The Villain's Story

Chapter 332 [332] A Victory That Came With A Sacrifice.

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A cataclysmic battle occurred between two opposite forces. One was a tempest of unbridled Chaos and the other a radiant cascade of pure light. Chaos ascended and light descended, The two hurled towards each other with unstoppable momentum.

Oliver, Arken, and everyone else stared in awe at the sight.

The chaos arrived like a storm born of nightmares, an entity of swirling darkness that devoured all in its path. Its form defied definition, a shifting maelstrom of shadow and discord that seemed to mock the very concept of order. Thunderous roars echoed through Tokyo as the chaotic force tore through all barriers, leaving trails of fractured space in its wake. However.

In stark contrast, the light emerged as a spear of incandescent purity, a symphony of luminescence that painted the void with hues of gold and silver. Radiant tendrils of energy cascaded outward, forming a resplendent tapestry that appeared to mend the very wounds torn open by chaos. Its presence exuded a sense of hope and serenity, an unwavering belief in the power of harmony to prevail. That was the true purpose of the Ame-No-Sakahoko after all. To vanquish Chaos.

Hiroto, at the very center of the light, was awestruck.

"So…this is the final movement…"

A light laugh escaped his mouth. To think this was the movement that he could never perform…To think…it was this magnificent.

[Yes.]

The Spear answered. Hiroto felt a surge of power within his dying body.

[Hiroto.]

The spear called out. Blood seeped out of his mouth as he answered.

"Yeah?"

He asked weakly.

[Let us Vanquish Chaos.]

"Haha…"

Hiroto let out another laugh. His eyes gained conviction as he regained his usual smile and yelled.

"Let us!"

The spear of pure light descended to meet the tempest of chaos. In front of everyone's eyes, the strongest attack of a five-star spear art collided against the strongest attack of a demonic duke augmented with the power of one of the Seven Deadly sins, Pride.

As the two forces clashed, the initial onslaught of chaos proved overwhelming. It engulfed the light with a voracious hunger, eclipsing its brilliance in a shroud of malevolent obscurity. The clash sent shockwaves throughout Earth, and it seemed as though the very Earth itself held its breath, caught in a moment of suspended anticipation. What would happen? Would Chaos Prevail or would it be Light.

"Ugh…."

Hiroto was dying, he could barely hold the immense power of the spear. His human body was just far too weak to withstand the power…but then the spear spoke to him once again.

[Believe.]

It spoke again.

[Believe, and it will be done.]

Hiroto smiled. So he was still doubting himself huh…

Fine.

Let it be so.

He believes.

"I believe…"

He muttered with undying conviction. No…

"I believe."

He declared…And So…

Within the heart of the engulfing darkness, a spark of defiance emerged. The light, though diminished, refused to be extinguished. Its tendrils, feeble yet steadfast, began to weave a delicate dance amidst the chaos. With each pulse of its luminous energy, the light carved intricate patterns into the world, like a symphony of stars illuminating the night sky.

The chaos corrupting the spear disappeared and it shone its magnificent light once again.

Light will Prevail.

As the battle raged on, a transformation took shape. The light's persistence and unwavering resolve began to erode the dominance of chaos. The once-unstoppable storm began to falter, its malevolent torrents fracturing and dissipating in the face of the light's resolute advance. A celestial dance of unparalleled beauty unfolded, as radiant beams pierced through the remnants of chaos, splintering the darkness and heralding the dawn of a new equilibrium.

[Gahh…]

Azlan fell to his knees.

[My…pride does not allow it!]

He declared, his body already on the brink of death, it was his sheer determination keeping him alive…No. It was his Pride, his pride as a demon, his pride as a soldier, his pride as a general…His pride as a Duke.

But his pride was not strong enough. It could not compete with Hiroto's 'belief'.

In a breathtaking crescendo, the light surged forth with an intensity that was blinding to behold. Its brilliance, magnified by the trials it had endured, consumed the last vestiges of chaos, filling the land with a luminous symphony, filling it with a light that understood their pain, and healed it.

[...ugh…]

Azlan could feel the blinding light burn his body…He didn't even need to look up. He knew the light was there, His chaos had been vanquished.

He surveyed the area and found little to no demons left…he heaved a sigh of relief.

[Fine…]

He accepted his fate. He raised his head, His pride would not let him die with his head to the ground.

He saw the golden, pure light of the Ame-No-Sakahoko and the face of the Golden Hero.

Haha…

[This is a fitting end.]

He muttered, and the Forked end of the spear dug into his skull and killed him. The golden light disintegrated his body, Only his head was left and that too fell to the ground.

In this clash of chaos and Light, it was Light's belief and resilience that triumphed.

The earth, forever transformed by this cataclysmic encounter, bore witness to the eternal dance between opposing forces, a reminder that even in the darkest of moments, the radiant spirit of light can illuminate the path to triumph and renewal.

"Beautiful…"

Hiroto muttered as he stood on top of the skull of Azlan and gazed at the skies filled with the tendrils of hope and belief…which painted a truly marvelous sight…

But all Happiness would soon fade away As everything does.

As the humans rejoiced in their victory…the golden armor around him dissipated into specks of light that disappeared…

Hiroto would soon follow the same fate. Azlan's remaining energy of Chaos acted on instinct and approached Hiroto to curse him.

Hiroto couldn't do anything…He was already dead.

[Rest In peace, Hiroto.]

The Ame-No-Sakahoko used its power to redirect the curse toward itself…Hiroto was dead. The best it could do was give him a peaceful death and not let the curse burden him more. It took the duke's curse on itself and bade farewell.

On that day, Humanity defeated a Duke.

On that day, Humanity lost the Spear Saint.