Dungeon of Pride, Laplace

383 Chapter 383

Yela stayed silent, her eyes closed as her beautiful white dress was painted with the colour of her blood. The scene had its own unique artistic charm to it.

DING… abruptly, the sound of a celestial bell rang out across the entire expanse of this vast world and resonated with the heartbeats of millions of people of the empire.

The sound of the bell was heavy and profound but what was more incredulous than that was the fact that the entire night sky at this moment seemed to be painted a colour of gold. That was not all, the huge avatar of the angel behind Yela as if spurred by an unknown power, continued to grow big until it dwarfed even the enormous hand coming out of the tear.

A heavy pressure so palpable and frightening that Simon had even difficulty breathing descended onto the land. This kind of pressure made even the powerful Ancient Titan Treant seem like an ant.

Fortunately, for him, he was inside the Historia and not present physically there or else no matter how many lives he had, it wouldn't be enough to survive the aftershock from their attacks.

While he was thinking all that, he heard the voice coming from the tear which seemed to be a little fearful now.

"That can't be… you are clearly afflicted by my most powerful poison so you shouldn't be able to use that much power. You… did you just ignite your soul along with your Ancient Symbol?".

Yela did not answer but from her silence and that abrupt power capable enough to change the phenomenon of the world, was proof enough that she had done just that.

"Evil cannot be allowed to roam freely. You shall now face your punishment Atrocity" Yela yelled out loud, her entire body started shining brighter and brighter and looked just like a star shining with one last brilliance before dying out.

There was no way she could use her entire strength with her being afflicted with the world decaying curse poison. Therefore to stop the Atrocity from destroying the entire empire she had no other choice but to ignite her soul the core of her powers.

Burning her soul and the ancient symbol on her body bestowed by her master, meant burning her life too. It might be a last resort but doing so, gave Yela so much power that stopping the Atrocity seemed no logger impossible now.

"Your sins for killing millions of innocent life will be judged. Get purged by the light that judges all Mutation Magic- [Cherubim Descent].

BOOOM… the light from the golden sky started shining on the huge angel with four pairs of wings and in front astonished eyes of Simon and the being inside the tear, the angel finally opened its eyes.

The moment it opened its eyes, the pressure on the land multiplied by dozens of times making even the Atrocity fearful.

"Hmph, you foolish girl to think that you would even ignite your soul. Fine, I will withdraw this time but don't think that your empire will survive the onslaught of my subordinates. I won't stop Until I get that item" the voice said haphazardly.

Simon who was watching all of this from inside the mausoleum was stunned to see the abrupt change in the attitude of the entity. if he had to put it, it was as if the entity was afraid; No, it was terrified of something.

As soon as the Atrocity's voice fell, it tried to retract its hand back into the tear. However, how could Yela who had ignited her soul and staked her life for this, simply allow it to get away?

She extended her hand and commanded the gigantic avatar of the angel which was now even bigger than the entity hiding inside the tear to rush towards it.

The being sensing the approach of the angel, was clearly very afraid and hurriedly tried to retract its hand back into the tear. Nonetheless, the angel was clearly much more faster and powerful than it was.

An enormous golden sword made of light, that seemed it could even cleave the very sky in half, was brandished by the angel and swiftly sliced the hand before it could enter the tear.

CHIIIIIIII…

One could imagine what happened next when a hand as big as that, was cut down. Yes, it was a rain of violet-coloured blood flooding everywhere. But what was more shocking than the scene of blood and the entity's loud scream, was the scar in the horizon that extended as far as the eye could see.

There was a golden line on the horizon that was slowly getting bigger and bigger. One swing from that angel was enough to cleave the horizon itself and everything in its path.

ZIIIIEEERRKKKKK… the entity inside the tear screamed with an ear piercing noise but Yela seemed to remain unfazed. She willed the angel once again and it immediately extended its hand into the tear to grab the being that was inside.

The moment the angel's hand reach the Atrocity, Yela slowly clenched shut her own hands resulting in an enormous power storm generating inside the tear that managed to even affect the sky of this part of the land and make cracks appear in.

ZIEERRRKKK… another miserable howl echoed out, nobody knew if the being inside was dead or not.

As the angel retracted its hand back from the tear, there was something inside its hold. At a glance, it looked like a heart with the way it was pulsing and beating. But make no mistake, it was not any ordinary heart as it was hundreds of times bigger than an ordinary heart and looked grotesque.

After the angel pulled its hands back, the tear started healing itself and the laws of the space was back to normal.

Simon who was watching the entire scene from start to finish, felt incredulous, he marvelled at their absurd power which was enough to generate natural disaster just from a simple movement from them.

He had finally seen how the people sitting at the highest level of this world fought. Their battle was beyond his wildest imagination and was in a realm that the current him cannot even begin to imagine.

Nevertheless, he wasn't discouraged by their powers, instead, it just strengthened the yearning he had for strength even more. It could be said that after witnessing this armageddon like battle his horizons were broadened and he felt like a frog that had suddenly jumped out of its well

From the battle, it was clear who had won and who had lost, but at what cost? Can it be really called a victory? Simon did not know what it meant to ignite one's soul but from sensing how feeble Yela's life was becoming by the minute, it meant that the energy she erupted out with, was something that was from burning her life.

At the same time, it also said how powerful of an enemy the being inside the tear in the sky was to compel a person as strong as Yela to ignite her soul to defeat him.

BADUMP… BADUMP…

Just as he thought that the battle was over, the heart in the hold of the angle's hand started beating like a drum and pulsating with a negative miasma that quickly started spreading around the surroundings.

The speed and volume in which the negative miasma was spreading, was so dramatic that in a span of a few seconds it had already covered thousands of meters of area. The sky turned back to night and the huge angel seemed as if it would dissipate at any moment.

Nonetheless, with sheer will, Yela who seemed as pale as snow, held on and did not allow this negative energy to spread all across her empire.

"Even after its death, it seemed that it is unwilling to let go of its evil. Then so be it, with the last embers of my life, I will seal your heart here forever to be forgotten by the people of this land" Yela declared.

The crown on her hand, more specifically the three glistering crystals on it started shining with a brilliant light from which a bizarre and complex set of runes came out and completely covered the heart inside it.

It formed a kind of peculiar monolith around it which was then transferred deep inside one of the chambers of the mausoleum where the Historia had initially started.

"You will be forever imprisoned here for your sins," Yela said, she was just about to complete the sealing ritual when suddenly, the severed hand of the being which was exposed to the negative miasma, started moving.

It attacked right before she could completely seal the heart and sieged her repeatedly trying to break the crown in her hand.

Yela spat out a mouthful of blood, her life was fading by the second and she could no longer maintain the huge avatar of the angel.

The condition she was in, it was no longer possible for her to deal with the hand of the atrocity and complete the sealing ritual at the same time. It was her negligence to not expect the baleful intent within the heart to spread around the surroundings leading the severed hand to be possessed by it once again.

She knew that if she doesn't seal the heart, millions more would die from its corrosive aura and the possibility of other getting possessed by it. Thus she had no choice but to break the crown that was a powerful artefact and borrow the power of its three glistering jewels to complete the sealing ceremony while holding back the hand at the same time.

She divided the large mausoleum into four parts, one part held the heart, and the other three the glittering jewels, the crown and herself.

Before Yela closed her eyes and succumbed to her eternal sleep, she scatteredall the four parts of the mausoleum in four different directions and sunk them deep into the ground and out of reach of the hand.