novelzi Chapter 470 Tiredness
Chapter 470 Tiredness
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Dante knelt, his impassive hands gripping Morrigan's empty body. His mind had been consumed by his demons, and now... her body was nothing but a vessel without a soul, the immortal form of a goddess of the end, lifeless and of no use.
The weight of the woman meant nothing to him; she was just another broken piece in his game, a sacrifice for the lesson he sought to teach.
He lifted her effortlessly, her body limp and inert, the expression of pain and despair still etched on her face.
The golden light that surrounded him intensified, making the scene around them distort once again, disintegrating space into a dizzying spiral of color and void.
With an almost imperceptible movement, Dante began to walk toward the edge of that abyss of nightmares. The world around him seemed to give way, space folding in on itself, while he, unchanging, carried Morrigan's corpse with him.
The distance between them and Elysium dissolved like a fleeting shadow. In an instant, they were back. The thick, heavy air of Albion enveloped them, the sky, once clear and vibrant, now tinged with red, as if nature itself mourned the destruction that had unfolded.
"Disappear." Dante commanded, and the heavens obeyed his request, returning to their gentle blue hue, announcing the End.
The silence in the realm was profound, disturbing. The thunderous roar of battles had ceased, and now only the echo of a glorious past in ruins remained.
The palace, once towering in all its splendor, was now reduced to rubble, its towers collapsed and its walls cracked, as if the very heart of the earth had been torn away.
What had once been a symbol of power was now a monument to decay and the end.
Dante gazed at the wreckage around him, his gaze cold and impassive. He felt no loss. No compassion. All of this had been necessary. Morrigan, like so many others, was a page turned in his story, and he had no time for regrets.
With a weak gesture, he raised his hand and tried to open the Hell portal, his magic trembling, wavering. He knew he needed his wives, who had been left in Hell during the conflict, but the effort to summon the portal was greater than he had anticipated. The energy he had mentioned spending to restore the kingdom had drained him in a way he had never experienced.
The air around him began to ripple as the infernal energies concentrated in his hand, but the portal opened slowly, as if resisting his will. The darkness of Hell was there, but the strength to pull it back with the same speed as before seemed beyond his reach. He pressed harder, his fingers clutching at the air, trying his best to invoke what remained of his power, but the energies dissipated without enough force.
"Damn..." Dante murmured to himself, frustration evident in his voice. But then, something made him stop for a moment. His gaze intensified, fixing on the emptiness ahead, where an unusual sensation began to form. Two penetrating gazes, ones he knew well, watched him with silent curiosity. He felt their pressure as if they were there, invisible, waiting for the right moment.
"If you're going to keep staring at me like that, why don't you come down here and let's talk? You bastards." Dante spoke with disdain, challenging the silhouettes in the sky with an acidic tone in his voice. He knew he was being watched, and there was no patience in his words.
A soft laugh echoed, followed by a feminine voice Dante didn't want to hear again.
"Hm... it seems you really did regain your authority, young Dragon God." The White Administrator's voice sounded, gentle, but with a tone of curiosity that only heightened his irritation.
"Well, considering how much power he stole from others, it's clear he'd come back." The Black Administrator's masculine voice joined in, laden with a sarcastic tone. His silhouette began to form in the darkness, barely visible, but the presence was palpable.
Dante grumbled and leaned back on the bench, trying to relax as his energy gradually restored. "Ah, seriously... both of them can go fuck themselves." He shook his head, as if trying to rid himself of the frustration their presence brought. Even with his exhaustion, irritation seemed to be the only thing keeping him in control.
"Where was all that attitude, huh?" The Black Administrator said, his voice emerging from the darkness, accompanied by a disturbing white smile that cut through the shadows.
"Ah, the playground sector you used? Please, stop with that crap." Dante retorted with a scornful grin. The memory of that sector, how the high beings played with the lives there, deeply bothered him. He had no patience left for their dirty games.
The White Administrator simply watched, unhurried, her presence like a silent fog. The Black Administrator, on the other hand, seemed to be enjoying the tension, Dante's words only feeding the game.
"Let's talk. Azi Dahaka," The Administrators said together.