Chapter 707 Arcs

Chapter 707 Arcs

What was the first thing that came to mind when one heard the saying, 'life flashing before your eyes?'

Many would go for the literal route—where, at death's door, memories of your entire life would flash through your mind, especially the important ones.

Others might take the emotional route—where instead of just memories, you'd feel a flood of intense emotions tied to the moments and people that mattered most to you.

But most would forget an important aspect of the whole situation: the person's current emotions.

Depending on the circumstances, those emotions could vary significantly—regret, unwillingness, or even happiness.

But for Elysia, it was none of these.

Elysia forgot everything. She forgot her eternal love for her skin and beauty. She forgot her loyalty to the Obsidian Order. She forgot every single memory of her life up until now. Instead, only one emotion overwhelmed her—fear.

As Elysia soared backward through the air, her body contorted in pain, her face a mangled mess of seared flesh.

The heat from Atticus's flames had deformed her once-prized skin, the agony consuming her every nerve. The air roared past her, but in her mind, everything slowed.

She felt the sharp sting of reality, the visceral pain clawing at her, and then... the fear.

Her body aged rapidly, wrinkles forming along her face, her once-vibrant hair turning stark white.

The energy she had to pull from her very essence just to keep her head intact after the impact was draining most of her life away.

She felt it—her youth, her vitality—slipping through her fingers like sand. Her skin sagged, her bones creaked, and her vision dimmed.

The life force she had sacrificed to survive this moment had left her old, broken, and fragile.

Through the world of pain, she forced her eyes to shift, to search for the one who had done this to her.

Gideon roared, his colossal arm drawing back.

His eyes locked onto Atticus. Without hesitation, he threw his massive fist forward, the sheer power of the punch generating sonic booms, multiple concentric circles forming around it.

The ground beneath Gideon's feet cracked from the pressure, and his aura erupted around him like a shockwave.

But Atticus, wreathed in fire, simply flickered backward as if his body were made of living flame.

His movement was impossibly fast, his form leaving afterimages in the air as he darted away.

Then, in an instant, he erupted—his katana flashing with crimson light. He moved at blinding speed, unleashing a flurry of slashes. Hundreds of strikes turned into thousands, each one focused on a single point—Gideon's fist.

The sound of each slash cutting through the air was deafening, the heat radiating from Atticus's body warping the space around him.

His movements were so fast that it seemed as though he had multiplied, the afterimages trailing behind him as the slashes converged at one blinding point. The temperature surged, the heat so intense that the very air seemed to burn.

In a single, devastating moment, the slashes struck Gideon's fist, converging with an explosion of force.

What was supposed to be a crushing impact turned into something far more devastating. The katana sliced through Gideon's arm like a molten blade through steel, cutting through the thick muscles of his knuckles, splitting them in two, and then phasing up through his shoulder with terrifying precision.

Gideon's roar of agony shook the battlefield, his massive form recoiling as blood sprayed into the air like a geyser.

His mouth opened wide and his aura exploded outward, shaking the earth with a roar that reverberated across the battlefield.

This roar was many times more powerful than the earlier one that had sent Boman flying backward. But before Gideon's roar could even fully take shape, before his overwhelming power could lash out in full force—Atticus was already there.

Without warning, a flaming foot connected with Gideon's chin in a brutal uppercut.

The force rippled through his jaw, snapping it upward, the shockwave traveling up his skull like a lightning bolt.

The ground beneath them buckled, dust and debris flying outward as Gideon's colossal form was hurled high into the air like a ragdoll.

The shockwave rippled through the estate, splitting the ground and knocking debris loose from the surrounding buildings. Gideon's body rocketed upward, his massive frame twisting in the sky as blood trailed from his severed arm, splattering down in thick crimson arcs.