Fate To Fake: Loved by the Fallen; Fated to Kill the Divine-Chapter 73: Do Not Play with Fate!

"Karna...."

Those words left from Valra’s lips.

Leo and Ophis both turned their eyes toward the scene ahead, their breaths caught in their throats.

Step...

A single step echoed in the empty forest, even the thunder and tornado felt low.

"I..."

Envy stepped forward slowly.

His battered, tattered robes hung from his body like forgotten rags from another lifetime. And then... they began to burn.

Flames licked along the cloth, devouring them piece by piece, as if the fire itself was cleansing him.

"...Fullfill..."

The sky above, dark and thick with cursed clouds, suddenly shifted. The heavy, suffocating atmosphere around him broke open — the clouds parted, wide and reverent, like curtains pulled back to unveil something holy.

A gentle wind swept through the battlefield. It was not just a breeze... it was divine.

From the cracks in the heavens, light poured down.

Sunlight — real, pure sunlight — descended from above and bathed only him.

The black skies that had devoured the world retreated for just a moment, making way for something untouched and sacred. The darkness trembled before that light. The world, for a brief breath, stood still.

And then they saw him.

The old robes that had shielded his body fell away completely, turned to ash.

Beneath them, a breathtaking golden armour gleamed like it had just been forged by the gods themselves.

Each curve of its design was embedded into his chest like a second skin — divine, regal, flawless.

"... My Duty"

His once-shadowed form now stood tall, unbroken. His skin glowed faintly in the sunlight, and his long, pure white hair shimmered like threads of silver flame. The wind swirled around him, catching his hair and cloak as though nature itself bowed before him.

Holding his golden bow, He raised his bow with silent grace, no longer trembling, no longer tired. The deep cracks across his body began to heal.

The gold light surged through his veins, mending flesh and soul alike. The aura he emitted now pushed back the dark with no effort. His very presence seemed to cleanse the battlefield.

His eyes opened — and in them, golden flames danced.

He reached up, fingers calm and deliberate, and gently touched the string of his bow. The moment he pulled it back...

^Brahmashirsha...

The word fell from his lips like a whisper carried by fate.

Yet even though he barely spoke it, the entire sky trembled. The land quaked. All across the province, winds howled as if in awe. Behind him, a glowing illusion appeared — a massive three-headed celestial figure, radiant and serene, standing as if to bless him.

Its arms stretched out, bestowing power upon him like a final rite of passage.

From the string of the bow, a single arrow formed.

A pure, golden thread twisted into existence, glowing with divine light. Its surface shimmered like woven sunlight. It wasn’t just an arrow.

It was judgment itself.

...Astra^

He spoke the final word gently, with a quiet finality that sent chills across the sky. Then, without hesitation, he released it.

The arrow vanished.

No — it didn’t fly, it arrived — in the space of a blink, it appeared before the incoming attacks of Nergal and Camazotz.

The tip of the arrow began to bloom, unfolding like the petals of a golden lotus. In that bloom, an explosion of sunfire erupted — a second sun birthed on the battlefield, blinding, merciless, beautiful.

The divine firestorm engulfed everything it touched, roaring with holy fury as it clashed against the powers of two ancient gods.

Nergal and Camazotz stumbled back, their eyes wide with disbelief.

They pushed harder, releasing everything they had, roaring with rage and desperation to destroy him. But the arrow — the god-sent arrow — pressed on, unwavering, burning through their darkness like it was made of paper.

Their claws scraped across the earth, feet screeching as they were forced back. Blood, thick and black, spilled from their lips.

"W-What is that?!"

"HOLD ON!! KEEP PUSHING!!"

Leo stared at Envy — at Karna — at the divine warrior who stood, burning, unmoved, undying.

His body was shaking, barely held together by sheer will, yet he never once faltered. His eyes, though scorched with flame, never looked away from his enemies. Even now, he fought... with everything he had left.

Leo turned to Valra, who was frozen in horror. He gave a small, broken smile. Then he leaned in and kissed her forehead softly, snapping her out of her fear.

"L-Leo?"

"I’m sorry... this is all my fault... But I can’t let anyone else die. Not anymore."

His voice was soft, filled with guilt and resolve.

He reached into his pouch and took out a small glowing white stone. Then, gently, he placed it on her chest and crushed it with his hand.

The stone shattered into blinding fragments of light.

"NO—!"

Valra’s scream was the last thing he heard before she vanished in a flash of radiance, her body moved from the battlefield and was sent somewhere safe.

Anywhere but this!

The empty space she left behind pulsed with silence.

Leo exhaled slowly. That was all he could do — to protect the one who had loved him, even if he couldn’t stay by her side.

He looked again at Envy, who still held back the storm, his bow trembling, his knees buckling, but his spirit never breaking.

Leo didn’t know how long he could last.

He turned and picked up Ophis’s body, holding her gently in his arms like a sleeping princess.

"We need to leave,"

He whispered, mostly to himself.

"L-Leave me... L-Little... boy"

Ophis muttered, even though she lost her consciousness... she felt his words that stirred slightly in her heart.

With careful steps, he carried her, walking onto the fading path of light — one that had once led down from the ground, now slowly dimming behind them.

Meanwhile, the god-arrow pressed forward — closer and closer!

Camazotz and Nergal... began to sweat.

A rare thing.

An unfamiliar feeling stirred in their chests.

Fear.

Should they run?

Just as the arrow was about to pierce their bodies—

Crack...

A sharp, shattering sound echoed across the battlefield.

Envy’s body cracked.

His foot crumbled into powder, breaking apart like dried clay. His divine form... could no longer keep up. That single step back—just one—caused the arrow to lose its balance, to falter in its perfect flight.

The divine momentum slowed.

Camazotz and Nergal saw it... and they grinned.

"Now!"

Seizing the chance, both of them unleashed even more energy, pouring raw power into their attack.

"Arrhh!"

Envy groaned, his voice broken and strained, but he didn’t let go.

His hands gripped the bow tighter, holding it aloft in defiance.

It was no longer magic, no longer divine will. It was pure, crumbling willpower.

His entire body began to tremble violently. Cracks split across his legs and chest, his skin chipped like old stone. The holy illusion behind him—the radiant three-headed figure—flickered, weakening... and then began to vanish.

The light faded.

The sky turned cold once more.

Thick clouds spread across the heavens, suffocating the sun. Thunder screamed in fury, and the massive tornadoes that surrounded the province spun even faster, churning the skies into chaos.

The wind howled louder.

Trees trembled.

Rocks were torn from the ground.

Bark, soil, and broken branches floated and twisted around in the storm, carried by a violent unseen force.

’Just a little longer...’

Envy gritted his teeth, his eyes wide with pain, his fingers locked around the bowstring. Blood leaked from his lips... Every breath was a war.

Every heartbeat was punishment!!

But he endured... He always.

He had always fought in others’ shadows... always the second flame behind the sun. But here, even broken... He burned brighter than ever before.

In the distance, Leo was nearly at the end of the path, almost free. He could see the edge of the field... the shadowy tendrils were not spreading anymore.

Just a few more steps. Just a little more...

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But then it happened.

Camazotz’s stomach — the very place where Sloth had once etched a rune — suddenly flared to life. The ancient marking pulsed violently, glowing with eerie light, and from it, something materialised.

A staff.

Sloth’s staff.

It rose from the rune like a phantom pulled from death. Without warning, the staff shot toward the sky like an arrow!

Camazotz, still busy channelling his attack, didn’t even notice it.

The staff ascended like a flaming arc... and turned midair. Its trajectory shifted — now aimed at Envy.

It flew like death itself.

But fate... didn’t allow it.

Just like he said once... You shouldn’t play with her!

Because if you try to cheat fate...

She cheats you back.

Just as the staff neared its mark, thunder cracked. A blinding bolt struck the staff mid-air, bursting it with light. At the same time, the tornado twisted even faster, violently altering the air pressure.

A random bark — just a simple, flying piece of tree — caught in the chaos, spun unnaturally fast and slammed into the staff with eerie precision.

Thwack!

The impact was like the first domino.

The bark knocked it off course — slightly — but then a stone collided into it, and then another.

Each piece of nature hurled by the storm seemed to guide it... shape it... push it!!

Lightning struck again — and again — hammering the staff from all directions.

Until finally—

Chucckkkk...

A horrific sound rang out — the unmistakable tear of flesh and bone.

Everything stopped.

The tornadoes vanished as if they were never there. The swirling black clouds dissipated instantly.

The sky turned calm.

The wind fell silent.

It was as if the very storm itself had fulfilled its purpose.

Like the guardians of fate had finished their work.

Their duty... was done.

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