"Ghoul Enchanter," Elbert said in a low yet firm voice.
A ghostly spirit of green hue emerged from the dark sky, descending toward Fitran with a terrifying presence. The creature possessed deep black eyes that pierced into his soul, laughing sinisterly as if signaling that Fitran's end was near.
This spirit was the vengeful soul of a zombie killed by Fitran, harboring all the anger and profound sorrow it had gathered. Now, this entity was ready to reclaim what had been taken from it, a symbol of the injustice it had suffered in life.
"Blessing." It enhances attack power and defense, preparing Fitran better for the approaching threat.
"Speed of Light." It increases movement speed and reflexes, granting him an unparalleled advantage in battle.
"Divine Vision." This ability allows him to see in the dark and detect hidden enemies, like shadows quivering in the night.
"Angelic Protection." This spell provides temporary protection from all attacks, as if a beam of heavenly light shields his soul from danger.
"Shell, Aegis Veil." A thin veil of light envelops Fitran's body like shimmering mist, repelling light magic attacks and swiftly flying energy projectiles.
"Shell, Obsidian Bastion." A hard black shell encased Fitran in a narrow radius, deflecting physical attacks and repelling energy-based strikes with a resounding clang that echoed through the air.
"Shell: Dual Eclipse." Two layers of magic spun around him: light on the outside and darkness within, creating a shield that resisted nearly all types of assaults for several seconds, as though wrapping Fitran in an embrace of contrasting powers.
The spirit exuded a terrifying dark miasma, a toxic fog swirling in the air, spreading uncertainty and fear. In an instant, all of Fitran's defenses crumbled, shattering like glass under pressure, leaving him exposed and vulnerable to the encroaching darkness.
"Shell: Absolute Sanctum," Fitran intoned, casting his ultimate magic with a resolute tone, marking a pivotal moment in this battle.
Fitran's ultimate defensive magic took the form of a transparent dome, shimmering with converging energy. This dome radiated a soft glow and pure dark shadows, creating a powerful aura around him that rendered him nearly impervious to physical and magical attacks for 15 seconds—ample time to endure the threatening miasma and prepare for a counterattack.
Hihihihihihihihihihihi!
Hihihihihihihihihihihi!
Hihihihihihihihihihihi!
As the shield shattered,
with lightning-fast movement, the spirit charged at Fitran, its dark light glinting sharply as it prepared to strike.
"Holy Slash," Fitran shouted, his voice resonating with fervor amid the tense battle.
Fitran's sword gleamed sharply as he sliced the spirit in two, its thick green pieces gliding to the sides like leaves swept by the wind. However, from the split darkness, two new ghoul spirits emerged, their eyes gleaming with hatred, intensifying the already oppressive atmosphere.
Fitran quickly turned, sensing a menacing presence lurking behind him, as if dark shadows were stalking in the silence of the night.
"Holy Slash," Fitran cried out.
Before Fitran could swing his sword again, one of the ghoul spirits suddenly grasped his leg with a powerful grip, immobilizing him as if caught in an invisible web. In an instant, the previously struck ghoul spirit replicated itself, creating a wave of threats that drew closer. As Fitran struggled to move, another ghoul spirit clutched his arm, locking him in a state of desperation, making him feel like a helpless prey in the chilling darkness of night.
"You can't go anywhere now, Fitran," taunted Elbert, his voice laced with sharp mockery. With an arrogant hand gesture, he commanded the ghoul spirits surrounding Fitran to unleash an unusual attack; those struck would feel an overwhelming psychological burden, as if all their hidden fears and weaknesses were laid bare before them, stripping their souls and stirring their emotions to the core of their deepest anxieties.
The ghoul spirit now transformed into a terrifying crimson hue, its light shimmering with seething hatred. Its eyes, filled with unsatisfied vengeance, charged towards Fitran, who appeared powerless, as if determined to crush his last glimmer of hope underneath the ominous presence surrounding him.
"Flash Step," Fitran uttered softly, filled with determination, signifying that the hope to rise still burned within him, even amidst the encroaching darkness.
From the darkness, the roar of the wind could be heard.
With movements swift and graceful like a whispering breeze, Fitran successfully dodged the deadly attack from the spirit ghoul, which surged rapidly towards Elbert, as if time slowed and all focus was on this life-and-death struggle.
The Spirit Ghoul continued its relentless pursuit, gliding through the shadows with a thrilling speed.
Fitran's steps felt halted, as if time itself was trapped in a nerve-wracking silence. A thick, cold fog enveloped the battlefield, creating an oppressive atmosphere. From the depths of darkness, Spirit Ghouls emerged—shadowy beings with fangs, gliding silently with terrifying visages, leaving a trail of destruction wherever they tread.
His hands trembled, not from fear, but from the pressure of the dark forces that ensnared him, as if invisible hands were trying to pull him into the abyss. The Spirit Ghouls attacked not only the body but also the soul. They drained hope, sapped courage, and weakened resolve with each fervent arrival.
However, Fitran remained undeterred. With a blazing determination, he grasped Excalibur, feeling the flow of magical energy coursing from his weapon. He confidently plunged its tip into the ground, paused for a moment, and silently prayed, seeking strength from the universe.
"For the light that never fades... Hero's Oath!"
Suddenly, a golden light erupted from within him, like the sun breaking through dark clouds. A thick aura enveloped his body, manifesting as an invisible shield that could drive away the dark mist and push back the malevolent spirits that threatened him. Ancient symbols shimmered around him, illuminating with mystical power—the promise of a hero made hundreds of years ago, now resonating with newfound strength that inspired.
Fiery power surged through his veins; his once feeble body now rose with vigor and vitality. The fear that had once shrouded his soul gradually receded, replaced by an overwhelming sense of confidence.
"I am not a victim of darkness," he declared, his eyes burning like an unquenchable fire. "I am the light that will end it!"
With a confident swing of Excalibur, enveloped in the aura of Hero's Oath, Fitran charged towards the Spirit Ghouls. Each strike was not merely destroying the spectral figures, but also purifying them, sending the lost souls back to their rightful realm with a blinding light.
"Damn," Elbert muttered as he tried to retreat, his gaze filled with fear and urgency. He felt the suffocating desperation closing in as Fitran advanced robustly, ready to strike with all the power he wielded.
Fitran, radiant with the aura of Hero's Oath, prepared to charge at Elbert with an unwavering determination.
"Mystic Clarity," Fitran proclaimed, his voice resonating with the might of the incantation that rippled through the air around him. With intense focus, he concentrated his energy, accelerating his spellcasting and reducing the cooldown time, as if time itself trembled before him.
"Luxbreaker, the Strike of Light that Ends the Night," Fitran uttered.
The voice emerged softly—almost like a prayer, gentle and full of hope. Suddenly, as if the world had come to a halt, every second froze in a hanging tension. A circle of light shaped like a sundial slowly appeared behind Fitran, gently spinning like a wheel of fate without end. Excalibur transformed, its blade elongating slightly, becoming clear and radiant, like a dawn star capturing attention on the horizon. A gentle light surrounded him, not warm, but majestic and soothing, like a soft embrace from a peaceful night.
With a sharp and precise movement, Fitran struck Elbert's head, cleanly splitting it into two perfect halves, as if marking a fine line in the thick darkness of midnight.
Heheheheheheehe...! Elbert's laughter echoed in the night's silence, his voice reverberating even though his head had been severed, indicating that his death had not yet arrived.
"Even though I've unleashed my strongest magic, it seems that you are still not dead," Fitran's voice expressed honest appreciation, underscored by a deep disappointment.
"If the light magic isn't as effective as I had hoped, I will be forced to embrace the darkness," Fitran continued, his eyes shining with sharp determination.
"Black Genesis..." he whispered softly, almost inaudibly—yet the air around him seemed to be sucked away, creating a chilling emptiness.
The world seemed to fall silent in a profound stillness. No wind blew, no sounds were heard, and colors appeared to have vanished from sight.
From the midst of that magic, a small dot emerged—the size of an eyeball, yet its darkness was deeper than a starless night. It was not merely the color black; it was a void, not a hole trodden into the ground, but one that demanded recognition from all forms of existence.
Zwp!
"What?!" exclaimed Elbert, stunned in the darkness, as if time and space had severed their connection to him. His body floated aimlessly, trapped in a tormenting emptiness, dark shadows pulling him deeper into uncertainty.
"Why does a holy knight wield dark magic?" Elbert questioned, his voice trembling with a profound tension, disturbed by the paradox that troubled his mind.
"The master does not need to know where I obtained this information," replied Fitran, his voice steady and firm, vibrating with a tension that felt almost tangible. "Now, it would be best if you stopped talking, for in mere seconds, your life could slip away. It's time for us to move to stage two," he continued, his words vibrating in the ominous atmosphere, as if about to become a storm that would devastate everything around it.
Zwp!
The dimensional space suddenly transformed into a mysterious blue, resembling a deep night sky that in an instant solidified into thick gelatin. This is another phase of Black Genesis, known as the chronosphere, or zero dimension. In this state, targets affected by the attack are trapped in darkness, their bodies unable to move, even the contracted muscles experiencing extraordinary difficulty. Breathing becomes an impossible challenge, with each exhale feeling far out of reach. The effects of the chronosphere last only 30 seconds—enough time to devastate an enemy but not long enough to end a human life, who can typically hold their breath for about 90 seconds. However, in a life-and-death struggle, this time frame could prove to be the decisive factor in a thrilling fate.
Pssssssssssssss!
A circle of magic materialized in the air, but it was unlike any seen before—this one was layered, resembling a black mirror that had cracked repeatedly.
Fitran raised his sword above his head and then swung it slowly downward, as if parting an invisible curtain.
Cracks appeared in the air.
And from within... there was no light. No fire. No color—only pure darkness that flowed like liquid, stretching and spreading like a wound across the night sky.
And from within... there was no light. No fire. No color.
Only pure darkness... that moved like liquid, extending like a wound.
"Abyssal Rend," Fitran declared, his voice vibrating through the air, signaling the awakening of dark deities from their eternal slumber.
The vertical slash that split the ground and tore through the spiritual dimensions opened a small rift to hell, drawing in souls and magic around it like an inescapable dark vortex.
The ethereal spirits protecting Elbert, akin to fragile morning dew, were sucked into the dark rift created by Fitran's sharp strike. The shield that had once enveloped Elbert seemed to evaporate, leaving him in a state of despair and helplessness. With growing dread, Elbert felt his mana drain away, as if a force were hindering him while he attempted to summon the remaining spiritual souls.