Chapter 90: The Edge of Oblivion – The Toll of Absolute Singularity
I. The Philosophy of the 95% Threshold: The Struggle with Mortality
Before a single strike is landed, one must comprehend what the 95% Level truly signifies. This is not merely power; it is "Cosmic Suicide." At this frequency, the biological vessel is no longer capable of containing the sheer volume of celestial energy. Rina and Diari are walking on a razor-thin wire; on one side, they are becoming gods, and on the other, their physical forms are shattering like fragile glass.
Every second they remain at this stage, their cellular structure begins to transmute into pure, unyielding light. This is the laboratory of death. They are fully aware that if they do not terminate Malakor with absolute speed, they will disintegrate into stardust before he does. It is the ultimate form of sacrifice—using their own life force as the very fuel to erase a stain as profound as Malakor. The air around them doesn't just vibrate; it screams as the laws of biology are overwritten by the laws of the Origin.
II. Rina's Venomous Tongue: A Lethal Reality
Rina, surrounded by a silver radiance so intense that looking at her was an impossibility, stepped toward the broken Malakor. Mercy had long since evaporated from her gaze. Every word she uttered was like a heated scalpel slicing through Malakor's very soul.
"Look at yourself, Malakor," Rina said, her voice cold, rhythmic, and dripping with absolute contempt. "Did you truly believe you were above everything? You aren't even worth being considered a remnant. All those millions of years you spent hoarding power, committing atrocities, were for nothing more than to become a rug beneath the feet of a girl you thought was weak. You are a massive body with a microscopic mind. No one in this universe will remember your name, for I am erasing your history so thoroughly that even the darkness will be ashamed of you. You are nothing but a meaningless typo in the Book of Existence, and I am currently tearing the page out."
Rina's words dismantled Malakor from the inside out, forcing him to confront the agonizing truth that his entire existence had been nothing but a cruel, hollow joke.
III. Diari: Reclaiming the Mother's Dignity
In this moment, Diari took a monumental step forward. He targeted the one thing Malakor had stolen years ago from Rina's mother—the "Sacred Essence of Life." This was the source of Elara's beauty, light, and maternal sovereignty, which Malakor had locked away in a black hole within his own chest.
Diari reached his hand into the void inside Malakor's ribcage. Malakor shrieked in a frequency beyond human hearing, but Diari remained silent, his face a mask of indigo determination. Using the 95% surge, he pulled out the lost light. It shimmered like a massive pearl of silver-pink radiance.
"This does not belong to you, defiler," Diari said. "This belongs to the mother whose dignity you tried to shatter." Diari gently guided the essence back into Elara's soul. In that instant, Elara was transformed; her youth returned, her power reignited, and her dignity shone like a midday sun, while Malakor felt the last scrap of his stolen divinity wither away.
IV. Elias: A Silence That Speaks Volumes
Elias, the wise sorcerer, stood at a distance, watching everything with a profound, heavy silence. He did not move, his eyes—heavy with the weight of centuries—observing the tectonic shift in reality. He knew that this was the end of an old era and the painful birth of a new one. Elias's silence was a prayer, a quiet shield intended to hold Rina and Diari together as they wielded a power that threatened to consume them. He stood as a historical witness, knowing that words had lost their meaning in the face of such overwhelming greatness.
V. The King: A Dialogue Between Father and Daughter
The spirit of Rina's father, the Silver King, manifested beside her. He looked at his daughter with immense pride, but a deep shadow of sorrow lingered in his spectral eyes.
"My sweet daughter, Rina..." the King said, his voice a gentle melody amidst the chaotic roar of energy. "Look at you. You have become exactly what I always knew you would be. But heed my warning: this 95% threshold does not only burn Malakor; it severs your connection to this world. You have avenged me; you have avenged our entire nation. But I do not want you to save a world only to no longer exist within it. My child, when you erase Malakor, save a piece of your heart for yourself. Do not let this power take all of your humanity."
Rina looked at her father, a single silver tear tracing a path down her cheek, and she nodded. She knew he was right, but she was prepared to pay any price to ensure this nightmare finally ended.
VI. Malakor's Physical Agony: Atomic Dissolution
Malakor could no longer move. His pain had reached a level that transcended the boundaries of understanding. His body, which once felt like an immovable mountain, was now turning into steam. The 95% power of the Silver Line was like millions of microscopic needles entering every cell of his body simultaneously.
He felt his flesh become water, his water become fire, and his fire become nothingness. This was absolute physical dissolution. He tried to scream, but he no longer possessed a throat to vibrate. He was merely a pulsating, trembling mass of agony cowering beneath Rina's feet. All the souls he had ever consumed began to revolt within him, tearing at him from the inside. Malakor finally reached the realization that "Non-existence" would be a mercy compared to this agonizing state of being.
Written by: Dlin_myth