The afterimage of the duel
still seared itself into my retina. Demi-gods, beings of immense power, had
clashed in a spectacle that defied human comprehension. But had I truly
witnessed it, or was it just a product of my fevered imagination? The term
"Demi-god" nagged at me – incomplete gods, implying a higher power beyond their
reach.
As I pondered, lost in
thought, a gentle touch on my face snapped me back to reality. I looked up to
find a vision of elegance standing before me. Blonde hair cascaded down her
shoulders like a golden waterfall, framing a face that seemed almost… familiar.
Bright green eyes, like emeralds shining in the sunlight, gazed at me with
warmth.
"Little brother seems to be
taking care of himself," she said, her soft smile a gentle breeze on a summer's
day.
My eyes widened in stunned
silence as I thought: Could it be? No way… Is this really my older sister,
Seo-yoon?
Seo-yoon's eyes crinkled at
the corners as she smiled, and I felt a rush of emotions. It had been years
since I'd seen her, and I'd almost given up hope of ever finding her again. But
here she was, standing in front of me like a mirage.
"Seo-yoon…?" I whispered, my
voice trembling with uncertainty.
Her smile faltered for a
moment, and she took a step closer, her hands still cupping my face. "It's been
a long time, Muhan," she said, her voice low and soothing. "I've been looking
for you."
I felt a lump form in my
throat as I stared at her, drinking in the familiar features and the green eyes
that seemed to sparkle with secrets. "Where have you been?" I asked, my voice
barely above a whisper.
Seo-yoon's gaze drifted away,
and she released my face, her hands falling to her sides. "It's a long story,
Muhan," she said, her voice tinged with a hint of sadness. "But I'm here now.
That's all that matters."
Meanwhile inside the pocket
dimension Han and Gunhee's duel had really a fever pitch as both contestants
exchanged blows that could shatter an entire realm.
*Han's Perspective*
I exchanged blows with Gunhee,
our duel raging on within the pocket dimension. Each strike held the power to
shatter entire realms, and my ether energy surged in response. But I knew I
couldn't keep up with Gunhee's combat prowess indefinitely.
"Time to rely on the
Lockhart's legacy," I declared, my voice firm. "Ether's Omni-Sword, time-space
sword!"
The family sword materialized
from the void, drawing ether from the pocket dimension itself. It shone with a
brilliant blue light, like a star bursting into existence. As my hand extended
to command the sword, "Celestial Dance" activated, recognizing the Lockhart
lineage. With acceleration defying measurement, I lunged forward, sword
flashing toward Gunhee.
*Gunhee's Perspective*
I smirked as I looked at the
flashy sword Han had summoned. "You never cease to amaze me!" I said, raising
my divine energy. Our combined power strained the pocket dimension, reality
unraveling as we clashed.
The world around us drained of
color, leaving only Han and me vibrant against the monochrome backdrop. I
closed in on Han, my eyes locked onto his. With a transformation that seemed
almost effortless, I entered the Divine state: Celestial Presence. My hair
flowed like seaweed in water, aglow with a soft white light, while my body took
on the majestic appearance of the cosmos itself.
......
The air was electric with
anticipation as I smirked at Han, my eyes gleaming with a fierce intensity.
With a burst of speed that defied measurement, I lunged towards him, my
Celestial Presence state allowing me to transcend the boundaries of the pocket
dimension. Our bodies flashed through the monochrome void like characters in a
manga, our movements a blur of dynamic energy.
As we hurtled towards each
other, I summoned a vast amount of divine energy into my right hand, calling
forth Aurora's Edge, the Lawson's Legacy. The moment our blades clashed, the
impact detonated like a singularity, unleashing a maelstrom of energy that
shattered the black-and-white landscape and restored color to the pocket
dimension. The repercussions of our battle created complex, boundless
multiverses, a testament to our limitless potential.
As sword met sword, a dazzling
display of light erupted, a blurry alignment of bright blue and golden hues
that seemed to dance across the void. But amidst the chaos, I noticed something
amiss. Han's body was surrounded by a halo of red electricity, his eyes burning
with an intense, crimson glow. The Red Iris emanating from him seemed to be
fueled by an inner power that threatened to consume everything in its path.
Before I could react, Han
dodged my attack and countered with a speed that left me struggling to keep up.
His movements were no longer bound by logic or reason; he seemed to be acting
on pure instinct, his body moving with a fluidity that defied the laws of
physics. I blinked, and in that instant, an Ether blast pierced through my
stomach, sending a gout of blood flying from my lips.
Before I could even process
the pain, Han appeared before me, his fists flying in a flurry of punches that
sent me careening through infinite universes. Each impact created and destroyed
entire omniverse, the sheer force of his blows leaving me reeling. I was
drained of stamina, my body screaming in protest as Han's assault continued
unabated.
And then, with a flourish of
his glimmering red sword, Han unleashed his exclusive skill: Celestial Dance.
The blade hovered above me, poised to deliver the final, crushing blow. I knew
that if I allowed that strike to land, I would be defeated, my existence erased
from the fabric of reality.
As I gazed up at Han, a
thought flashed through my mind: "He's gotten this strong?" The realization hit
me like a ton of bricks – we had transcended the boundaries of power, our
strength unbounded by any rules or laws. The implications were staggering, and
for a moment, I forgot about the impending strike, lost in the sheer wonder of
our limitless potential.