CHAPTER 152: SEO-YUN ESCAPES

Seo-Yun’s grip on my hand began loosening, and her struggles grew weaker. She was losing strength—fast. But it wasn’t just from my attack. Surviving the Omen Pulse was proof of her strength. She just didn’t expect me to willingly use a dark talent in a situation that wasn’t particularly life-threatening.

"Y... you... You... are so cool," she gasped and flashed me a sweet smile, which instinctively made my grip soften.

Clearly, this woman didn’t want me dead.

But here I was, trying to take her life.

Why?

Do I really have to go this far?

[Charm Skill Detected]

[Charm Skill Suppressed]

All those thoughts vanished in an instant as a vicious red flash erupted from my eyes and my grip tightened.

"Bitch... You almost got me!" I snarled.

But to my surprise, Seo-Yun was smiling too.

She shook her head, grinning with a crazed expression before whispering:

"I got you."

Buzz!

My eyes widened in shock.

Two daggers were buried deep into my body. Both weapons were held by two pale figures—one human, the other of elf descent. Behind them, black rifts spun rapidly.

To my horror, the daggers began digging into my body on their own. Within seconds, the weapons had completely entered my flesh—leaving behind no wounds.

Haaa!

I roared, and a black shockwave burst from my body, sending the duo flying.

Ding!

[Moonlight Daggers detected in the host’s body. These daggers will not only cause unbearable pain until removed but also leave the host’s body prone to further attacks. Other techniques will be twice as deadly now.]

Ba-dum!

Pfft!

Black blood jetted out of my mouth as my heartbeat thundered. Each beat triggered an intense wave of pain, blurring my vision. Even in this condition—I didn’t let go of Seo-Yun.

At worst... my grip loosened.

"You will die here," I growled like an injured beast, revealing bloodstained teeth.

"I’m sorry, my love. But I must hurt you to escape," Seo-Yun winked.

Ding!

[Retreat! You must retreat now!]

The system warned—but it was too late.

Moonshadow Judgement: Final Eclipse!

Suddenly, the moon above shone so brightly I couldn’t help but look up. My eyes widened as I watched the moon expand rapidly—as if it was falling toward the Earth.

Swoosh!

A silver pillar of light descended from the heavens, slamming into the ground with me at its center.

Bang!

The earth caved in under the weight of the attack, and the resulting shockwave knocked Seo-Yun’s disciples even further back. Only my hand, still gripping Seo-Yun, remained outside the radius of the Final Eclipse.

The feeling was suffocating. It was as if the moon had crash-landed on me, determined to crush me completely. I couldn’t breathe, and my knees buckled under the immense force.

It felt like I was on fire—my body and soul corroding under the moon’s power.

But even then—I didn’t scream.

I didn’t let go.

I didn’t cry for mercy.

Instead... I laughed.

Hahahahaha! Hahahahaha!

Within the beam of silver light, my eyes glowed with a fierce red hue. My laugh grew louder. More erratic.

I felt Seo-Yun shudder beneath my grip. Her smile faded, replaced with something I hadn’t seen before.

Fear.

Hahahahaha! Hahahahahaha!

"DIDN’T I TELL YOU?!" I roared, tightening my grip.

"THIS BATTLE ONLY ENDS WHEN ONE SIDE IS DEAD!"

"Master!"

"My lady!"

The two disciples screamed in unison, desperation in their voices.

They tried to move—but someone moved faster.

Swoosh!

I only caught a glimpse, but I would’ve known that figure anywhere—even if it weren’t for the fluttering red cape.

Prince Ronald!

My eyes widened in disbelief as his figure darted between us, leaving a blazing trail of scorched red light.

Swoosh!

Flames followed his movement, and my bloodied eyes locked onto the burning greatsword in his hand.

"I see..." I muttered.

Pfft!

The hand gripping Seo-Yun was severed cleanly, and the prince caught her before she could hit the ground.

Without wasting a second, he leapt into one of the rifts, carrying Seo-Yun and her disciples with him.

The remaining demi-human forces followed, pouring into the rifts as the silver beam gradually faded.

By the time the beam disappeared, all that remained was proof of the chaos that had unfolded.

Charred corpses.

Crumbling buildings.

The stench of death.

I stood at the center of it all, eyes narrowed at my palm. Residual silver energy still sizzled from my skin, and my severed arm was regrowing—but slower than usual.

My body was numb. I couldn’t feel pain... but I knew something was wrong.

"What the hell did you do to me?" I muttered, watching my hand slowly reform.

The growth might seem fast to anyone else—but I knew my own limits.

This... was slow.

I heard the shuffling of feet.

Raising my head, I saw soldiers pouring in from every street, road, and alleyway—armed to the teeth.

They must’ve sensed the battle and come rushing over. Too bad they were late.

They froze at the carnage, exchanging uneasy glances. No one dared enter the blood-soaked street littered with corpses.

Their worried eyes landed on me—and I saw them flinch at the sight of my missing hand.

I could guess what they were thinking:

Who could possibly hurt the Great One this badly?

"Report this to the city guard and have them send a cleanup crew," I said as a pair of wings sprouted from my back. "You can all return and rest. If I needed help, I would’ve called for it."

"Yes... Yes, my Lord!" they roared in unison, full of obedience.

I nodded casually.

Swoooosh!

Without hesitation, I took to the skies, flying straight toward the palace.

I knew something was wrong with me.

And if I was going to deal with it... it would be within the confines of my room in the palace.

Not in front of sixty thousand soldiers and hundreds of thousands of civilians...

...who had painted an invincible image of me in their minds.

If I fell in front of them, everything I have strived to build will crumble.

I couldn’t let that happen.

I would rather die standing than fall and ask for help.

This is the burden of a God