Jauh di dalam pelukan bayangan, Sunny sedang terkoyak saat dia mencabik-cabik Anvil. Keduanya saling menghancurkan, sama-sama acuh terhadap rasa sakit jiwa mereka yang terurai. Namun, ketidakacuhan yang satu berbeda dari yang lain. Anvil tidak peduli tentang apa pun, sementara Sunny terlalu peduli untuk membunuhnya sehingga rasa sakit itu tidak mengganggunya. 'Matilah, matilah...' Dia akan tertawa jika dia memiliki mulut yang bisa tertawa, tetapi meskipun bentuknya yang tak berbentuk memiliki seratus mulut, semuanya bisu. Tidak ada suara di dunia bayangan, hanya keheningan. 'Matilah!' Dia merobek zirah Anvil dan melukai jiwanya, tenggelam dalam penderitaan dan kegembiraan gelap... tetapi seberapa pun Sunny menyerahkan dirinya pada hiruk-pikuk pertempuran, pikirannya tetap dingin dan tenang seperti danau yang tenang. Bahkan saat pedang Raja memotongnya, dia dengan tenang menghitung bagaimana cara membunuh Raja Pedang. Sunny memiliki kecurigaan bahwa Anvil berbicara tentang menempa Nephis menjadi pedang yang sempurna karena suatu alasan. Kemungkinan besar itu adalah pandangan sekilas yang sebenarnya ke dalam pikirannya yang terpelintir, tetapi pada saat yang sama, Sunny tidak akan menaruh di luar dugaan Sovereign yang licik itu telah mengatakannya dengan lantang untuk merusak ketenangannya. Jika demikian, itu telah menjadi bumerang yang spektakuler... Tetapi bahkan begitu, semakin Sunny menghitung peluang, semakin dingin perasaannya. Karena dia tidak melihat kemungkinan untuk menang. Anvil... terlalu tiran, Will-nya terlalu tajam sebagai senjata. Bahkan saat jiwanya sedang terkoyak, Anvil semakin terbiasa bertarung di dunia bayangan. Dan saat mereka jatuh semakin dalam ke hamparan Fragment Shadow Realm yang tak bercahaya, rune merah marah menyala di zirah hitamnya, menyebabkan bayangan beriak dan terbelah. Anvil membuka mulutnya, dan melawan semua hukum, keheningan jurang yang tak bercahaya itu dipecahkan oleh sebuah suara. "Cukup." Meraih bentuk Sunless Anvil yang tak berbentuk dengan satu tangan, dia mengangkat pedangnya dan menghunuskannya... memotong bayangan itu sendiri dengan bilahnya. Saat berikutnya, Sunny terlempar dengan keras kembali ke dunia material. Dia berguling di atas tulang yang pecah, mengerang saat tubuhnya yang babak belur menghantam tanah. Saat dia bangkit berdiri, Anvil sudah melangkah keluar dari bayangan yang terpotong. Zirahnya utuh, dan jubah vermilionnya bergerak lamban tertiup angin. Meskipun Sunny tahu bahwa jiwa musuhnya menerima luka yang mengerikan, secara lahiriah, Anvil tampak sama sekali tidak terluka. 'Ah... bajingan busuk itu...' Medan perang telah berubah saat mereka bergumul dalam bayangan. Medan perang yang retak itu hancur, asap dan cahaya putih marah muncul dari retakan tajam di permukaannya. Hollows di bawah adalah lautan bara dan api. Jauh di sana... 'Apa... apaan itu?' Sesosok raksasa menjulang di atas dataran tulang, bentuknya yang samar-samar feminin baik mengerikan maupun indah secara aneh. Kilatan cahaya putih menerangi makhluk yang menjulang tinggi itu, dan hanya itu yang sempat dilihat Sunny, karena pedang Anvil bersiul melewati lehernya. Dia akan dipenggal jika dia bereaksi sepersekian detik kemudian. Sunny tersentak mundur dan menangkis pukulan berikutnya dengan odachi-nya, meringis di bawah Topeng Weaver saat jiwanya yang compang-camping berdenyut kesakitan. Anvil tersenyum dingin. "Duniamu, ya? Tempat yang suram..." Dia tiba-tiba hanya selangkah lagi, memukul pedang Sunny ke samping. Saat berikutnya, Anvil menendangnya dengan kekuatan yang menghancurkan, mengirim Sunny terbang mundur puluhan meter. Dia menghantam permukaan tulang, memantul seperti kerikil, dan meluncur puluhan meter lagi. Sunny melompat berdiri hampir seketika, tetapi saat dia mendapatkan kembali keseimbangannya, Anvil sudah di hadapannya. Pedang mengerikan itu membelah udara. "Aku harus memujimu, bagaimanapun juga... semangat seperti itu! Aku benar-benar kesakitan." Sunny menghindar dan mencoba memberikan pukulannya sendiri, tetapi Anvil menghindarinya dengan langkah mudah dan berbicara dengan tenang, ancaman dingin tersembunyi di suara dinginnya: "...Apa yang akan kita lakukan tentang itu?" 'Kenapa kau banyak bicara?' Sunny tertawa. "Aku dengar mati adalah obat yang bagus untuk rasa sakit, Raja Pedang. Ayo lakukan itu." Anvil tersenyum gelap. "Masih kurang ajar, kulihat..." Dengan itu, pedangnya menyambar, tiba-tiba meliputi seluruh dunia. Kali ini, Sunny tidak bisa melarikan diri. Pedang terkutuk itu tampak menusuk esensinya, memotong keberaniannya. Tiba-tiba, Sunny merasakan teror mencengkeram hatinya. Serangan berikutnya memotong tekadnya, dan Sunny terhuyung, tiba-tiba tidak yakin mengapa dia masih melawan hal yang tak terhindarkan. Serangan ketiga memotong harapannya, dan pada saat itu, Sunny tahu bahwa dia tidak punya peluang. Apa yang dia pikirkan? Seorang Saint biasa tidak bisa mengalahkan Sovereign. Itu mustahil. Serpent tiba-tiba terasa berat dan canggung di tangannya, dan rasa sakitnya — baik fisik maupun mental — menjadi luar biasa. Dia mengerang. Serangan keempat memotong niat membunuhnya... Atau lebih tepatnya, mencoba melakukannya. Sebagai gantinya, bilah terkutuk itu berhenti dengan mencicit dan memantul kembali, gagal menghancurkan targetnya. Penuh teror, keraguan, dan keputusasaan, Sunny mengambil langkah goyah dan menatap sosok Raja yang menjulang tinggi. Tangannya gemetar. ...Namun, dia memaksa dirinya untuk tersenyum meskipun ketakutan, keraguan, dan keputusasaan telah menguasai hatinya. 'Aku akan membunuhnya... Aku harus membunuhnya... Aku harus...' Suaranya yang bergetar keluar dari balik topeng yang menakutkan: "Apakah kau siap untuk mati?" Apakah dia siap? Anvil menggelengkan kepalanya. "Betapa keras kepala." Serangan kelima memotong ruang itu sendiri. 'Apa...' Ruang itu tiba-tiba berubah. Tampaknya bahkan Anvil tidak bisa menghancurkan Fragment Shadow Realm, tetapi sebagai pengrajin yang inovatif, dia menemukan cara untuk memindahkan sebagian darinya. Ada kegelapan di belakang mereka, dan ada kegelapan di depan mereka... tetapi di ruang tempat Sunny dan Anvil berdiri, cahaya yang keras dari langit yang mendung mengalir dari atas, dan panas yang akrab menyelimuti mereka seperti tabir yang menyesakkan. Sunny dibutakan oleh cahaya. Dia juga dirampas kekuatan yang telah diberikan kepadanya oleh Fragment Shadow Realm, dan kehilangan koneksi ke elemen sumber yang memberi makan dia. Serangan keenam cukup biasa, menembus perutnya dan melemparkan Sunny ke lututnya. Menarik pedangnya kembali, Anvil menatapnya dengan ekspresi dingin dan berkata dengan nada acuh tak acuh... "Beristirahatlah dengan tenang, Lord of Shadows." Bilah terkutuk itu jatuh.
Chapter 2244: Serangan Ketujuh
Deep in the embrace of shadows, Sunny was being cut apart as he was tearing Anvil apart. The two of them were destroying each other, both indifferent to the harrowing pain of their souls coming undone.
However, the indifference of one was different from the other.
Anvil did not care about anything, while Sunny cared about killing him too much to be bothered by the pain.
’Die, die...’
He would have laughed if he had a mouth capable of laughing, but while his formless shape possessed a hundred maws, all of them were mute.
There was no sound in the world of shadows, only silence.
’Die!’
He shredded Anvil’s armor and mangled his soul, drowning in agony and dark glee... but as much as Sunny abandoned himself to the fervor of battle, his mind remained cold and calm like a still lake.
Even as the King’s sword cut him, he was calmly calculating how to kill the King of Swords.
Sunny had a hint of suspicion that Anvil had rambled about forging Nephis into a flawless blade for a reason. It was most likely a true glimpse into his twisted thoughts, but at the same time, Sunny would not put it past the insidious Sovereign to have said it aloud in order to undermine his composure.
If so, it had backfired spectacularly...
But even then, the more Sunny calculated the odds, the colder he felt.
Because he saw no possibility of winning.
Anvil... was simply too tyrannical, his Will too sharp of a weapon.
Even as his soul was being torn, Anvil was growing more accustomed to fighting in the world of shadows. And as they plummeted deeper and deeper into the lightless expanse of the Shadow Realm Fragment, angry red runes ignited on his black armor, causing the shadows to ripple and part.
Anvil opened his mouth, and against all laws, the silence of the lightless abyss was broken by a sound.
"Enough."
Grasping Sunny’s shapeless form with one hand, he raised his sword and brought it down...
Cutting the very shadows with its blade.
In the next moment, Sunny was violently thrown back into the material world.
He rolled on the splintered bone, groaning as his battered body hit the ground. By the time he rose to his feet, Anvil was already stepping out of the severed shadows.
His armor was whole, and his vermilion cloak moved languidly in the wind.
Even though Sunny knew that his enemy’s soul received grievous wounds, outwardly, Anvil looked utterly unscathed.
’Ah... that rotten bastard...’
The battlefield had changed while they were struggling in the shadows. The fractured battlefield was crumbling, smoke and an angry white glow rising from the jagged cracks on its surface. The Hollows below were a sea of embers and fire. Far away...
’What... the hell is that?’
A colossal figure towered above the bone plain, its vaguely feminine shape both harrowing and eerily beautiful.
A flash of white radiance illuminated the towering creature, and that was all Sunny had time to see, since Anvil’s sword whistled past his neck.
He would have been beheaded if he had reacted a split second later.
Sunny reeled back and deflected the next blow with his odachi, grimacing under Weaver’s Mask as his tattered soul pulsed with pain.
Anvil smiled coldly.
"Your world, huh? What a dreary place..."
He was suddenly just a step away, batting Sunny’s sword to the side. In the next moment, Anvil kicked him with devastating force, sending Sunny flying dozens of meters back.
He crashed onto the surface of the bone, bounced like a pebble, and slid dozens of meters more.
Sunny jumped to his feet almost instantly, but by the time he regained his balance, Anvil was already upon him.
The dreadful sword cut the air.
"I should commend you, though... such spirit! I am actually in pain."
Sunny dodged and tried to deliver a blow of his own, but Anvil dodged it with an easy step and spoke evenly, a chilling threat hiding in his cold voice:
"...What shall we do about that?"
’Why are you talking so much?’
Sunny laughed.
"I heard dying is a good cure for pain, King of Swords. Let’s do that."
Anvil smiled darkly.
"Still insolent, I see..."
With that, his sword lashed out, suddenly encompassing the whole world.
This time, Sunny could not escape.
The cursed sword seemed to pierce his very essence, cutting his courage apart.
Suddenly, Sunny felt terror grasping his heart.
The next strike cut his determination, and Sunny staggered, suddenly unsure of why he was still resisting the inevitable.
The third strike cut his hope, and in that moment, Sunny knew that he stood no chance. What was he thinking about? A mere Saint could not defeat a Sovereign. It was impossible.
Serpent suddenly felt heavy and unwieldy in his hands, and his pain — both physical and mental — became overwhelming.
He groaned.
The fourth strike cut his killing intent...
Or rather, tried to.
Instead, the cursed blade came to a screeching halt and bounced back, failing to destroy its target.
Full of terror, hesitation, and hopelessness, Sunny took an unsteady step and looked up at the towering figure of the King. His hands trembled.
...And yet, he forced himself to smile despite the dread, doubt, and despair that had conquered his heart.
’I’ll kill him... I must kill him... I must...’
His shaking voice escaped from behind the fearsome mask:
"Are you ready to die?"
Was he ready?
Anvil shook his head.
"How stubborn."
The fifth strike cut space itself.
’What...’
The space was suddenly warped. It seemed like even Anvil could not destroy the Shadow Realm Fragment, but being the inventive craftsman that he was, he found a way to displace a part of it.
There was darkness behind them, and there was darkness in front of them... but in the space where Sunny and Anvil stood, the harsh radiance of the overcast sky poured from above, and the familiar heat enveloped them like a suffocating veil.
Sunny was blinded by the light.
He was also robbed of the power that had been bestowed upon him by the Shadow Realm Fragment, and lost connection to the source element that nourished him.
The sixth strike was quite mundane, piercing his abdomen and throwing Sunny to his knees.
Pulling his sword back, Anvil looked down at him with a cold expression and said in an indifferent tone...
"Rest in peace, Lord of Shadows."
The cursed blade fell down.
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