"I see...!"
The moment Destin Saint’s voice sounded, Immortal Nimrod stiffened because the former’s tone was eerily tranquil, in fact, too tranquil.
It was as if he had finally grasped the shape of something he had never expected to find or confirmed something, as if he had seen through Nimrod’s deepest, oldest gambit.
Under the hooded Immortal Nimrod’s avatar, purplish flames shrank slightly, although not in fear, in pure irritation!
Immortal Nimrod knew that something had changed, and the void-eye flickered again, for the first time, not in dominance, but in reaction.
Destin Saint’s fractured light stopped collapsing and then began to reassemble itself in defiance of the void’s uncanny prowess.
A silent ripple spread outward from him, not of power, but of profound understanding.
Immortal Nimrod’s gigantic eye flickered profoundly, voice dipping into a colder, sharper register as it reverberated throughout the entire void, "...And just what is it you ’see’, Destin Saint? Humor me!"
Immortal Nimrod’s flames dimmed by a fraction, barely enough to be called movement. Yet, the entire void recoiled at that infinitesimal shift, for even a spark of his irritation was enough to warp countless dead galaxies.
Destin Saint’s consciousness flame, broken, wavering, on the verge of collapse, shone brighter for a moment, as though acknowledging the shift with pride.
"Hoho, I’m finally able to see through your façade, and confirmed the suspicion that I had for a long time."
His tone was not desperate, nor pleading, but lightly amused like a scholar finally seeing the flaw in a masterpiece forgery.
Immortal Nimrod’s hood shifted toward him, the purplish flames beneath curling backward like barbs.
"Is that so? But I’m not interested in the words of a dying fragment of your consciousness. If you have something to say to me, then say it to my face!"
The void-eye behind him dilated, and then...
"Null Reality!"
The command dropped like a guillotine, and the very void convulsed.
Existence inverted into nonexistence as a sphere of absolute negation expanded outward, its surface shimmering with anti-light, devouring not things, but the meaning of things.
Where it passed, even "void" ceased to be void like a perfect emptiness, and the zero before creation.
It was the eraser of fundamental axioms as it engulfed Destin Saint’s fractured avatar.
However, nothing happened as the fragment of consciousness remained intact, flickering, but untouched, unharmed, and unerased!
The sphere of nullification quivered around him, refusing to annihilate him, as if some unseen force held its jaw shut inches from its prey.
The void-eye darkened, its sclera pulsing with malevolent irritation.
At that moment, Destin Saint chuckled softly, "Hoho, you know, right?"
"Know what?!" Immortal Nimrod’s voice rippled, the timbre of someone dangerously close to abandoning all restraint.
The void-eye thrashed, bending nearby space into an hourglass shape as pressure spiked.
"Well, I guess the talk about you staking everything and no longer holding back was still just as empty as all your grandeur."
Reacting to those words, the void-eye spasmed violently, cracks of purple radiance leaking from its edges.
In response, Destin Saint’s flickering light intensified, not in brightness, but in certainty.
"Hoho, as an old adversary, let me give you a hint. Although I’m sure that you’ve already known, I’ll still be polite and help you out just in case your mind has been affected by the void..." His tone sharpened as a quill of inevitability dipped in cosmic ink.
The next moment, an ancient, indescribable aura surfaced, subtle, silent, yet commanding the flow of all unseen threads, and for a brief moment, his avatar resembled a trembling candle flame resisting a galactic storm, yet behind that frailty lay an unbreakable principle!
"An Arcane Law can only be countered by an Arcane Law..."
As those words trailed off, the chaotic space behind him trembled, fading runes of fate, veiled spirals, branching pathways, and collapsing loops, glimmered like dying constellations trying to rearrange themselves.
Threads of possibility flickered, each strand splitting, merging, and rejoining; it was as if the very architecture of destinies was rewriting itself under his breath.
His voice rang like the turning of an unseen cosmic wheel at that moment, "So, your void law can’t do anything to me as long as I have the protection of my arcane law..."
His tone stabbed with the cold elegance of a dagger forged from the last moment before inevitability strikes, sharp, timed, and absolute!
The void shuddered as Immortal Nimrod felt that faint, unwelcome pulse of startle.
Although this faintest pulse seemed buried and hidden, it was still not enough to escape Destin Saint’s perception.
"Oh my, I guess you still don’t get it? Well, as you said, Immortal Nimrod, the bets are off, and there’s no need to hold back anymore, and this also applies to ’us’ as well."
Destin Saint continued without pause, voice smooth, calm, and derisive, like a gambler revealing he had been playing with a loaded deck since the start.
"So, if you want to succeed this time, you have to reveal your arcane law that you’ve been hiding for ages and always avoid using and instead pretend to be helpless and escaped, leaving ’us’ wondering if you have ’it’ or not."
The void-eye constricted sharply as if something in the endless blackness recoiled, and at that moment, a faint tearing sound echoed as if reality itself was grinding its teeth.
"But today, I’m certain that you absolutely have a UGS, and you just don’t want to reveal its existence for some reason. And if I’m not wrong, it also has something to do with the Cursed One. Oh, and I have another theory about why you’re not using it. Do you want to hear it?"
His tone deepened, became more profound, and ethereal while carrying the cadence of a being who stood above past, present, and future simultaneously, like a librarian of inevitability.
This time, Immortal Nimrod finally broke composure, "I have had enough of your nonsense for today. Arcane law or not, you can’t maintain it forever, and I don’t need an arcane law to annihilate this fragment of yours...
"Bygone Emptiness!"