Chapter 550: Prophecy (2)

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In a deep and dark Void, Elena and Mica appeared, covered in a thin layer of red light. Elena looked around attentively before turning to Mica and nodding.

"We need to be quick. The Nexus Being warned us that it would only be a matter of time before the Paragon of Undeath discovers us in his body." Elena said to her companion and Mica nodded. Together, the two of them set off, exploring the vast Void that spread out before them.

Thanks to the Nexus Being, Elena and Mica's strength had been temporarily raised to the level of a Major God, allowing them to easily traverse the Void at a quick pace.

It did not take long before the two of them set eyes on their target.

Floating in the desolate Void, the gigantic form of Leon Cromwell, the progenitor of all Obsidian Skeletons, drifted listlessly, a vortex of energy surrounding him, melding with the Void, while breaking down his body. It looked as if he was the centerpiece of this entire universe.

"There he is." Elena subconsciously clenched her fists, her jaw locking as she set her sights on the poor visage of the one she called her life partner.

"Careful. The Nexus Being said he wouldn't be in his right senses. We have to subdue him to end this." Mica's wing stretched out and blocked off Elena. He could tell that she was about to rush forward and do something crazy.

"...You're right. We need to do this carefully. Leon is insanely powerful. I've seen that power for myself. We can't take him lightly." Elena let out a sigh as she regained her control. She stared intensely at Leon before she began to utilize the Divine Power in her body.

This was something she had learned through her connection with Mica. It saved her the time needed to familiarize herself with Divine Power and its uses.

The bodies of the two transcendent beings began to rapidly grow, matching that of Leon's. The change stirred the stiff body of the Obsidian Skeleton, and a pale green light lit up in the depths of his skull.

"Izeal, the Paragon of Undeath." Mica's voice was cold.

"Child of Prophecy. You die today."

As Izeal spoke, Leon's body moved with greater coordination. He raised the spear and pointed it at Mica, a black flame springing to life on its tip.

"There's a reason I'm called the Child of Prophecy. You are the one who dies today." Mica growled. He did not wait for Izeal to make the first move, speeding forward and unleashing a beam of light from his mouth.

But instead of acting like a beam of light, it suddenly became sluggish, as if it was passing through a swamp, allowing Izeal to sidestep the beam like it was a simple curtain.

"This is my space. Even though I can't use my full strength because of that pesky bastard out there, I can still deal with you in here." Izeal growled as he got into a stance. He pulled back his arm that held the spear and the space around him seemed to bend in preparation for his attack.

"You think too highly of yourself."

Crack!

Before Izeal could react, a black dagger stabbed into the space between Leon's ribs, striking the corrupted Divine Spark.

A soundless explosion threw Elena away from Leon's body as the massive energy contained within the core shattered.