Extra Borne: Transmigrated Into A System Apocalypse Soulsborne Novel-Chapter 73 - 71: The Weight of Grief (2)

Agon lay crumpled on the cold, unfeeling surface of the empty void... a shattered husk of a man, his soul and very being flickering like a dying ember. His body, bruised and broken, barely resembled anything human. Alter Yadred loomed above him, an embodiment of grief given form, his mere presence weighing down the world itself. The oppressive atmosphere suffocated everything, draining color, sound, and life from the empty void.

The assault continued. Each stomp came with a sickening crunch that reverberated through the emptiness, followed by the wet, dull thud of flesh meeting unyielding force. Yadred’s movements were intentional, methodical, like an executioner prolonging the inevitable.

Agon barely twitched. His body spasmed weakly with each kick, the faint remnants of resistance flickering out like a candle smothered by the empty void’s endless wind. His breath came in shallow gasps, a stuttering rhythm that teetered on the edge of silence.

And then, Yadred paused.

He tilted his head, an eerie calm washing over his storm-like figure. The black grieving aura of despair coiled lazily around him, seeping from his skin like smoke from a dying fire. His hollow blue burning eyes narrowed as he crouched, kneeling beside Agon’s broken form. Slowly, like savoring the moment, he reached down and pressed one massive, unrelenting hand against Agon’s chest, pinning him to the ground.

With his free hand, Yadred grabbed Agon’s limp left arm. For a moment, there was no sound but the mournful wail of the void itself.

And then.. CRACK!

Agon’s scream tore through the silence, raw and painful, the sound of a soul ripped asunder. His consciousness surged back like a flood, dragged from the edges of oblivion by the sheer intensity of pain. He writhed weakly beneath Yadred’s iron grip, his wide, pained filled lifeless eyes searching for anything... hope, escape, mercy.. but finding nothing but emptiness.

Yadred’s expression didn’t change. If anything, there was an air of an unknown intent as he let Agon’s left arm drop uselessly to the ground, limp and shattered. Without a word, he seized Agon’s other arm.

Crack!

This time, no scream came. Agon’s mouth opened, his lips forming a silent cry, but his voice had fled. The empty void swallowed the sound before it could escape, leaving only the faint echo of agony in its place.

"Pathetic," Yadred muttered, his voice low and venomous. He leaned closer, his breath cold and heavy with the weight of sorrow. "How weak you are, Wanderer.. To think... you were meant to stand against me. A warrior? No. You’re a worm, writhing in the dirt, crushed beneath the weight of your own insignificance bravery..."

He stood, towering over Agon like a darkness given form, and raised one of his armored feet. With a deliberate slowness that dripped with a grieving malice, he brought it down onto Agon’s legs.

Crack! Crack!

The sound of bone splintering echoed through the void, a terrible symphony of suffering. Agon’s body convulsed weakly, his breaths reduced to faint, broken gasps. His gray hair, streaked with blood and sweat, now gleamed with a silvery sheen... its transformation nearing completion.

Yadred knelt once more, his hollow blue gaze locking onto Agon’s dulled, lifeless gaze. With one hand, he grabbed a fistful of Agon’s hair, lifting his head like a trophy for the void to see.

"Look at you," Yadred said, his tone dripping with disdain. "You cling to this fleeting existence, yet you refuse to fight for it. Are you afraid of what lies within? Afraid of the monster you’ve buried deep inside?"

He slammed Agon’s head into the ground with a bone-rattling force. The impact sent cracks spiderwebbing through the empty space beneath them, each fracture radiating an eerie glow that flickered like dying starlight.

Then the void began to change.

The air grew heavier, denser, as if the very fabric of reality were folding in on itself. A low, mournful hum filled the space, rising in pitch until it became a keening wail that burrowed into the mind. Grieving darkness writhed and coalesced into monstrous forms, their shapes shifting and melting like grieving specters.

This was Existence Grief Wrapping.

The ground split open, revealing twin hands of writhing, blackened primordial grieving energy that clawed their way into existence. They reached for Agon’s limp body, their touch cold and unfeeling as they lifted him from the ground. Slowly, they raised him toward the empty void’s endless colorless sky, holding him aloft like an offering to the abyss.

Yadred spread his arms wide, his voice a silent thunderous echo that reverberated through the empty void. "This... will be your greatest torment. You will feel grief beyond what your feeble mind can fathom. Despair so deep, it will unmake you."

And then, it began.

Duum!

A wave of anguish slammed into Agon, piercing through him like a blade of unquenchable grief and sorrow. It was a tide of torment, an unrelenting flood of despair that seeped into his very soul. His body convulsed, his broken screams rising in a crescendo of pain that knew no bounds.

The empty void answered his cries, its mournful wails harmonizing with his agony. The tide did not stop. It filled him, over and over, drowning him in its endless depths. His screams became hoarse, more broken, as even his existence began to unravel beneath the weight of it all.

And then, there was silence..... a deep one.

The grieving hands released him, letting his lifeless body fall to the ground with a hollow thud. For a moment, the empty void was still. Even the grieving darkness ceased their writhing, and the oppressive hum of despair faded into an uneasy quiet.

But then... Something happened.

Du! Du! Du!

The space trembled violently, as if the empty void itself were recoiling. Cracks tore through the ground, their jagged edges glowing with an unearthly pale light.

Agon’s body which laid still on the empty space ground, his face pale, his eyes shut close.... But suddenly, his shut eyes snapped open...

They were no longer their familiar yellowish-brown, but a sickly, fiery blue that burned with an intensity that seemed to consume the empty void itself.

[SYSTEM]

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TRAIT: MIST OMEGA ROAMER

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Then a low, guttural growl rumbled from Agon’s throat, raw and primal, filled with a rage that shook the very fabric of the empty void.

Agon had evolved.

But what had awakened... was no longer human.

Screech!!

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A raw screech erupted from Agon’s throat as he began to convulse unnaturally....