Chapter 605: An Execution

Chapter 605: An Execution



CHAPTER 605

Northern's grin stretched wider, a glint of dark amusement sparking in his Chaos Eyes.

The Guardian's renewed arm flexed, its grotesque sinews pulsating with crimson energy as if mocking his assault.

Yet Northern remained unfazed, the frost swirling around him intensifying as the temperature in the chamber plummeted further.

Lieutenant Dante, despite standing far away, could see dark frost subtly spreading around his exposed hand. The cold wasn't biting or in any way beyond normal, but it spread dangerously. 'His power is dangerous...' The Lieutenant thought with a tight frown on his face.

"I wonder how long you can keep regenerating parts of your body. Looks like in a while, I'll be having a much more enjoyable battle." Northern's voice resounded with the hint of an insane glee.

The Guardian lunged again, faster this time, its hands extending into claws, slicing through the air like a storm of razors.

Each strike carried a force that fractured the stone floor, sending shards flying.

But Northern danced through the onslaught, his movements fluid, almost taunting.

The void ice weapons hovering around him moved in tandem, intercepting blows and retaliating with precision.

"You're predictable," Northern said, sidestepping another swipe.

He thrust Grengar forward, the black blade piercing through the Guardian's torso.

Instead of recoiling, the creature roared and surged forward, impaling itself further onto the staff. Its other hand swung down, aiming to crush Northern outright.

Northern's Chaos Eyes flared.

"Black Lance."

For a moment, a grave silence descended upon the chamber; it looked like there was no impact. Then suddenly, the entirety of the hand was nowhere to be found.

Even the Blood Guardian itself was surprised.

The Guardian stumbled back, its massive frame trembling. It stared blankly at its missing hand, which was slowly flowing with streams of crimson ichor.

Then it turned its deep but trembling eyes to Northern, who returned the gesture with a crooked smile.

"What? It's not even that impressive; you should see the kind of devastating effect the improvised version of it has."

Northern dismissed Grengar and slowly raised his hands.

Black tendrils stretched out of his somber armor and folded over it, coating it and making it sable.

That part of Northern's hands looked like he was wearing a gauntlet crafted with the essence of the night. It gleamed viciously with a gloomy aura.

"You feel that?" Northern asked, his voice calm, his gaze unwavering. "That's your existence about to be dismantled, piece by piece."

The Blood Guardian roared, its cry reverberating through the chamber with primal fury.

Both of its arms ignited with crimson essence, growing larger and more jagged as they morphed into grotesque weapons.

It swung wildly, desperation seeping into its every move.

Northern didn't flinch.

He stood his ground, the black gauntlet pulsing with raw power, the void tendrils shifting like living shadows around his arm.

"Your struggle..." Northern began, his tone eerily casual as he tilted his head to the side, effortlessly avoiding another crushing strike, "...is beautiful. Pointless, but beautiful."

The Guardian's enraged movements became frenzied, each attack carving deep gouges into the chamber walls.

The air itself seemed to ripple with the force of its strikes, but none of them connected. Northern weaved through the chaos with unerring precision, his movements almost lazy yet impossibly sharp.

The frost clinging to him surged, spreading across the ground like a creeping blight.

The Guardian's footing faltered as the ice claimed its legs, rooting them in place.

Northern's grin widened. "I told you, void consumes all."

Northern moved to the next seat on the right and also destroyed it.

[Congratulations, you have discovered another core of the rift]

He wordlessly went on to the one to his left and destroyed it too.

[Congratulations, you have discovered the last core of the rift]

Immediately, the entirety of the chamber began to shake violently.

The chamber's walls quivered as cracks spread like spiderwebs, shards of stone falling in a

chaotic rain.

The crimson sky above flickered, as though the rift itself was gasping for breath.

Lieutenant Dante steadied himself, gripping the hilt of his blade while his eyes darted to Northern, who stood at the epicenter of the chaos, unfazed.

"Youngling! What did you do?" Dante shouted, his voice barely audible over the rumble.

Northern looked back, his expression indifferent. "Closed a chapter."

The void tendrils receded from his gauntlet, retreating into the shadows of his armor.

He glanced at the flickering sky, sensing the shift in the rift's energy.

"It's collapsing. You might want to start running."

'What the hell is it with this kind of violent closure?' Dante cursed under his breath, as his

instincts told him to heed the warning.

He turned toward the exit but paused, glancing back at Northern, who hadn't moved.

"You're not coming?" Dante asked, his voice strained with urgency. Northern smirked, his Chaos Eyes glinting. "I have something to collect."

Before Dante could argue, the ground beneath them split, creating a deep fissure that

swallowed the remaining throne seats.

A wave of scarlet energy surged upward, the rift's essence converging into a single, pulsating

sphere at the chamber's center.

Northern extended his hand, his gauntlet reforming. Void tendrils lashed out, anchoring

themselves to the sphere.

"Go," Northern commanded, his voice laced with authority. "I'll meet you outside."

Dante hesitated for a moment longer before turning and sprinting toward the exit, navigating

the crumbling chamber as debris fell around him.

Northern remained still, his gaze fixed on the pulsating sphere of energy.

"Three cores," he muttered to himself, his tone contemplative. "You were hiding something,

weren't you?"

The sphere responded, shuddering violently as if resisting his pull. The tendrils tightened,

siphoning its essence.

[Warning: Unstable Rift Detected]

[You have discovered a Chaos Core]

[Core Extraction in Progress...]

Northern's grin widened with madness lighting in his eyes.