Reincarnated With Three Unique Skills

The sky shook, and the earth trembled beneath the sheer might of the Nebula Dominators.

Despite their efforts to restrain their power, the Kievan Continent was still on the brink of catastrophe.

Mountains cracked.

Rivers changed course.

The very land twisted under the force of battle.

In the distance, ordinary people could only stare in terror toward the source of this unimaginable destruction.

Some fell to their knees, unable to stand against the shaking ground.

Others clung desperately to trees, rocks, or whatever they could grasp—

As if holding onto the world itself.

Their hearts pounded in their chests.

Would their homes survive?

Would they survive?

None of them knew.

And that fear of the unknown was the most terrifying of all.

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Morgana stood tall, her form shifting between her beautiful illusion and the grotesque, withered hag beneath. The darkness coiled around her like a living entity, its tendrils coiling into the air, corrupting everything they touched.

She grinned wickedly at Aengus, her eerie laughter echoing through the battlefield.

"You truly don't understand, do you?" she taunted. "Your strikes are meaningless. As long as darkness exists, I exist. You can kill my body, but my essence… my Law is eternal!"

Her words slithered through the air like a curse.

Vansing, still gripping his golden sword, gritted his teeth in fury. "Damn witch!" he spat. "If what she says is true… she really is unkillable?"

The other Nebula Dominators engaed with their own enemies exchanged uneasy glances. They had fought for centuries, mastering their Laws to the highest level, but still couldn't reach the state Morgana had reached.

"She's merged with the Law of Darkness itself…" Sulman muttered grimly. "If she's telling the truth, then no matter how many times we kill her, she'll just keep coming back. And it will not before long she becomes a higher powerhouse. Then we Won't be able to nothing to her."

Morgana sneered. "That's right," she glated. "But since I'm in a good mood, I'll make you all a deal—"

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Aengus vanished.

In the same instant—

"BANG!"

His spear pierced straight through her chest, the black and white energy seething around the blade like a devouring abyss.

Morgana gasped, staggering backward.

But her shock lasted only a moment before she chuckled. "Foolish brat," she whispered, gripping the spear with a deathly grin.

Darkness surged around the wound, sealing it within seconds. The black liquid pulsed as her body restored itself as if nothing had happened.

Aengus didn't flinch, as he had something planned beforehand.

"Null Domain," he murmured, creating his own artificial domain using Monarch Of Void.

The domain however is not as effective and wide like others.

But it was enough for to turn the tide of the battle.

Instantly, a formless wave of energy expanded outward.

Everything within the range trembled. Even the darkness Law around them shuddered.

And then the darkness entities began to fade, as if never existed.

Morgana's expression twisted into one of shock.

"WHAT?!" she shrieked. "What is this Creature?!"

The five protectors and the three old men who had come to aid Aengus all gasped in realization.

"That energy… It's not being devoured the darkness. Instead, It's nullifying it!" Gimbel muttered, eyes wide.

The Law of Darkness—something abnormal, something unchallenged for centuries—was being erased right before their eyes.

Morgana trembled, stepping back for the first time.

"N-No…" she stuttered. "This isn't possible. No one can destroy a Law! Laws are the very foundation of reality!"

Aengus' dark eyes burned coldly as he took a step forward.

"You said that as long as darkness exists, you will exist?" he repeated.

Morgana bared her teeth. "Yes! The world will always have darkness, and I am that darkness! You cannot erase what is eternal!"

Aengus' grip on his spear tightened, his eyes undeterred.

"Then I'll erase that eternity."

He lifted his spear, and the Void energy around the spearhead pulsated once more

The spear descended onto the ground.

And the moment it struck—

"CRACK!"

A great, deafening shatter echoed through the battlefield.

Morgana let out a piercing scream as the Law of Darkness itself began to collapse around her because of the Void energy.

The shadows around her twisted violently, their essence devouring like thread being pulled from a fabric.

"NO! THIS IS IMPOSSIBLE!" she screeched, her body flickering in and out of existence.

The sky, once covered in dark clouds, brightened.

The suffocating aura of despair—vanished.

Her Nebula Dominator allies—The Head Law Enforcers and the betrayers, all collapsed, their connection to the Law shattered, their power plummeting.

Morgana clawed at the air desperately, her once-beautiful illusion crumbling completely. The hag's true form, grotesque and deformed, was all that remained.

"HOW?!" she screeched, eyes burning with hatred. "WHAT KIND OF MONSTER ARE YOU?!"

Aengus stared down at her, without symbol of pity.

"I don't follow the rules, as I am the... MONARCH OF VOID!" he said simply.

Then he plunged his spear through her skull.

Then there was nothing. Morgana was being Devoured.

Her body.

Her soul.

Her Law.

All of it her was Devoured.

With that silence fell upon the battlefield.

The Protectors, however, didn't want to miss this chance.

The four Head Law Enforcers and the three traitors lay weakly nearby.

They needed to finish them before It's too late.

But none of the Protectors wanted to step into the terrifying domain set up their Emperor, where laws were rendered useless.

Aengus, sensing their hesitation, spoke calmly from a distance.

"Don't worry, I'll finish them off."

The Protectors nodded.

"That would be for the best, Your Majesty," one of them agreed.

Aengus was about to devour them all.

"No! Please!"

Vansing suddenly stepped forward and knelt.

"Let me take their lives with my own hands, Your Majesty," Vansing pleaded, his voice firm. "I want to personally kill the traitors who betrayed my father."

Before Aengus could respond, Myria arrived.

Her figure was drenched in blood from the battles she had fought, yet she still carried the aura of a Queen of Death.

Bella followed closely behind. Unlike Myria, she was untouched by the battle—her figure serene and pristine, without a speck of dust.

Aengus glanced at Vansing and Myria, then grinned.

"Sure," he said with a grin."You can kill them… but don't waste my meal."

Vansing swallowed hard. "Ah, of course," he replied quickly.

Aengus then bound the traitors with restrictions and dragged them to his feet.

Then, Vansing held the Heaven-grade sword and began slicing off their heads, as if venting years of resentment from his heart.

"Slice!"

"This is for my father!" He roared.

"Slash!"

"This is for my mother!"

"Bang! Splash!"

"And this is for the torment you inflicted on us through your deception!"

One of the three traitors, his eyes etched with despair, muttered resentfully, "We are not alone. They will avenge us."

He spoke like a cornered beast, especially while glaring at Aengus.

Aengus grinned. "I know. Thank you for telling me, though!"

"Buzz!"

With that, Aengus devoured them from reality, while Vansing and Myria broke into tears.