Chapter 290 Leviathan. {5} Tier 5

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Lyra's scream echoed across the battlefield, raw and anguished. She scrambled to her feet, her handguns firing wildly at the Leviathan as she rushed to Nyra's side. The creature's remaining eyes glowed with fury, but it didn't attack. Instead, it retreated, its massive form slithering back into the mist, leaving the twins alone on the blood-soaked ground. Lyra dropped to her knees beside Nyra, her hands trembling as she reached for her sister. "No, no, no... Nyra, stay with me! Please!" Nyra's eyes fluttered open, her gaze unfocused but filled with a quiet determination. She reached up, her bloodied hand brushing against Lyra's cheek. "Lyra... run..." "No!" Lyra's voice broke, tears streaming down her face. "I'm not leaving my family behind! Not again!" Nyra's lips curled into a faint smile, her hand falling limp at her side. "Stubborn... as always..." Her eyes closed, and her body stopped moving. Lyra's scream tore through the air, a sound of pure, unrelenting grief. She clutched Nyra's lifeless body to her chest, her sobs shaking her entire frame. The battlefield was silent, the mist closing in around them like a shroud. And then, from the sky, a streak of light. Rex landed with a force that shook the ground, his body crackling with energy. His eyes burned with fury as he took in the scene before him.... the shattered remains of the Maulers, the bodies of the Aegis units, and the twins. One alive, one not. His gaze locked onto Nyra's lifeless form, and something inside him shattered. Then, the sky itself seemed to tremble. Rex unleashed a soul-piercing roar, a sound so primal, so furious, that it tore through the battlefield like a tidal wave of raw power. A shockwave erupted from him, sweeping outward in all directions with such force that the thick mist blanketing the land was obliterated... vanishing for kilometers in an instant. For the first time, the battlefield was laid bare. The creatures lurking within the fog never stood a chance. Those caught in the blast were ripped apart by sheer force. The crystalline golems, even with their hulking and nearly indestructible bodies, cracked like fragile glass, their bodies splintering under the pressure. And the jellyfish-like entities? They didn't even get a moment to react. The second Rex's energy touched them, they simply ceased to exist. On the planet's orbit, alarms flared. Cleo felt it instantly. A cold, unnatural spike in energy. Something wrong. Something impossible. Then, the Cleopatra system confirmed it. [WARNING. TIER 5 ANOMALY DETECTED. SOURCE UNKNOWN.] Her hands clenched into fists. {What... is happening down there?} A sickening dread settled in her stomach as a single name whispered through her mind. {Voidwalker...} But Cleo wasn't the only one who felt it. Thousands of years away, across the vast reaches of space and time, a woman clad in flowing white robes stood motionless beneath an endless sky. The Lady in White. She lifted her gaze, her shimmering silver eyes suddenly wet with tears.@@@@ She had prayed this moment would never come. "Don't let anger consume you, my son," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. A single tear traced its way down her porcelain cheek. "Please... don't lose yourself." Back on the battlefield, Rex was no longer Rex. The nanomaterial coating his body began to disintegrate, unable to contain the explosive surge of his power. His once-white wings? Now blacker than the abyss. His once-golden eyes? Now like twin black holes, devouring all light. His once-radiant silver aura, a beacon of hope? Now a writhing mass of pure darkness. The fight was over. And yet... When Rex descended, stepping toward the twins, it wasn't relief that filled the air. It was fear. A sharp, suffocating, all-consuming fear. "STOP! Don't COME NEAR US!" Lyra's voice shattered the silence. She stood protectively over Nyra, her body trembling, her eyes wide with pure, primal terror. Stay updated through My Virtual Library Empire Rex stopped mid-step. His expression flickered. Confusion. Hurt. "Lyra..." His voice was low, uncertain. But when he looked into her eyes, he understood. It wasn't just his appearance.... It wasn't just what he had done. It was the aura radiating from him, a suffocating force of terror itself. Even without meaning to, he was drowning her in it. With his fists clenched. He took a slow, shaky breath and forced himself to kneel before them, his wings folding behind him. He tried to push it all down. The rage, the power, the darkness threatening to swallow him whole. "It's okay, Lyra," he murmured with his voice softer now, careful. "I would never hurt you. I would never hurt Nyra. You don't have to be afraid when I'm here." Her breath hitched but she didn't move. "Now, please," Rex continued, his gaze flickering to Nyra's lifeless body. "Let me see her wounds." Lyra's lip quivered. Her chest rose and fell in shallow, ragged breaths. She turned her head slightly, looking down at Nyra's still, unmoving form. And then... her composure broke. A choked sob escaped her lips. Her knees buckled as tears began streaming down her face. "Rex... I... Nyra... she..." She couldn't even say it. Rex didn't answer. He simply reached out, gently placing his hand on her head. A comforting gesture. A silent promise. Then, his fingers brushed against Nyra's cheek. And something happened. Something... impossible. In a white garden, soft, fragrant petals drifted through the air, swirling like delicate whispers in the wind. The sky above was endless, untouched. A place between worlds. Nyra blinks, confused. She wasn't in pain anymore. She wasn't on the battlefield. She was somewhere else. And standing before her was a beautiful woman in white. The woman's presence was calm yet powerful, her silver eyes watching Nyra with an unreadable expression. She raised a delicate hand, and at her silent command, the white flowers at her feet shifted, twisted... until they formed two elegant, throne-like chairs. The woman smiled softly. "Sit with me." Nyra's eyes narrowed. "Who the hell are you? Where am I?" The woman in white chuckled with a soft, knowing sound. "I have many names my child." She gracefully took a seat in one of the flower-shaped chairs, then gestured toward the empty one. "There's still time before he comes. Let's talk, shall we?"

Chapter 290 Leviathan. {5} Tier 5

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