Episode 9: Shackles of Judgment / Chapter 159: Awl (2)
TL: emptycube / ED: Oer
She felt cold all of a sudden.
She couldnât feel her toes.
Blaze!
White flames erupted from her feet.
Psssh.
However, they werenât able to endure for long.
She felt ticklish all of a sudden.
Her back started feeling ticklish, then her palms as well. She wanted to rip her flesh out.
Still, Flame-Rain stood with her sword drawn, unmoving.
Blaze.
Instead, flames burned on her hands and down her back.
Psssh.
They soon went out as well.
Flame-Rain couldnât see anything. She only saw the reddish-brown miasma flowing around her. No, she thought she saw it, but when she looked again, it seemed like black dark matter.
She lost her sense of time. She felt like she was only caught moments ago, but thinking about it again, she felt that she might have been here all her life.
She was dizzy.
However, the âFlame-Rainâs Gloryâ in her hand didnât waver in the slightest. The tip of her sword took aim in front of her, and her unblinking eyes looked forward.
âItâs eating away at me.â
The monster was avoiding a direct battle with Flame-Rain and, instead, chose to slowly kill her. Covering her senses, it suffocated her like a snake constricting the neck of its prey. It was slowly exhausting her and gradually making her fall into despair.
âBut its fangs are weakâŠâ
This was how she figured out that it wasnât yet complete.
It was probably because they forcefully awakened an underdeveloped monster. At least for now, it was certain that it couldnât display its full power. If it possessed power befitting a âdemise-ranked monsterâ, there was no reason for it to exhaust Flame-Rain to death like this.
Completely hiding its body, it faced Flame-Rain with the safest and most certain method.
âThe problem is that, even knowing that the monster isnât complete⊠Thereâs nothing I can do.â
She smiled bitterly. Suddenly, she couldnât breathe, as though she was choking. It was the monsterâs pressure.
Blaze!
âHaaaâŠâ
Only after breathing in the flames blazing from âFlame-Rainâs Gloryâ could she breathe again.
She couldnât relax for an instant. All she could do was endure with all her strength. Without being able to counterattack, she was steadily becoming exhausted.
âIf I could clear away this miasma for a moment⊠If I could figure out its locationâŠ!â
She thought about the conditions required to overcome this situation, but they were all impossible. Her current strength was insufficient, and her subordinates were being pushed back. This might very well be her last battle.
âNo. No.â
Blaze!
Flame-Rain burned away the despair that had covertly entered her heart. Her eyes shined once again.
âI wonât lose.â
Her eyes blazed. Psssck. They blazed again as soon as they were put out.
She stared at the unwavering reddish-brown miasma with her blazing eyes.
**
Drip.
Flame-Rain jolted back to her senses when she felt a cold raindrop seep down her nape.
She suddenly heard the sounds of a rain shower.
âWh-What?â
Splash. Splash.
Cold water submerged her feet. The pouring rain flowed down her body. She shivered.
âRain? Why rain? âŠAh!â
Taken aback by this sudden situation, Flame-Rain jolted to her senses when she attempted to wipe away the rain dripping down to her nose and mouth.
Blaze!
âFlame-Rainâs Gloryâ spewed flames. Against the white flames, the pouring shower was swept away. She was still within the darkness, a world covered with reddish-brown miasma.
âWhewâŠâ
She let out a sigh of a relief. If she had moved her sword for even an instant or if she had taken her hand off her sword to wipe the rain away, she might have received a fatal blow.
Just then, she heard a voice from somewhere.
{⊠Itâs useless⊠No need to feel⊠depressedâŠ}
Frowning, Flame Rain was about to stare out into the darkness after coming to her senses when she suddenly let out a suppressed groan.
âHeukâŠ!â
She desperately hid her agitation as she tried her best to keep her sword in position.
She had noticed something when she was about to stare into the darkness. She couldnât see out of her left eye. The moment she had been dazed by the monster, it had devoured her eye.
Her throat was blocked by a sudden dread.
Blaze. Blaze.
âFlame-Rainâs Gloryâ erupted into flames again, but the monster didnât stay put either.
Pssh. Pshhh.
The flames kept dying out like fire being lit on damp firewood. Only the acrid smoke filled her chest.
âGet it together. Get it together. Itâs okay.â
She tried her best to deny it, but fear devoured her, gradually growing larger.
How much time had passed? Perhaps the warriors, who had rushed all the way here for her, had already been annihilated. Even if she beat this monster, was her fate to inevitably die?
âNo. Get it together.â
She wanted to slap her cheeks if she could, but she couldnât show even the slightest opening. Fear permeated her heart, making it heavier.
It was hard.
If this monster was as strong as the demise-ranked monster that had killed her father, then everything would have already ended without her having to suffer so much.
It might have been easier thenâŠ
This monster was slightly stronger than her, and because of this small difference, she couldnât overturn her current disadvantageous situation. This made it even more agonizing.
âHa!â
With a shout, âFlame-Rainâs Gloryâ cut through the reddish-brown miasma.
Pwaaack!
The flames following her swing ferociously ripped and burned the space around it. However, even beyond it, she was still within the reddish-brown miasma.
While her flames were brilliant, she had taken another loss.
TsssâŠ
The tip of her left pinky turned into ash and scattered.
It had attacked again using the moment her heart wavered. She was lucky to have noticed it when she did or she might have lost her hand instead of just her left pinky joint.
âErrkâŠâ
Flame-Rain pondered while gritting her teeth. What would be better: calmly and tenaciously fighting like she had been until now or struggling without looking back?
Thinking logically, there was a better chance of winning if she endured persistently. Waiting for an opportunity, enduring until the monster slipped up.
However, what troubled her was that, if she did drag the fight on, the warriors who had come for her might be annihilated.
A long silence continued in the darkness. Like a revolving lantern, she recalled her past. Her childhood, youthhood, and even the time she was alone after becoming a warrior.
The rookie warrior she had discovered then.
At first, she was sorry for the things the alliance had done to his homeland, and later, his figure overcoming those perilous trials despite being so weak grabbed her attention. When he created a âWeapon of Vowâ despite being a middle-ranked warrior, she was unable to sleep. The fact that an outstanding warrior could be born from a weak species that the alliance had disregarded was proven by Choi Hyuk alone.
He had proven that the current alliance was wrong and walked a path to change the alliance. It felt like she had finally gotten a comrade to walk the path she had been walking alone until now.
How⊠wonderful that was.
When she thought of Choi Hyuk, her heart became stronger for some reason.
She recalled how he habitually fought reckless battles and won. While Choi Hyuk had a âWeapon of Vowâ, she possessed a âWeapon of Conclusionâ. While he was talented, she was the daughter of the man known as the strongest warrior in history.
Looking back at her current disadvantageous situation, it was no different from the countless trials he and she had been through.
Blaze. Her flames erupted more violently.
âHaha.â
As she came to a decision, her heart lightened.
âI was soft.â
She had been riding on the tigerâs back since the beginning.
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She had already cast the dice the moment she dragged other warriors into this. Although she was scared that they would die due to her failure, from the start, they had gathered here prepared to die. That was also why she had called for them.
To worry knowing this, how absurd.
Her real opponent wasnât this simple monster. It was the alliance, which itself was a monster that had become too bloated. Wasnât her ambition to face off against that?
To be scared in a place like this, it was undoubtedly absurd.
âDo whatever you wantâŠ! Iâll burn it all.â
Blaaze!
TtssâŠ!
White flames violently surged from her body. The reddish-brown miasma continuously put them out, but Flame-Rain didnât stop and continued to emit flames.
She changed her tactic. She would shave off its flesh even if it meant giving up her bones.
âFlame-Rainâs Gloryâ, which had only been keeping the darkness in check until now, acted first.
Slowly at first, then becoming faster and faster, Flame-Rain danced.
Her sword sliced the world horizontally then again vertically.
âMy fate is glory. However, my glory has yet to begin!â
Flame-Rainâs body blazed with flames.
That moment, as if it had been waiting for this, the monster began devouring her piece by piece.
First, her smooth calf, her round shoulder, soft cheek, then glossy hair. It ate them one after another.
Flame-Rainâs body kept disappearing. Her sword didnât even touch the monster.
âJust onceâŠâ
Flame-Rain gave up on thinking. She focused entirely on her sword. As she ripped apart the space around her, she hoped to find its trace!
However, even her hand had disappeared at some point.
The last thing Flame-Rain saw was the darkness.
Then she saw a single sword erasing this darkness.
The reddish-brown miasma, which she couldnât burn no matter what she did, was erased horizontally as if rubbed by an eraser.
Through the erased miasma, the figures of Choi Hyuk and a monster, which looked like a thirteen-year-old boy, were revealed. The monster was glaring at the new perpetrator, Choi Hyuk. However, Choi Hyuk wasnât very interested in it.
âFlame-Rain?â
He quickly examined the inside of the reddish-brown miasma, but he couldnât find Flame-Rain. Instead, he felt a murderous intent that made his heart tighten.
â⊠This is troublesome.â
The demise-ranked monster that looked like a boy was targeting Choi Hyuk.
**
âDark-Sound had ordered the Berserkers to completely colonize the Shapley and Laniakea Superclusters. However, since the Berserkers are an independent troop, how we go about completing this mission is up to us, right? âKnowing that a Kahur Kabkun housing a demise-ranked monster is near us is like an itch at the back of our heads. We canât proceed without subjugating it. So we determined that we can only complete Dark-Soundâs mission perfectly after we deal with that demise-ranked monster first.â There you go. Good enough?â
â⊠Yes.â
Choi Hyuk had made up this excuse since Baek Seoin told him he needed at least one to go off and help Flame-Rain before following after her.
The situation on the battlefield wasnât good by the time he arrived there.
The demise-ranked monster, which had yet to be born, had already awakened, and Flame-Rain was trapped in its reddish-brown miasma for two hours.
Due to the unexpected progress of the battle, the warriors who had gathered for Flame-Rain were agitated. Still, they couldnât retreat without knowing whether Flame-Rain was alive or not so they continued to fight nervously.
Choi Hyuk wanted to save Flame-Rain no matter what.
Thinking about how she was assigned to another dangerous mission after barely surviving her last and about how she might truly die this time, his body moved instinctively.
âAgain? Again? Will someone die regrettably again?â
Like Richard? Like Jung Minji? Although it wasnât like he directly thought about them, the reason why his chest felt tight was probably because he had experienced their deaths.
Also, since it was Flame-Rain, he couldnât just wait and see.
However, he couldnât help but let out a sigh as soon as he looked around the reddish-brown miasma she was trapped in.
There was nothing he could do.
Even with the accumulation of experience from the previous fight and the wars he partook in afterwards, as a high-ranked warrior, there was nothing he could do. His body stiffened just from looking at it.
âAs expected⊠Itâs strong.â
He knew that his fate ânever losing and slashing without failâ was only starting to be put to the test and was too weak to face the monster known as âcollapseâ.
He was well aware that, even if his nature was to enjoy fights, his outstanding talent allowed him to know the sheer difference between him and his enemy. What Choi Hyuk always possessed was âconfidenceâ, not âarroganceâ. Also, his opponent this time was one he wasnât âconfidentâ in beating. Despite knowing this, Choi Hyuk still came here.
âFlame-Rain⊠At least say something.â
But the reason why he came was because he believed in his sword skill called the âFirst Swordâ. While Choi Hyuk didnât possess the ability to create an opening on his own, if Flame-Rain could create an opportunity, then he might be able to properly assist her.
âAn opportunity⊠Just a momentâs opportunity.â
From then on, Choi Hyuk didnât blink.
Even though the Berserkers who had followed him here had joined the other troops and were fighting intensely, Choi Hyuk observed the distant reddish-brown miasma.
Holding âChoi Hyukâs Imprintâ, he gulped down the impatience and nervousness that arrived at his heart one by one.
That moment, Flame-Rain changed her mindset and began struggling with all her might, and the reddish-brown miasma, which appeared to be impregnable, began to ripple. Weak points began to appear.
âFlame-Rain!â
Choi Hyuk, who had been standing still like a rock, waiting for an opening, realized that this was his opportunity.
The nervousness, restlessness, rage, and memories he had swallowed exploded at once. Like a universe being created after a big bang, it erased everything.
Choi Hyuk called this sword strike the âFirst Swordâ.
Even sound disappeared with a deafening boom.
Tu-! âŠ!
Like its name implied, âFirst Swordâ erased everything.
The space between Choi Hyuk and the reddish-brown miasma in the distance as well as the reddish-brown miasma itself.
Following the swing of Choi Hyukâs sword, history itself was erased and only the mark of his sword was recorded as the first and last entry. His sword demolished everything in existence in order to become the first.
Since the space between Choi Hyuk and the miasma had been erased, Choi Hyuk was standing in the middle of the miasma, and because the miasma was erased in a horizontal line, he caught a glimpse of the demise-ranked monster that had been inside.
âFlame-Rain?â
However, he didnât see Flame-Rain.
Only the ill-tempered demise-ranked monsterâs murderous intent tightened powerfully around him.
Since he had put everything into his âFirst Swordâ, he didnât have the strength to avoid its attack.
{⊠Foolish⊠DeathâŠ}
The monster, whose appearance was that of a thirteen-year-old boy, said unpleasantly as it slowly raised its hand at Choi Hyuk. Choi Hyuk squeezed all his remaining karma to try to avoid its attack somehow.
Slice.
That moment, something flashed past the monsterâs neck.
{⊠Huh�}
Before the monster could say anything-
Blaaze!
White flames completely burned its sliced head and body.
The monsterâs small figure had been revealed due to Choi Hyukâs sword.
And, the moment the monsterâs attention was focused on Choi Hyuk, what cut its head off was âFlame-Rainâs Gloryâ which had been waiting for this opportunity.
ââŠFlame-Rain?â
At first, Choi Hyuk didnât see her. All he saw was a single sword.
However, soon, her tattered figure materialized starting from the sword handle.
Although she was missing an eye and her body was cut and ripped in various places, she was alive. She had only fainted.
Karma was shapeless.
Focusing all her concentration on her sword, she had assimilated with it. Then, like how the monster had hidden itself, she too hid her traces within her sword and, supported by Choi Hyukâs intrusion, launched a surprise attack on the monster.
That was how Flame-Rain and Choi Hyuk became âdemise-ranked monster killersâ.
The meaning behind this great accomplishment was beyond their expectations.
While she might be known as an eccentric despite being the Flame Wing Tribeâs princess, Flame-Rain, who was a transcendent warrior, hadnât been able to obtain military distinction.
While he was a genius who created a Weapon of Vow despite only being a middle-ranked warrior at the time, Choi Hyuk was undervalued as he was of a weak species from a planet on the border.
In this moment, they had finally come out from the behind the curtains.
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Riding on the tigerâs back â The moment you got off the tigerâs back, it would eat you. Basically, there was no turning back.
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