PROUD
Goggles' existence had awakened him to the reality of the world. Even if you could manage to control things perfectly and bring back a soul just the same, it was impossible for you to curate and control every single one of their experiences.
Goggles had always been a person who fell in love with those he shouldn't and devoted his whole heart to them. He had done it with the wife of another man, and now Cynthia managed to take advantage of it. The issue wasn't the flaw itself, but how it manifested. Goggles was almost practically the same person, and yet his experiences had caused him to go from the best of friends to the worst of enemies… and that was in the case that his soul actually survived. Leonel's father's soul hadn't survived. If Leonel wanted him back, he would have to reconstruct it entirely. At that point, how could this person even still be his father even if Leonel perfectly formed and curated every aspect? It didn't matter how much effort he put in, how powerful he was, or how dedicated he was. His father would never return. And he had accepted that. Velasco Morales had passed a torch to him, entrusting him with the future. That was the true heaviest burden he carried. So it was about time he took it up properly. The Envoys of Destruction suddenly moved and the armies in all directions were mowed down like grass. Leonel stood in the skies without the slightest care. Every time someone died, he casually spoke the words that sent a shudder down their very souls.
The Primordial Terror found itself getting weaker and weaker, but it couldn't even take action. Its mind was practically crumbling, and everything that it thought it wanted, everything it thought was real, was no longer.
Leonel clasped his hand behind his back, his gaze absent-minded. It didn't even seem like he cared about the result of the battle below. Aina found herself standing limbo, his brothers gasped for breath, but there were no longer any enemies around him. Even Nana found that the pressure coming from her fusion had almost vanished as she gritted her teeth to finish the last leg.
He was simply unbridled and entirely undefeatable. He didn't even lift a single finger, but the entire world was overturned by him. Soon, the army beneath him grew from dozens to hundreds, from dozens to thousands, from thousands to millions.
Know Fear. The strength the Emperor's Might Lineage Factor had never reached such a level. It was already something that the entire God Realm had feared, but now…
The Primordial Terror found itself hyperventilating. It was the creature that should have struck fear in others, and yet, right now…
Were the Dream Asuras really the true overlords of Existence? When had this Demon Race grown so powerful to have two such monsters? All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.
The entirety of the Primordial Terror's army was wiped out. The only ones that remained were the Fallen God Beasts and his own Celestial Terra clan. But for whatever reason, Leonel didn't seem to care to target them either. Leonel appeared above the Primordial Terror, his gaze indifferent.
"In the end, the problem is that this world has too many stupid people. You have no one but yourself to blame for all of this. You let your despair overwhelm you, and it clouded everything.
"In another life, maybe I could empathize with you… but not in this one. At the very least, you can finally rest in peace now."
The Death Pulse Deer that Leonel stood on suddenly raised its antlers into the skies, and a large amount of Death Force began to gather. At some point, the Primordial Terror finally stopped trembling. It watched as the Envoys of Destruction began to gather up strength, and even as they sapped away more of his energy. Leonel was actually using what lingering connection they had to it to weaken it even further.
And yet, at this point, the Primordial Terror finally felt hints of peace in its eyes. Indeed… it was a fool. But at the very least, it would get its own happy ending. Finally… peace. The attacks descended, and the Primordial Terror was erased from the world. Its eyes dimmed, and a hole appeared in its forehead, blasting its Ethereal Glabella to pieces. The world fell silent. This young man had single-handedly wiped this army out… and he didn't even seem to feel like this was any sort of accomplishment at all. At that moment, a lithe figure, one with beauty beyond words, suddenly appeared, standing so close to Leonel that they were within arm's reach.
The Demoness looked up at Leonel, a hint of pride in her beautiful eyes. Right now, Leonel was over five meters tall, but she was only around two meters tall. Even so, she floated in the skies, gently reaching out and stroking Leonel's cheek as though she was truly a doting grandmother.
"You've done grandma proud," she said in a soft, sweet voice.
Leonel didn't respond, his gaze just as indifferent. The Demoness smiled. "Aren't you going to set your Envoys on me?"
Leonel once again didn't respond. Was there a point? The second Life Tablet of the Four Great Families was certainly with her. After having planned all of this out, this woman who had the entirety of Existence in her palms wouldn't possibly falter here.
The smile of the Demoness grew more gentle.
"Maybe in another life," she said softly. Her eyes watered slightly before they dried up, a subtle water vapor vanishing into the ether.
Her arm reached out and pierced through Leonel's chest. Slowly, she pulled out a heart larger than even her head. Without the cavity of Leonel's chest to protect it, every pump of this heart bent and twisted the space around it, shattering it into pieces. The tears in reality were so fierce that even the God Runes couldn't repair them.
The Demoness looked up at Leonel's indifferent face one more time. She rose up, gave him a kiss on the forehead, and then vanished.
Leonel stood there for a long while until the world began to swim. His scales faded, his body shrank, and he collapsed, falling like a meteor from above. His Dream Asura Bloodline had been completely stripped from him.