Mass release In honour to the support {9/10}
Cell, now recognizing the inescapable nature of his torment, let out a groan of agony. His voice cracked as he struggled through the pain, "How... unfortunate. We battled like gods, but in the end, you still overwhelmed me. Even in this aspect, I was no match."
Axel's lips curled into a grim smile, his tone cold yet somehow regretful. "You were right about one thing, though. We are alike in some twisted, incomprehensible way."
Rowin shook his head, his breathing labored as he clung to his fading strength. "No, we're not. You... You're better than me in every way. A better version... greater, worthy of your name.
I thought I could surpass you, but you were always out of reach. I guess—" He coughed, his voice faltering. "I got jealous."
The once-proud warrior seemed small and defeated, his body limp in the merciless current of the Styx. "The Metorion in me... she's special. Not just in control but... we both wanted the same thing. To transcend.
To be gods. Isn't that what everyone wants? It's a basic human desire... control. We all crave it, over something, anything. Peace, war, wealth—it's all control.
That's what makes us human, Axel. And for some of us... it makes us dream of godhood."
Axel's jaw tightened. His eyes narrowed as the currents of the Styx reflected in their depths. "You're wrong. Wanting something doesn't make you a god. It makes you human. But your greed...
that's what blinded you. You fed into it, let it consume you until you had nothing left but a hollow desire for more. You gave up on everything else."
Rowin chuckled bitterly, a pained grin stretching across his lips. "Easy for you to say. You... you were born with everything. Power. Legacy.
Bound to a god. Look at you now, all high and mighty. I wanted a taste of what you have. You think I care about the people I killed? The destruction? Please.
That so-called mother of yours—" His grin twisted into something cruel. "I ate one of her ears."
"Hey... oaf!" Loki's voice crackled weakly through the comms, his breathing ragged and uneven. Blood pooled around him as he clutched his side, the pain searing through his body from the impaled wound in his gut.
The battle had been brutal. The Fatek had been no ordinary enemy, and despite their S-rank strength, the toll had been immense. Loki's vision blurred, his grip on consciousness slipping as blood loss began to take its toll.
{What's wrong, idiot?}
"You're late..." Loki wheezed, his hand trembling as he pressed down harder on the wound. Trisha loomed above him, her aura a terrifying blue that seemed to shimmer with raw power. Her expression was blank, her eyes devoid of any humanity. "I'm going to die soon."
He gulped as Trisha raised her hand, energy crackling around her fingertips. The blood-soaked ground beneath him seemed to throb in time with his heartbeat, and his chances of survival dwindled with every second.
{Don't die yet.}
"Easy... for you to say," Loki muttered, his breath hitching as he forced himself to remain conscious. "I'm a matter of seconds... I might just end up being dead."
***Author's note***
Almost done with the Mass Release. I got no features. Painfully looking at how my books growth has fallen a lot. Please support me.
Without your support my book will keep on falling and it's really painful for an author to work hard on a chapter for almost an hour and plot the entire volume and still in the end gain nothing. Please support me.
I'll comment Character Pics here:
Image one
Image two