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*Clang!*

Leon and the Second Apostle swung their swords, the clash resounding through the throne room.

They stared at each other with sharp hostility, as if a deep hatred burned between them.

*Bang!*

Leon twisted his body and landed a powerful kick to the Second Apostle's stomach, sending him crashing into the wall of the throne room.

"Is that all you've got? How disappointing," Leon taunted with a mocking smile.

"Ahem..." The Second Apostle coughed as he slowly rose to his feet.

Leon's kick had been so fast that the Second Apostle couldn't react in time. The force behind the blow left him with a sharp, lingering pain.

With a deep breath, he focused his gaze on Leon, then lunged forward with blinding speed. In the blink of an eye, his figure shot above Leon, twisting horizontally in midair.

*Buzz!*

The blue-black blade of his sword ignited with fiery black flames. Without hesitation, he swung it at the back of Leon's neck.

Leon sensed the danger instinctively. In a swift motion, he spun to avoid the strike, channeling his holy power into the Holy Sword of Zenith.

"Hero Technique: Phantom Slash!" Leon shouted coldly as he swung the Holy Sword of Zenith at the Second Apostle's blade.

*Boom!*

The collision of their swords unleashed a devastating explosion, shaking the throne room violently.

*Whoosh!*

A streak of black light shot out from behind Leon, heading straight for his back.

"Not good!" Leon's eyes widened in shock.

He hadn't expected a sneak attack and was deeply careless for not being more alert.

Without hesitation, he shifted to the right, but his movement was too slow.

*Schlk!*

The attack was lightning-fast, and the sword tip pierced his stomach.

The black light faded, revealing the Second Apostle, who stood behind him.

"The Fated One, you are strong, but I didn't expect you to be so careless," he mocked with a laugh.

"You..." Leon tried to speak, but the Apostle drove the sword deeper, amplifying the pain.

"My blade has struck your vital point. There's no point in resisting," he said coldly.

He withdrew the sword and thrust it again, this time aiming directly for Leon's heart.

In an instant, Leon's body froze like a statue before collapsing with a loud thud.

The Second Apostle swung his sword to the side, and the bloodstains on the blade vanished instantly.

"Though I don't understand how he could be killed so easily, this is a great victory for the Temple of Twilight," he murmured, his gaze cold and indifferent beneath his hood.

He took a deep breath, and a rare smile tugged at the corners of his lips. "Now, the Fated One has fallen, and my promise is fulfilled. She can be revived as per our agreement. I can't wait to reunite with her and live happily together."

His gaze shifted from Leon's lifeless body to the battle where his comrades were fighting Athena, Luna, and Valen. But then, something felt off.

The throne room, once a battlefield, was now eerily silent. There was no one left but him.

"What's going on? Where did everyone go?" The Second Apostle frowned, confused.

He scanned the room once more, making sure he wasn't hallucinating.

Yet, there was no sign of his comrades or the enemies they had been fighting—Athena, Luna, or Valen.

Even Velix, who had been near the throne, was gone. This sent a wave of alarm through him.

"Something's wrong!" The Second Apostle narrowed his eyes and quickly stepped back.

But his movement faltered as he noticed the strange changes around him.

The ruins of the palace wall warped before crumbling into dust.

And not just that—Leon's lifeless body, along with everything in his view, slowly disintegrated and vanished.

Moments later, an oppressive, silent darkness enveloped him.

"Damn it! What's going on?" He muttered, a mix of vigilance and confusion in his voice.

He never imagined being caught in such an inexplicable and bizarre situation.

Everything had unfolded so quickly that he couldn't react in time.

"Am I in an illusion?" he wondered silently, his mind racing.

In addition to his swordsmanship, he was skilled in creating and controlling formations. Yet, throughout his battle with Leon, he had felt no traces of magic or formations restraining him.

So how could he find himself in this situation?

*Boom!*

Just as confusion and anxiety gripped him, a sudden explosion rang out from the sky.

He quickly looked up and saw both the Miranda moon and the Sylvia moon shining brightly, surrounded by twinkling stars.

If it weren't for the tense situation, the sight would have made him think he was outside under the night sky.

*Whoosh!*

Before he could make sense of what was happening, the sea of stars above began to tremble violently, one by one losing their light.

In just minutes, only the Miranda moon, the Sylvia moon, and a large star shining at their center remained.

"This..." The Second Apostle opened his mouth, but the words caught in his throat.

The illusion felt unnervingly real, and he couldn't tell how long he'd be trapped in it.

"I need to find a way out," he muttered through clenched teeth.

The longer he stayed, the stronger the ominous feeling grew in his chest. If he didn't escape soon, he might die here.

Just as he prepared to summon his power, the two moons and the central star suddenly blazed with brilliant golden light.

The two moons gradually transformed into giant, glowing eyes.

The Second Apostle's heart raced as he stared at the giant eyes.

"What are they? Why do those eyes feel like they can see into my very soul?"

Under their gaze, he felt like an ant, helpless and ready to be crushed at any moment.

*Buzz!*

A beam of light shot out from the two giant eyes, speeding toward him.

"Not good!" The Second Apostle tried to dodge, but the light was too fast and struck him directly.

In an instant, his body stiffened—he couldn't move a single finger!

"Damn it! Damn it!" He cursed, straining with all his might to move, but it was futile.

It felt as though a massive invisible hand had gripped him, preventing even the smallest movement.

"Second Apostle, you have committed countless sins, and you deserve punishment."

An indifferent voice boomed in all directions. The Second Apostle's expression went pale beneath his hood as he recognized the voice—Leon!

"The Fated One? How is that possible? Didn't he die earlier? Was it all just a ruse?" His eyes widened in horror, unable to comprehend how this could be.

*Buzz!*

A golden sword materialized in the air. At first, there was only one, but soon it multiplied—two, five, twenty—until it reached a thousand.

They floated in the sky, the sheer number of them sending a chill through the Second Apostle.

"Now, accept your punishment."

Leon's cold voice, as sharp as a blade, rang out again. A wave of dread washed over the Second Apostle.

"What is this punishment..."

Before he could finish, the thousand swords suddenly aimed their tips at him and shot forward with blinding speed.

The air thickened with the presence of death. Overcome with fear, the Second Apostle screamed, "No!"

But his body was frozen, unable to move or dodge.

*Schlk!*

A sword drove through his stomach, and the searing pain tore through him, causing him to scream in agony. Continue reading on My Virtual Library Empire

But it didn't end there. A thousand more swords followed, piercing his waist, neck, legs, head, and lower body.

With thousands of swords piercing every side of his body, the Second Apostle wanted to scream in agony, but he couldn't.

His throat was filled with brutal, penetrating blades, destroying his vocal cords.

Being pierced by thousands of swords would kill anyone instantly, yet the Second Apostle was still alive, enduring a torment he had never imagined.

Just then, the two giant eyes in the sky and the golden star slowly faded away, replaced by a streak of light where they once were.

The light expanded rapidly until it formed a colossal golden sword, hundreds of meters tall, its sharp edge aimed directly at the Second Apostle.

Though he couldn't see it, the Second Apostle could feel the overwhelming threat of the sword.

Moments later, the giant golden blade descended, and with a thunderous boom, it shattered his body into pieces.

…

The Second Apostle's eyes snapped open, startled to find himself still alive. He looked around, spotting his comrades battling Athena, Luna, and Valen in the distance.

"Was that just a dream or an illusion? But how could it be? Those two giant eyes and the swords piercing my body felt so real," he muttered in horror.

No matter how powerful an illusion was, its pain could never surpass fifty to seventy percent of the real thing.

Yet the pain he'd experienced felt identical to reality.

At that moment, a sword blade suddenly appeared at his throat, and Leon's cold voice echoed from beside him.

"You've already lost, Second Apostle. Surrender, or you won't survive."