Dualities | Solo levelling X Tbate

Omnipotence?

Arthur's resplendent golden eyes remained fixated, entranced as he watched his sister's playful caress of Cerberus's multi-faceted head. Her curious gaze delved into the intricacies of the abode, within the floating castle.

"Honey, what's troubling you?" Alice's melodious voice broke in, her concern mirrored by Reynolds, whose scrutinizing gaze lingered on Arthur's seemingly distant expression.

Caught in a swirling storm of emotions, Arthur found himself unable to find words. The recent attack, however brief, had left an enduring mark on his psyche.

The desire to reveal his innermost feelings battled against the overwhelming surge of chaos and devastation that churned within his draconic core, resulting in an intense headache that felt as though it was tearing his skull apart.

He recalled the scene vividly.

The expressions of horror etched on the faces of every individual within the academy as Arthur ruthlessly put an end to Lucas's life, deriving a twisted satisfaction from the act.

His mind had turned into a void upon witnessing Caera's grievous injuries, yet the perpetrator had been him. Exhaling a sigh, he lifted his head to acknowledge his parents. However, his movement faltered as he noticed an unusual reaction in the aether surrounding him.

The sophisticated force, which manipulated the fabric of space, time, and even fate itself, had always held a mesmerizing allure for him. As events unfolded, he comprehended the unfolding situation.

The room transformed as swirling purple motes surrounded it, creating an atmosphere of temporal suspension. Colors faded, leaving a monochromatic world, and time froze suddenly.

Arthur's familiar voice rang out, "Nice to have you back." He acknowledged Sylvia and Jin woo, comfortably seated among unoccupied chairs scattered around Arthur's family.

Sylvia stood out, her aura amplified by the brilliant radiance of the golden realm heart runes. Her control over time became evident as even time itself appeared to yield to her. This was highlighted by the reciprocation of her smile, a silent acknowledgment exchanged between her lavender eyes and Arthur's.

"Bellion filled me in," Jin woo inquired, his fingers lightly tapping in thought.

Sylvia offered advice, her words gentle but concerned. "Arthur, you're strong. You don't have to take this on."

With a determined expression, Arthur declined her counsel. "I'm not strong enough. I can't even keep up with a lower-ranked asura in my current state, and I need this to clear my head," he explained, to which Sylvia eventually conceded.

Jin woo's hand found its way to Arthur's shoulder. He playfully quipped, "Time to gear up and bid farewell to your girlfriend and family." Arthur responded with an eye roll, while Sylvia let out a soft chuckle.

As quickly as it had shifted, the atmosphere reverted to its prior state, with Jin woo and Sylvia vanishing from view.

"Regis get ready." Arthur called out as he prepared to face his family.

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Within the opulent halls of the basilisk castle, Agrona's excitement was palpable, his feet swaying eagerly as his gaze settled upon the slumbering elf with hair as silver as moonlight.

His fingers danced over the intricately designed amethyst-colored artifacts, his mind playful and contemplative as he mused over the task at hand.

His sadistic inclination found amusement in the situation; a chuckle escaped his lips. He was acutely aware of Jin woo's prowess, acknowledging his strength as surpassing his own. Nevertheless, the ease with which Jin woo engaged Kezess in combat was an unexpected revelation that had even caught Agrona off guard.

"Such a pity they restrained themselves," Agrona commented with a twisted smile, his fingers activating the radiant golden artifact. A sensation of numbing dulness washed over him, and his eyes transformed into vacant pools of lavender, a blank canvas ready to be painted upon.

The intricate process commenced—a delicate transfer of legacy into its designated vessel, orchestrated by Agrona's nefarious intentions, with his meagre aetheric insight.

His hands moved with a malevolent grace, akin to a puppeteer controlling sinister marionettes. Fingers wove intricate patterns, attempting to align the delicate strands of purple aether, yet suddenly his body went rigid, freezing in place.

The obsidian void surrounding him fractured, giving way to a breathtaking expanse of golden stars, seamlessly blending into the celestial canvas of the night sky. Agrona's grip on control wavered, a sensation of faltering dominance, yet he remained within the mental scape, defying the typical departure that would have ensued.

Before him, an unassuming chair stood, its simplicity a stark contrast to the significance of the figure who occupied it. Seated in that chair was a youthful man, his appearance marked by the ethereal allure of his slightly cascading hair, reminiscent of shimmering pearls that continuously shifted in hue, creating a mesmerizing illusion of color. His attire exuded an air of pristine elegance, a blend of crisp white and black, mirroring the dichotomy within his presence.

The man's eyes held an aura of enigmatic power, their sclera a captivating shade of gray, akin to twin orbs of cosmic genesis. From beneath the curtain of his hair, his gaze bore down upon Agrona with a compelling intensity, a silent but potent force that seemed to pierce through the very fabric of reality itself.

"Take a seat," his voice resonated, as creation bended to accommodate his will. Agrona found himself seated, compelled by the unseen force that carried the words.

".."

Agrona's mind fell into an abyss of wordless emptiness, his thoughts rendered mute as his body obeyed the newfound compulsion to remain silent unless directly addressed. This presence before him was unlike any he had ever encountered, an overwhelming surge of power radiating from the figure that eclipsed any existence he had crossed paths with before.

"Venturing into realms that lie beyond your dominion... My creations often exceed their boundaries," his voice shifted, resonating with a hollow timbre that sent shivers down the spine.

"Take it, the soul you desired," the entity's words dripped with disdain, and with a dismissive flick of his hand, a twinkling golden orb was cast towards Agrona, treated as if it were nothing more than discarded refuse. In an instant, Agrona found himself transported away from the dimension, a swift exit from the entity's presence. Frustration emanated palpably from the entity, as it remained confined within the confines of its restrictive domain.

Countless eternities had passed, each one layered atop the other in an endless procession, since the spears of the rulers had impaled his form, utilizing the very powers he once wielded.

The notion was convoluted, so casually dismissed that he failed to recognize how it had sown the seeds of his eventual downfall, leading him to underestimate the entities he had perceived as mere players upon a stage.

Now, in this waning realm, it was the sole repository for the scant remnants of his shattered soul.

An intriguing interruption punctuated the somber solitude. A visitor from a distant planet, nestled in the far reaches of the universe, graced his domain. Delving into Agrona mind, his memories unfolded like ancient scrolls within his mind, and his eyes widened with a flicker of recognition.

"Ashborn," he muttered, disbelief tinged with a thread of realization. Cloaked in the facade of a human body, there stood his progeny, his most potent creation, a force that rivaled even his own power.

A rare laugh escaped his lips, a moment of respite within his tortured existence. The notion seemed audacious, almost absurd, yet the possibility lingered like a tantalizing whisper.

With a graceful gesture, he extended his hand, and like conjured marionettes, an image of Agrone and Kezess materialized upon his palm. His very aura shimmered in a radiant golden dance around his form, while a silver crown, seemingly bestowed from celestial heights, hovered above his head.

"Indeed, these two shall serve as exquisite marionettes," he declared with a sinister glint in his eyes.