paused, the silence heavy with anticipation, "and the Undefeated One."

Her final words rang out like the crash of a gong, shaking the air with their power.

And at that moment, the void seemed to falter.

The Fallen One had taken this battle seriously.