Extra Borne: Transmigrated Into A System Apocalypse Soulsborne Novel-Chapter 75 - 73: Fleeting Struggle(2)

Boom!

The attack came without warning. Agon lunged forward, his monstrous form moving in a blur of mist and darkness. His fist, imbued with the same corrosive mist that seemed to pour endlessly from his body, shot toward Alter Yadred with a speed that defied comprehension. The air around his fist rippled, distorting as if reality itself were struggling to keep up with his movements.

But the blow never landed.

Before it could connect, an unseen force erupted between them, a barrier of pure despair that nullified Agon’s attack with an almost casual ease. Alter Yadred didn’t even flinch. His hand flicked slightly, a gesture so small it might have gone unnoticed. Yet, the effect was immediate.

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Agon’s monstrous form was sent flying, crashing into the empty space ground with a sickening thud. His body oozed more of the thick, mist-like liquid, but even as it pooled around him, it began to reform, knitting his wounds back together with a speed that defied all logic.

Screech!

Screeching in rage, Agon rose to his feet, his movements jerky and unnatural. His blue eyes burned with a feral intensity as he materialized a massive mist sword, its blade dwarfing the one he had wielded in his human form. The weapon seemed to pulse with a life of its own, its edges flickering like flames made of smoke and mist.

The empty void around them began to shift as Agon’s mist spread, thick and suffocating, until it enveloped everything in sight. The air grew heavy, the silence oppressive, broken only by the faint sound of Agon’s ragged breathing.

Then, with a speed that seemed to defy time itself, Agon swung his mist sword. The blade cut through the mist, leaving a trail of distorted air in its wake. It was a strike that should have been impossible to avoid, a blow that carried the weight of Agon’s rage and desperation.

But once again, it was met with an unseen force.

Dum!

The sound echoed through the void, a dull, resonant thud that seemed to reverberate through the very fabric of existence. Alter Yadred hadn’t moved. His Sorrowblight remained at his other hand, untouched. Yet, the force of his Lament Borne Aura was enough to deflect the attack, nullifying it with an almost dismissive ease.

Agon screeched again, the sound a mixture of rage and frustration. He lunged forward, his movements erratic and desperate. Each step seemed to take an eternity, as if the very air around him was resisting his advance. But he pressed on, driven by a primal instinct that refused to be quelled.

Alter Yadred watched him with grieving, unflinching eyes. Slowly, almost lazily, he raised his left hand. The air around him seemed to warp, twisting and folding in on itself as if reality itself were bending to his will.

Reality Grief Wrapping.

The effect was immediate. Agon’s monstrous form faltered, his movements slowing to a crawl as the weight of grieving despair pressed down on him. His hands, massive and clawed, clutched at his head as a guttural screech tore from his throat. The sound was one of pure anguish, a cry of grief that seemed to echo through the empty void.

But even as the Reality Grief Wrapping intensified, Agon refused to stop. His body trembled, his movements growing more labored with each passing second, yet he continued to press forward. Step by agonizing step, he closed the distance between them, his blue burning eyes locked on Alter Yadred with a feral intensity.

For a moment, it seemed as though he might actually reach him.

Then, with a speed that defied even the laws of existence, Agon dematerialized into a cloud of mist. He reappeared in front of Alter Yadred in an instant, his massive sword raised high above his head.

But Alter Yadred was ready.

Boom!

The sound was deafening, a shockwave of pure grieving despair that erupted from Alter Yadred’s body. The force of it sent Agon flying upwards, his monstrous form hovering midair. This time, there was no recovery. The mist that had once poured from his body began to dissipate, fading into the void as if it had never existed.

Agon’s monstrous form began to fade, the mist unraveling until all that remained was his human body. His hair, once dark gray, was now a dull gray. His eyes, once yellowish brown, were now a pale, lifeless yellow.

As he fell from the air, his body limp and broken, a single thought crossed his mind.

I’m such a failure, huh.

The words were quiet, almost resigned, as if he had already accepted his fate.

And then he hit the ground, the sound of his impact echoing through the empty void like a final, mournful note.

The void fell silent once more, the oppressive weight of grieving despair lifting as Alter Yadred lowered his hand. His expression remained unchanged, his eyes calm and distant as he stared at the fallen figure.

The battle was over.

But the grief, it seemed, would linger forever.

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(Agon’s POV)

I lay there, motionless, my body pressed against the cold, lifeless ground of this endless empty void. My breath was shallow, ragged, as if every inhale took more than it gave. The mist that had once raged within me had receded, leaving nothing but silence and the dull ache of failure. My eyes, half-lidded and heavy, stared into the abyss. The empty void stared back, indifferent.

And then, I heard him.

"Life.... is but a fleeting whisper," came Alter Yadred’s voice, soft yet heavy, like the toll of a distant bell. Each word seemed to resonate within me, clawing at the edges of my consciousness. "Silently fading with every passing moment."

I wanted to move, to lift my head, to face him, but my body refused. All I could do was listen as his footsteps echoed, intentional and slow, drawing closer. The air around me grew heavier, the suffocating presence of his grief pressing down like a weight I could never hope to lift.

"Like a seed planted on stony ground," he continued, his tone calm, almost tender, "that withers the moment it springs forth."

My fingers twitched, a feeble attempt to clench into a fist. The emptiness inside me threatened to swallow what little boldness I had left.

"In order to ascend," Yadred said, his voice growing colder, "others must descend and become roots. There is no other way."

His footsteps stopped, and I felt the weight of his gaze on me. It wasn’t pity. It wasn’t hatred. It was something far worse... indifference, as if I were less than a speck of dust in the grand tapestry of his existence.

"Life is but a seed," he said, his words carrying a grieving wisdom, "prepared for the planting and growing of the strong. But how can one who is strong grow on stony ground?"

I forced my eyes to move, catching a glimpse of him through the haze of my fading vision. He stood tall, shrouded in his oppressive grieving aura, his expression unreadable.

"He cannot, I tell you. He will be no different from the weak, save that he may endure a little longer. But I tell you this..." He paused, his voice dipping into a lower, more foreboding tone. "His fall will be far greater. Far more spectacular. Without roots, even the strong crumble."

Yadred turned slightly, his gaze shifting toward the distance. I followed his line of sight, my neck trembling as I lifted my head ever so slightly.

It stood there... a towering monstrosity, its form both alien and divine. What was once the Tower of Rebirth had been consumed, transformed into something unholy. Its spires had twisted and cracked, reshaping into limbs and a body bound by massive void chains. The figure loomed, its ashen-black skin shimmering faintly, its tarnished golden hair flowing like liquid unsettling light.

It didn’t move, yet it felt alive. The chains pulsed with a dark void energy, a malevolence that made my stomach churn.

Light... small, faintly glowing orbs, began drifting through the empty void toward the towering figure. They shimmered softly, like dying embers, before disappearing into its massive form.

Yadred’s voice cut through the silence again, calmer now, sharper. "The souls of Ithelvaire.... are my seeds, and their grief is my soil." He turned back to me, his blue burning gaze meeting mine. "Do you understand now, Wanderer?"

My teeth ground together. I wanted to scream, to curse him, but the words caught in my throat. My lips moved, trembling as I forced out a single, broken whisper. "You... monster..."

He didn’t flinch. If anything, my defiance seemed to amuse him.

The weight of his presence pressed down even harder as he stepped closer. I could feel my strength slipping away, not just from my body but from my very soul.

The glowing orbs continued to drift into the massive figure, each one a life, a soul, consumed by Yadred’s grief. I knew what they were. I didn’t need him to tell me. They were the people of Ithelvaire... all of them. Mothers, fathers, children... every life snuffed out by his curse, their suffering feeding his rebirth.

My eyes stung unintentionally as tears rolled down my cheeks, falling silently onto the cold empty ground. I couldn’t stop them, couldn’t wipe them away.

Yadred stopped just short of me, his towering figure casting a shadow over my broken form. "Give up and die, Wanderer," he said, his voice soft yet final. "This world is not for you."

He turned away walking to the distance, his form fading into the dark haze of his grieving aura. But his voice lingered, a haunting echo. "And remember... you cannot save everyone. You must always choose."

He disappeared into the void, leaving me alone in this grieving space.

In the distance, where the massive figure... the real Yadred was,

The Figure Moved!

Clank! Clank!

The chains around its wrists tightened, the dark grieving energy flaring brighter.

Slowly, its head tilted, its golden eyes opening for the first time.

And in that moment,

Everything shattered....

Crack.

The sound tore through the void as existence fractured. The fabric of reality split like fragile glass under the weight of Yadred’s grief, who has been rebirthed as one of the members of the Void Hands..

My vision blurred, the void collapsing around me. I didn’t even have the strength to scream as everything... the world, my body, my soul, crumbled into nothingness.

And then everything went Blank!