It was time.
The crowd didn't know it yet.
The Valkyrie didn't know it yet.
But Sin had decided this match was over.
Her breathing was ragged. Her blade shimmered with fading buffs. Her evasion scripts were out of sync from the last combo lock. She still had speed, yes—but her precision was slipping.
She thought he was backing off to recover.
She thought she had an opening.
She was wrong.
Because Sin wasn't out of breath.
Sin was calculating.
His health bar floated overhead—roughly 29.8% remaining.
Which meant the threshold had been met.
[Blood of the Final Saint] — Passive Triggered.
When HP falls below 30%, increase STR and Crit Rate by 50%. Additional 1% per 5% missing HP.
Current bonus: +50% STR, +50% Crit Rate.
His eyes pulsed—if you could call them that. The glow behind his empty helm surged with layered runes. Each one flickering faster than code, like divine equations breaking into lethal form.
The battlefield had been shared.
Now it belonged to him.
She rushed again, desperate to end it before he reset his cooldowns.
He let her close.
Then stepped into her strike.
[Strike Received: -8% HP]
She gasped.
Because he didn't dodge.
Didn't block.
He let it land.
HP: 21.6%
[Blood of the Final Saint] Buff: +56% STR, +56% Crit Rate
"...you're insane," she whispered.
Sin didn't reply.
He simply moved.
His hand gripped the haft of his summoned blade—a burning lance of condensed divine code.
No flourish.
No wind-up.
Just command.
[Opening Move: Verdict Flash] — a high-speed thrust that stuns if executed after receiving melee damage.
Her form jolted—staggered mid-air.
Her wings twitched.
She tried to blink.
[Sanction Delay Triggered] — teleport interrupt.
She was trapped.
And Sin was already mid-combo.
[Arcstep → Piercing Oath → Vowbreaker]
A triple-chain combo that manipulated positioning and momentum.
Arcstep flung him behind her.
Piercing Oath drove a spear through her evasive scripts—stopping movement for 1.5 seconds.
Vowbreaker ignored defense scaling, targeting her base resistances instead.
Her health plummeted.
From 61% → 42%.
The crowd screamed.
Chat Exploded.
"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?!"
"DID HE JUST SKIP A COOLDOWN PHASE?!"
"HOW IS THAT BUILD LEGAL?!"
"BRO THAT'S THE GUY WHO PERFECTED PARRYING IN 'SATISFIED,' HE'S DIFFERENT—"
Sin didn't stop.
There was no need to wait.
His combos had been calculated minutes ago.
Each strike created an if-else tree of possibilities. And from those possibilities—
He had already chosen the end.
The Valkyrie forced an emergency displacement—burning her last burst CD to vanish backward.
Mistake.
Sin cast forward—
[God Slayer — Consecrate Zone]
A glowing field erupted around her escape path.
She reappeared right into it.
Silence. No buffs. No heals. All incoming magic converted to holy damage.
She opened her mouth to cast.
Her UI flashed red.
Too late.
Sin activated [Trinity Smite], a three-stage attack:
Judgment Light — A vertical strike that reduces enemy armor by 30% for 10 seconds.
Punishment Echo — Echoes last received damage as a second hit.
Final Mercy — A deceptive skill name. It stuns the enemy for 3 seconds if they're below 50% HP.
She was.
The blow landed.
All three parts.
Her health hit 10%.
She couldn't move.
Couldn't blink.
Couldn't scream.
Only watch as Sin raised his hand—
—and snapped his fingers.
[Heaven's Edict: Sentence Declared]
A final skill.
Triggered only when:
HP of target is below 15%
Buffs are purged
No action input registered for 1 second
The system itself paused.
A single strike descended like divine retribution—silent, colorless, perfect.
It didn't flash.
It didn't explode.
It ended.
MATCH OVER
WINNER: ABSOLUTE SIN
The arena roared.
The Asgard server screamed.
Sin stood there—still, silent.
Wreathed in radiant aftermath, wings curled behind him like the ending of a celestial war.
He didn't celebrate.
Didn't bow.
Just turned.
And walked away.
Back in Guild Chat:
Ulbert: Sweet god in hell
Tabula Smaragdina: He timed everything
Peroroncino: Bro went from roleplaying mute angel to death incarnate
Touch Me: …That was kind of horrifying
Wish III: I want a rematch
Momonga: How do we even spar with someone like that?!
Sin:
:)
I'm thinking of making my first alternate avatar soon.
Something slow. Cinematic. Villainous.
Thoughts?
Everyone:
ABSOLUTELY YES.