The Last Godfall: Transmigrated as the Young Master-Chapter 143: Let’s Leave

The fight spilled past the limits of the room.

As the floor pitched and folded, Seris and Vencian ended back to back by instinct rather than plan. They did not check each other’s position. They moved as if the information already sat between them.

Malox’s pressure kept the ground unreliable, distances stretching and snapping as he pushed paths into places they refused to fit. Therell’s presence crowded the air, intent pressing in from all sides, searching for attention to seize.

Stone gave way beneath them and then returned at the wrong angle. Vencian adjusted on reflex, stepping where the ground chose to exist rather than where it should. Seris shifted with him, her stance precise, her balance untouched by the distortion.

Between dodges, she spoke once. "Is there a plan, or was Aline’s escape chaos you hoped would hold."

"Can you take that guy alone," Vencian asked, already moving.

"Eventually," she said. "But not if that maid interferes."

Therell had not reached outward yet. Her attention kept slipping back to Seris, not in anger but in assessment. Malox mirrored it. Their movements carried restraint shaped by instruction, not mercy.

Vencian answered as he moved, eyes forward. "Keep that guy busy. I need time."

He offered nothing else. Explanation would have cost seconds he could not spare.

Seris accepted at once. "They want me alive. As long as that stays true, you’re an inconvenience. If it comes down to you or me, leave."

The end of her sentence never reached him. Sound collapsed into motion as Therell crossed the distance.

Vencian had no space to answer.

Therell closed the distance in a blink. Her hand caught his sleeve and the world tilted. The exchange turned ugly at once. She fought through misdirection and intrusion, dragging his attention sideways at the wrong moments. Vencian adjusted, then adjusted again, finding that matching her meant thinking slower than she moved. He held ground without gaining it, reading patterns that dissolved the moment he reached for them.

He was driven back step by step, breath forced shallow, arms raised in defense rather than advance. This was the shape of it.

Through the chaos, fragments of the other battle broke through his focus. Walls no longer contained it. Sections of the structure had vanished entirely, windows torn outward, stone warped into angles that denied use. Seris’s authority pressed down hard now, her presence reshaping the space around Malox. His movements grew harsher, misplacements costing him stability. Each correction demanded effort. Each shift carried strain.

Seris was no longer contesting him. She was forcing him to keep up, and the effort showed in the way her control shuddered between corrections.

For a breath, Vencian thought she had him. Malox’s footing slipped, his next adjustment coming late. Then Seris’s stance tightened too far, her authority dragging instead of shaping, and the illusion of advantage collapsed at once.

The pressure showed in her posture. Each demand came faster than the last, decisions stacked so tightly that time itself felt thinned around her. This wasn’t ground she could hold. It was time she was crushing flat to steal a few seconds.

Vencian took another blow low and stayed upright by instinct alone as the space around them continued to fail.

Seris spoke a single word, low and clipped, not aimed to command but to interrupt. The pressure around Malox stuttered. It bought a heartbeat. Nothing more. Seris’s breath caught immediately after, her presence thinning as if something essential had been spent too fast.

Seris broke away from Malox and crossed the space toward Vencian, abandoning pressure she did not have the strength to hold.

The shift tore at her control. Holding Malox at bay while turning toward Therell forced everything she’d compressed to collide at once.

Therell’s advance stalled as Seris entered her reach, pressure meeting pressure. Therell gave ground, sliding back across fractured stone, her influence finding less purchase where Seris stood. The air cleared enough for movement to matter again.

Vencian snapped at her as he guarded a strike meant for his throat. "Go back. Keep him contained. I can handle this."

Seris did not turn her head. She did not slow. "Focus on the device."

The words landed harder than any correction. Vencian caught the meaning at once. She had read the shape of his intent from motion alone. She was no longer trying to win. She was spending what little control she had left to buy distance, nothing more.

He broke away the instant her presence forced Therell’s attention to split.

"Touch it," Therell said, voice cutting through the clash, "and I will take something from you that doesn’t grow back."

Seris snapped her attention fully onto her. "Try me first."

The air around Therell folded inward, pressure turning viscous as she reached for Seris’s intent rather than her body. Seris braced and pushed forward anyway, teeth bared, forcing Therell to answer the resistance instead of bypassing it.

The cubicle device waited where Therell had left it, humming with restrained power. Up close, it felt wrong in the hands. Not damaged. Unfinished. The edges carried purpose yet lacked completion. Vencian understood it as soon as he touched it. Teleportation. A prepared exit. The destination had been chosen with care, aligned toward a place he did not know and did not want to know. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

He did not need mastery. He needed disruption.

Memory surfaced cleanly. Therell’s hands earlier, fingers sliding into the small holes etched into the cube’s surface. Each movement precise. Each pause deliberate. He mirrored the action, slower at first, feeling for resistance, for response. The device reacted at once, tone shifting as internal alignment adjusted.

Behind him, the fight redoubled. Seris held Therell in close quarters now, her presence pressing inward, forcing Therell to spend effort simply to assert herself. Malox’s spatial pressure flared again as he tried to rejoin the exchange.

Seris faltered mid-correction. The geometry around her slipped out of alignment, snapping back toward Malox’s influence like something released too early.

Vencian pressed his fingers deeper into the etched points and changed the pattern. The hum wavered. He altered it again, committing to the disruption. Precision mattered less than certainty breaking. The device responded with instability, alignment slipping as intent fractured.

He leaned closer, hands firm, and repeated the sequence he had seen, faster now, decisive.

The device no longer felt certain of where it was meant to go.

The moment his fingers sank into the grooves, something went wrong.

His vision washed white. It did not feel like control or understanding. It felt like intrusion. His hands moved on their own, guided by something that ignored intention. Impressions broke across him in quick succession. A forest canopy seen from below. Green plains stretching open and unclaimed. Air that felt distant, wide, and thin. There were no symbols to grasp, no words to anchor to. The rush lasted a breath and then tore itself away.

Sight returned in fragments. His heart hammered hard enough to shake his ribs. He did not know what sequence his hands had completed. He only knew the device had settled. The hum carried certainty now, a readiness that made his skin tighten.

He pulled his hands free, breath uneven. The device felt usable. Safe was irrelevant. Decisive was enough.

Vencian turned to leave alone.

Seris stood in the wreckage, holding both of them.

Malox bled openly now, movements heavier, his spatial corrections shorter and forced. Each shift cost him. Therell had lost her composure entirely, mockery stripped away, fury driving her attempts to seize control that no longer held. Seris pressed against them both, authority burning outward hard enough that even the air resisted movement.

Vencian’s mind worked fast and hard. The device could take him away. Somewhere. Anywhere that was not here. That alone could be survival. He did not know where it would send him, only that it would be distant and unreachable. A clean escape.

He thought of Elías somewhere in this palace. He thought of Aline running through corridors that might already be filling with guards and witnesses. He understood the shape of the threat now. These people wanted Seris. Everything here bent around that truth. Seris endured because capture was the goal. Killing her would be easier.

If he left, this fight ended. If he left, they would take her. There was no version of this that ended in holding ground.

He cursed aloud, sharp and ugly, the sound ripped from his chest.

"Seris," he shouted. "Move. Now."

She glanced toward him, read the device in his hands, and understood.

Malox advanced again, distance shrinking ahead of him. Therell wrenched free under Seris’s shifting weight, laughter rising sharp and ragged as she staggered upright.

Seris acted.

She disengaged in a single motion and leapt toward Vencian, clearing fallen stone and fractured panels in one driving push.

Seris hesitated for less than a breath. Whatever she was about to do would not leave room for recovery. As she moved, her voice cut through the room, raw and extended beyond its limits.

"Stop," she commanded, forcing the word through a structure that was already tearing. The authority answered too fully, locking the space hard enough to recoil back through her.

The word tore through the space between them.

Malox’s forward motion faltered as if the air had thickened around him. Therell froze mid-step, laughter choking off as her posture locked. The strain showed on Seris immediately. Blood traced from her nose and her stance wavered as she landed near Vencian, the effort tearing at her control.

She did not slow.

"Go," she said, already reaching for him.

Vencian activated the device.

There was no grace to it. Space gave way. The world folded and released them in the same instant. Vencian and Seris vanished together, pulled out of the moment as if the room had rejected their presence.

The cubicle device remained behind.

Therell and Malox stood amid broken stone and warped geometry, staring at the place where they had been a breath earlier, too late to stop it, fully aware of what had slipped through their hands.