Chapter 78: Enjin VS Thion
Chapter 78: Enjin VS Thion
The hooded figure did not move immediately, yet everything around him seemed to hesitate in response to his presence. The air in the Rift Hall grew unnaturally still, as though even the unseen currents that flowed through the space had withdrawn in quiet recognition.
Enjin stood firm despite the shift, his body radiating controlled power, fragments of metal hovering around him like a restrained storm waiting to erupt. His eyes remained sharp, calculating, but beneath that surface composure, something unfamiliar had begun to creep in, an instinctive caution that refused to be ignored.
This was no ordinary opponent. The moment the figure lifted his hand and slowly pulled back his hood, that feeling solidified into certainty.
Long strands of black hair fell past his shoulders, framing a face carved by time and violence. His body was broad and muscular, built with the raw density of a warrior who had endured more than most could survive. But what truly commanded attention were his eyes. Deep scars ran across them. He did not need sight in the way others did. The pressure emanating from him made it clear that he perceived far beyond vision.
Thion had returned.
Enjin exhaled slowly, steadying himself as his system flared in response. Metal surged around him, rising from the ground and sharpening into deadly constructs that circled his body in layered formations.
"So you're a tough one huh?" he said, his voice low but firm, forcing confidence into his tone. "Good. I've been looking for something worth cutting down."
Thion did not answer. He simply stood there. That silence struck deeper than any insult. It was not the silence of hesitation, it was the silence of dismissal. To be ignored in the face of his full power stirred something in Enjin that he could not tolerate.
Without another word, he moved. The attack came all at once. Dozens of metallic blades launched forward in perfect synchronization, slicing through the air with deadly precision. They did not aim randomly each one targeted a vital point, leaving no room for escape.
At the same time, Enjin himself advanced, his body following through the attack, ready to strike at any opening created by his assault.
KINK!!!!!
The sound of impact echoed faintly, but there was no resistance, no recoil, no damage. The blades connected with Thion's body as though they had fulfilled their purpose simply by reaching him, then fell away uselessly. Not a single cut marked his skin.
Enjin's movement faltered for a fraction of a second.
"…What? How can that be? Did he reinforce himself with much energy to block all that? If that's the case I'll only need to get strike more. He's playing defense."
He constructed a massive, crushing form of metal sword meant to obliterate through sheer force. He leapt forward, closing the distance himself as he swung a reinforced blade with enough power to split stone.
The strike landed cleanly against Thion's neck and stopped. No blood. No wound. No reaction.
The blade rested there as though it had forgotten what it was meant to do.
A ripple passed through Enjin's mind not fear, but something dangerously close to it. This was wrong. Completely wrong. There was no defense, no technique, no visible system activation. It was as if the concept of damage simply did not apply.
He pulled back instantly, retreating several steps as his metal reshaped defensively around him.
"What are you?" he demanded, his voice sharper now, stripped of its earlier confidence.
Thion moved just one step and suddenly he was closer. Far closer than he should have been.
Enjin's instincts screamed, and he reacted immediately. The ground around him erupted as he summoned a massive surge of metal, forming barriers, spikes, and rotating shields all at once. He didn't wait he attacked again, sending everything forward in a relentless wave.
This time, he didn't hold back. The ground trembled under the force of it. Metal clashed and tore through space, creating a storm of destruction that swallowed Thion completely. For a moment just a moment it seemed like the attack had worked.
Then Thion walked through it, sighing in boredom. Enjin's eyes widened.
His control faltered for the first time as disbelief seeped in.
"No… that's not possible…"
He pushed harder. His system flared to its limit, veins straining as he forced more power into his constructs. The metal grew denser, sharper, faster. He attacked again and again, refusing to stop, refusing to accept what he was seeing.
Every strike carried lethal intent, every movement refined with the precision of a seasoned assassin. But nothing changed. Thion continued forward, untouched, unharmed and unbothered.
The distance between them shrank steadily, each step Thion took erasing the gap Enjin tried desperately to maintain. Panic began to creep in, subtle at first, then growing sharper as reality refused to align with logic.
"…Stay back!" Enjin roared, launching everything he had left in one final, overwhelming assault. It didn't matter. Thion reached him.
For the first time, Enjin frozenot by force, but by fear. Something deep within him recognized the inevitability of what was about to happen.
"…What are you?" he asked again, quieter this time. Thion stopped directly in front of him. Then he looked at him. Nothing else.
Just a gaze and everything changed. Enjin's body locked instantly, every muscle seizing as though his very existence had been gripped by something beyond physical force. The metal surrounding him collapsed, falling lifelessly to the ground as his connection to it vanished completely.
His breathing hitched, his eyes widening as something invaded his mind not an attack, not a force, but a presence. His thoughts fractured.
"Gahhhh!!!!" He spat out blood from his abdomen.
The world around him dissolved into something unrecognizable.
Then, heat....
It began deep inside him, spreading outward with terrifying speed. His body trembled as the sensation intensified, turning into something unbearable. His skin began to glow faintly, cracks of light forming beneath the surface as though something within him was trying to break free.
"…No…no...no...No!!!!" he whispered, his voice trembling as fear engulfed him.
Flames wrapped around him. It consumed him from within, burning through flesh, bone, and thought itself. His body ignited, flames erupting outward as his form began to disintegrate under the intensity. He tried to move, tried to fight it, tried to force his system to respond but nothing answered him. Within seconds, the fire devoured him completely.
And then, he was gone. The room fell into silence once more, the remnants of his existence scattered faintly across the ground like dust.
Thion turned.
His attention shifted toward Lector, who stood at a distance, his expression frozen in stunned disbelief. He had witnessed the entire exchange, every moment of Enjin's struggle, every futile attempt to fight back and the complete, effortless way it had ended.
"…You're alive," Lector said slowly, his voice tight as he tried to steady himself. "You vanished. Completely."
Thion stepped toward him, his presence pressing down with quiet authority. "Did you think I was gone?" he asked calmly. "Or did you simply hope I was?"
Lector clenched his jaw. "Why are you here?"
Thion stopped a few steps away, tilting his head slightly.
"Tell me," he said softly, "can the Guides guess who the Omni God is?"
Lector frowned, confusion flashing across his face. "Omni God? What are you talking about?"
Thion's lips curved faintly. "So you don't know," he murmured.
"Interesting."
"Stop speaking in riddles," Lector snapped. "Explain yourself."
Thion's gaze remained steady. "I've returned to partner with the Omni God," he said. "And I was directed here… to the Guides."
The words hung in the air, heavy with implication. Before Lector could respond he felt a sharp pain in his body and collapsed to the ground.
"Wait..." he began.
But it was too late.
The pain intensified and in the next moment his eyes reddened.
Thion scoffed lightly and picked him up. With tearing force he teleported away from the room leaving it empty and void.
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