Chapter 65
The world suddenly plunged into polar night.
The Crimson Tide Blood Sun completely disintegrated, transforming into the crimson halo of that skeletal hand. Its knuckles stood like mountain ranges, and countless wandering black flames seeped from the cracks in its bones, seemingly the agonizing cries of countless souls.
It slowly pressed down.
With just one action, the entire wasteland was plunged into suffocation.
The earth shattered, the remnants of the light domain collapsed, and the air condensed into a thick layer of oppression, as if all living beings were being forcibly pressed into the soil.
Sprout 12 suddenly opened its eyes in the light barrier, barely supporting its weak branches and leaves, its voice trembling but firm:
"237! Don't stop! This is... the real enemy!"
Seed 237's blood-like energy surged through his body, almost crushing his chest cavity.
The shadow parasite roared madly: "Borrow my power! If you want to live, you must let me devour it!"
The Will of Light roared, "No! It will corrupt everything! You must bear it alone!"
The conflict almost tore him apart.
However, the instant the shadow of the Bone Shadow Hand pressed down completely, he suddenly remembered Jing Yu's whisper—
Understanding is not the same as agreeing.
You don't choose light or you choose shadow.
You are a bridge, a new possibility beyond the established order.
Boom!!
The light and shadow within Seed 237 no longer repel each other, but are forcibly woven into an unstable core under his will.
The radiant roots and dark vines intertwined, transforming into a "cracked star" that suddenly rose up!
In that instant, it was as if a gap had been torn open in the heavens and earth.
Countless beams of light and dark currents surged from the cracks, coalescing into a heaven-defying spear.
—【Critical Counterattack: Star-Splittering Spear】!
With a roar, the Star-Splitting Spear shot into the sky, piercing straight into the Bone Shadow's hand!
The spearhead pierced through the void, instantly igniting the entire night sky.
The Bone Shadow Hand abruptly stopped, its enormous pupils contracting slightly for the first time, seemingly shocked by this unpredictable power.
The sound of the collision was like a thousand thunderclaps.
The vortex of light and darkness, along with the bone shadows and black flames, clashed and tore apart patches of vacuum in the sky.
The entire wasteland was thrown into turmoil, and the legions of the three-way alliance were blown away like straw, with blood rain and fragments falling to the ground together.
However, the Star Splitter is not perfect.
Cracks began to appear on it, and the power of light and shadow dissipated on the gun, threatening to backfire at any moment.
Seed 237's body shattered violently, blood and light energy spilling out together, and its entire body almost turned into a semi-transparent outline.
However, he held on tightly to his will.
"—For Sprout, for the Light Domain... I must hold on!"
The Bone Shadow Hand trembled violently in the sky, and huge cracks continued to spread.
Just as that hand was about to completely shatter, a cold whisper came from the dark pupils:
“Interesting. So this is what an ‘inheritor’ looks like.”
The next second, the Bone Shadow Hand suddenly withdrew, the crimson vortex collapsed, and night once again swept back into the wasteland.
The battlefield fell silent.
All that remained were scorched, shattered fields of light and the cracked, teetering seed 237.
He knelt on the ground, breathing rapidly, his body seemingly about to collapse at any moment.
But his eyes were more resolute than ever before.
—For the first time, he held light and shadow in his hands simultaneously, in his own way.
In the distance, the leaders of the three-way alliance exchanged apprehensive glances in the silence.
They understood that from this moment on, the situation was no longer under their control.
After the deathly silence, the sound of the wind returned to the wasteland.
But this is not true peace; rather, it is like the vacuum left behind after the departure of some enormous beast—leaving an invisible chain hanging over the hearts of all living beings.
Seed 237 knelt between the broken, bare roots, breathing rapidly, its branches and leaves cracked, and the radiance on its body dimmed to the point of almost being extinguished.
He raised his hand and found that the cracks of light and shadow were still moving among the branches, tearing at his existence as if burning.
"237!"
An urgent shout came from behind.
Sprout 12 staggered out of the light barrier, his breath still weak, but his eyes were clear.
He rushed to 237, stretching out branches to try and steady him: "Stop wasting your energy! You're already..."
237 managed a weak smile, his voice hoarse but firm:
“It’s okay, I’m still here… and we… won.”
As Yadou12 looked at the cracks all over his body, his chest tightened violently.
He wanted to reprimand, but in the end he only murmured softly:
"You took too much risk...you almost gambled your life away."
In the brief silence, the wind blew across the scorched earth, stirring up black ash.
Seed 237 slowly raised its head, its gaze fixed on the depths of the night sky, where the crack where the blood-red vortex had disappeared remained unclosed, as if an invisible eye was watching.
"That hand... is not a power that the Tripartite Alliance can summon."
"It's looking down on us, observing us."
Sprout 12 experienced a respiratory arrest.
"You mean, that's the real behind-the-scenes figure?"
237 nodded, the light on his forehead flashing on and off:
"What it values... is not the light domain, but me."
The three-way alliance is merely a pawn; they are only using each other as pawns… The true hunter has never revealed its full form.
Sprout12 felt a chill run down her spine, but still lowered her voice:
"So what do you plan to do? Continue the resistance? Or..."
Seed237's gaze became more profound than ever before.
"I can't just be a guardian."
Simply guarding the light domain will only lead to passively waiting for the next hunt.
I want to find out—what it is, and why it chose to appear now.
If I don't actively seek the answer, not only will the Light Realm be taken away by it, but you too.
Sprout 12 remained silent for a long time, its branches and leaves slowly closing up, its eyes filled with complex emotions.
“...You know what? Just now you didn’t look like the ‘Successor of Light’.”
You're more like... something between light and shadow.
Seed237 paused for a moment, then gave a wry smile.
"Perhaps. But that's who I am."
Whether they admit it or not, I will no longer run away.
The night wind blew, and the ashes scattered.
The two stood side by side, their gazes fixed on the unclosed crack in the night sky.
They all understood that this victory was merely the prelude.
The real war has only just begun.
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