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Chapter 239 – The Abyssal Duel (Final Part)
Chapter 239 – The Abyssal Duel (Final Part)
A Clash of Titans
Veylan’s breath came in ragged gasps, his muscles screaming from exertion. Across from him, Malagar stood with an eerie calmness, his golden eyes gleaming with amusement.
The battlefield—what was left of it—was a shattered ruin of broken stone, scorched earth, and pools of crimson. The once-mighty fortress had become nothing more than a graveyard.
And soon, one of them would join the dead.
"You're still standing." Malagar tilted his head, his voice tinged with curiosity. "Most would have crumbled by now. But you… you refuse to break."
Veylan spat blood onto the ground. "You talk too much."
Malagar chuckled. "Perhaps. But words have power."
His fingers curled—and the abyss howled.
Dark tendrils burst forth, writhing like monstrous serpents, lunging toward Veylan from all sides.
Veylan reacted instantly—his twin blades became a whirlwind, slicing through the shadows. The tendrils screeched as they were severed, evaporating into nothingness.
But for every tendril he cut down, more took their place.
The abyss was endless.
Veylan moved, dodging and weaving through the relentless onslaught, his blades flashing like silver lightning. His mind raced—he couldn’t keep this up. The abyss would consume him if he only reacted.
He needed to strike back.
Turning the Tide
Veylan dropped low, twisting beneath an incoming tendril before launching himself forward.
Malagar’s eyes widened slightly.
Too late.
Veylan’s blade found its mark.
A deep slash tore across Malagar’s side, spraying blackened blood into the air.
Malagar let out a sharp hiss, staggering back.
Veylan didn’t stop.
With a burst of speed, he closed the distance, bringing both swords down in a vicious cross-slash.
Malagar barely managed to raise his arm, a barrier of shadows forming just in time—
But it wasn’t enough.
The blades tore through the barrier, carving deep into Malagar’s shoulder.
A roar of pain echoed through the battlefield.
Malagar leaped backward, his robe now stained with his own blood. His breath came in sharp gasps, his once-imposing figure now marred by wounds.
Veylan stood tall, his blades dripping crimson.
"Not so untouchable after all," he muttered.
Malagar’s golden eyes burned with fury.
"You will regret that."
The Abyss Unleashed
Malagar threw his arms wide—and the sky itself ripped open.
A vortex of pure darkness erupted above them, howling like a beast starved for souls.
The ground shook violently as abyssal energy flooded the battlefield, warping reality itself. The ruins twisted and distorted, shadows moving unnaturally, whispering for blood.
Veylan felt an overwhelming pressure crash down on him, like an ocean of despair. His knees buckled slightly.
Malagar smiled darkly.
"This is my true power."
The abyss descended.
Shadows exploded outward, forming monstrous, clawing appendages, each one larger than a warhorse. They lashed out, aiming to tear Veylan apart.
Veylan moved on instinct.
His feet barely touched the ground as he darted between the writhing tendrils, his blades flashing in precise, calculated strikes.
One by one, he cut them down—but the abyss kept coming.
A tendril slammed into his side, sending him flying.
He hit the ground hard, rolling across the shattered stone. Blood dripped from his lips as he struggled to rise.
Malagar approached slowly, the abyss swirling behind him.
"You are strong, assassin," he mused. "But against the abyss, you are nothing."
He raised his hand—the shadows surged, converging into a massive, jagged spear.
Malagar hurled it forward.
A Moment of Clarity
Time seemed to slow.
The abyssal spear raced toward Veylan, its surface writhing with countless screaming faces.
Death was seconds away.
Then—
A flash of silver.
Veylan’s mind became clear.
His body moved on its own.
He twisted sideways, the spear grazing his shoulder—pain erupted, but he didn’t stop.
His hands tightened on his blades.
His feet dug into the ground.
And then—
He launched himself forward.
Straight at Malagar.
The Final Strike
Malagar’s eyes widened.
Veylan was already there.
Before the Elder could react—
Veylan’s blade plunged deep into his chest.
Malagar let out a choked gasp.
The abyss shuddered.
Veylan twisted the blade, driving it deeper.
Malagar’s golden eyes flickered—shocked. Disbelieving.
The abyss began to unravel.
Veylan pulled his blade free—blackened blood sprayed outward.
Malagar staggered back.
His body shook violently.
"Impossible…" he whispered.
Then—
Veylan moved again.
One final slash—
A clean arc through the air.
Malagar’s head separated from his body.
For a moment, silence.
Then—
The abyss collapsed.
The dark vortex above them shattered, and the battlefield was suddenly bathed in moonlight.
Malagar’s body crumpled to the ground.
The shadows that had once obeyed him dissipated into nothing.
It was over.
The Aftermath
Veylan stood amidst the ruins, his blades dripping with the blood of an Elder.
His breathing was ragged, his body aching in every possible way.
But he had won.
Slowly, he lifted his gaze to the night sky—free of the abyss.
This was only one battle.
There were still more names on the list.
But tonight…
He had slain a monster.
And he was still alive.
For now.