CHAPTER 878: 875: THE THIRD NIGHT (FINAL)

The moment the formation activated, the air ignited. But it did not ignite like a speak catching oil.

No.

It ignited like the universe itself had been set ablaze by the first fire in existence.

BOOM!

A concussive wave rippled out as the colossal magic circle in the sky trembled... then it pulsed once.

And everything changed.

The center of the formation, where the white-gold flame flickered, expanded into an intricate, spinning prism of layered divine mechanisms.

It was not just light.

It was not just flame.

It was a combination of both, and it was like a force of judgement.

Thousands of beams of white-gold fire-light burst from the center, and a massive burning golden white wing was formed.

The massive golden white wing released tens of thousands of white-gold beams of fire and light, and they spiraled into geometric arcs that rewrote the sky.

The clouds shattered.

Not parted.

But shattered.

Like fragile glass under the breath of a star.

Rays of purifying illumination curved in unnatural spirals, bent at impossible angles, and the void runes that was in each ray shimmered like grey stars. They all shot toward the massive beam the colossal shadow had released.

Although the colossal shadow had released its attack earlier, one of the abilities of the void runes he infused into the magic circle was the ability to increase the time around it.

The magic circle had actually used eight seconds for it to fully activate, but in the eyes of others, it had used only a single second.

From the appearance of the massive golden white wings to the release of the tens of thousands of beams, only a single second had passed.

The Thirteenth Dawn were stunned, and so was the colossal shadow.

Meanwhile, the colossal shadow’s beam was not an ordinary beam, and it could not be compared to its previous shadow beams.

It was like a black hole that was filled with a churning torrent of corrupted death, shadow, and chaotic malice.

And the countless shadows of death, malice, and madness that were in the beam... roared towards Corey’s spell with fury and hunger.

Even in the face of death, the shadows were still hungry and they wanted to devour the light.

And then...

They collided.

And the world cracked.

Light met darkness.

Heat met cold.

Sanity met madness.

And for a moment, the city went silent.

Utterly silent.

The wind vanished.

The screams of ghosts and spirits paused.

And even with Corey’s Ears of Omniscience, he heard nothing for a brief moment.

Then...

KAAAAAAABOOOOOMMMMM!!!!

An apocalyptic shockwave exploded outward as Dawnbreaker’s judgement met the full force of the colossal shadow’s essence.

But it wasn’t just two beans clashing. Because Dawnbreaker was not just a beam.

It was a scripture.

It was a living manifestation of a divine will. It was a circular matrix of ever-evolving runes that spiraled into itself and released recursive waves of holy fire-light infused with void force.

As the corrupted shadow beam met it, Dawnbreaker’s script began to rewrite it.

The void runes shattered its structure.

The illumination runes exposed every piece of filth it carried.

And the purifying fire devoured all the filth and corruption.

The shadow beam began to collapse on itself mid-air, twisting, writhing, and screaming in a language that had no tongue and no shape.

It burned.

Then Corey could hear the countless shadows in it beg. They were begging and pleading to not be erased, but apart from that, Corey could hear some begging to be freed from their torment and judged.

His Ears of Omniscience interpreted their pleas which none should be able to understand to him.

Then a few moments later, it ceased.

The Thirteenth Dawn, who had been far on the other side of the Dying City, fell to their knees as the clash blinded their senses.

They weren’t even looking directly at the source. And yet, their minds could barely grasp the scope of the power they were witnessing.

It wasn’t just light.

It wasn’t just energy.

It was like watching a sun bleed gold and white across the sky while whispering judgement in forgotten tongues.

Aelric was on his knees with wide unblinking eyes that were full of fear, despair, and awe.

Zeke was also on his knees with his lips quivering in awe and fear, and his pupils trembling in despair... and also desire.

Captain Kieran’s lips parted slightly.

He did not understand what the spell was.

He did not understand who or what was fighting.

He did not understand why they were in a trial where such powerful beings dwelt.

He did not understand what sort of bad luck they had to be in such a situation.

And most importantly, he did not understand how they were to survive till the end of the trial if such beings existed.

As he gazed at the clash above, he could not help but mutter.

"Is this the power of a god?"

As for the colossal shadow...

It tried.

It genuinely tried.

It poured every ounce of shadow energy and shadow it had into the attack. It unleashed more beams from its eyes, swipes from its claws, and a shockwave from its roar.

But the tens of thousands of golden white beams clashed with its attacks and prevented them from reaching the main source of Dawnbreaker.

The flaming golden-white wings of light.

ROARRRRR!!!!!!

The colossal shadow roared in fear and fury, and Corey looked at it with an utterly calm and indifferent gaze.

He raised his palm, and then he clenched his hand tightly.

’Transform.’

The rays suddenly covered, and from tens of thousands of golden-white rays, they became just hundreds.

However, these hundreds were no longer rays of fiery light. But were now thick white-gold chains.

’Go.’ Corey mouthed.

And the chains moved.

They left trails of golden white lines in the air as they did not simply just move through the air, they shuttled through the space.

Before the colossal shadow could react, the chains suddenly appeared around its colossal form and bound it.

ROOOAAARRRRRRRRRR!!!!!

The colossal shadow roared in pain as the chains not only bound it, but burnt it.

Corey calmly shifted his gaze to the massive gold-white flaming wings of light before him. He placed his right hand on it, and then he pushed softly and mouthed.

’Go.’

The wings flapped once, then twice, then thrice.

And in just three flaps of its wings, the massive white-gold wings appeared before the colossal shadow which was over a dozen kilometers from Corey’s position.

Corey clenched his fist once again, and the wings wrapped itself around the writhing colossal shadow.

ROOOOOOAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRR!!!!!!

The loudest scream of pain which it had ever released could be heard in every part of the Dying City.

White-gold flames appeared all over its body, and the flames didn’t just burn and purify the colossal shadow.

It unraveled it.

Piece by piece.

Essence by essence.

From the wings down to the screaming mouth, to the countless wriggling, sentient eyes, to the madness and hatred that pulsed in its entire being...

All of it was burned, purified, unraveledz and rewritten by Dawnbreaker.

They were rewritten into nothing.

And then...

The chains broke down into motes of lights. The wings burnt out. And the colossal shadow was no more.

Nothing was left of the colossal shadow.

There was no explosion.

No grand finale.

Just a lingering brilliance that slowly faded into the wind, like the closing of a divine book whose words had already been written on the world.