Cosmic Ruler - Chapter 452

Chapter 452: War XXV

“Too many!” Dren shouted, slicing through two more. “But we don’t have a choice. We hold them off until Myne finishes!”

A massive creature burst through the wall, its body covered in thick armor, its eyes burning with crimson light. It charged toward them with terrifying speed.

Rick barely dodged its first strike. “Oh, come on!”

Dren raised his sword, but before he could strike, Myne unleashed a torrent of blue flames that engulfed the beast, reducing it to molten slag.

“I’m almost done!” Myne called out. “Just hold on a little longer!”

Back with Aiden…

He finally reached the massive double doors that led to the throne room. Their black surface shimmered with strange runes, and the air around them crackled with dark energy.

Aiden placed his hand on the door, and his eyes flashed. Akashic Insight activated, unraveling the complex layers of protection. He smirked. “Child’s play.” With a wave of his hand, the seals disintegrated.

The doors swung open with a deep groan, revealing the throne room beyond.

At its center sat the Abyssal commander, draped in flowing black robes, his crimson eyes glowing like twin stars in the darkness. Dark tendrils of energy coiled around him, seething with barely contained power.

“So, you’ve made it this far,” the commander said, rising from his throne. His voice was calm, almost amused. “I’ve been waiting for you, Aiden.”

Aiden stepped into the room, his sword glowing brighter in response to the overwhelming darkness. His scythe hovered at his side, ready to strike.

“You won’t have to wait much longer,” Aiden said, his voice cold. “This ends here.”

The commander laughed, the sound echoing through the chamber like a sinister melody. “You truly believe you can defeat me in my own domain? You’re either a fool… or a legend waiting to be born.”

The floor cracked beneath them as their auras clashed, filling the room with raw power. The air shimmered with dark and golden energy, lightning sparking across the walls.

“I’ve faced worse,” Aiden said, raising his sword. “And you’ll be just another stepping stone.”

The commander’s smile faded, replaced by a look of grim determination. “Then let us see if you can survive.”

In an instant, the battle began.

The commander vanished, reappearing behind Aiden with a blade of shadow in hand. Aiden barely deflected the strike, countering with a scythe slash that carved a deep gash in the floor.

Their movements blurred as they traded blows, the force of their attacks shaking the entire throne room. Every strike was a test of will, power, and skill.

The commander unleashed waves of dark energy, twisting reality around them. “Abyssal Storm!” he roared, summoning a vortex of shadows that threatened to consume everything.

Aiden planted his feet, golden energy surging around him. He raised his sword high. “Divine Severance!” A radiant arc of light split the storm in two, cutting through the vortex and striking the commander head-on.

The commander stumbled, blood dripping from his mouth. But his smile only grew wider. “Not bad… but this is far from over!”

His body began to transform, dark energy warping his flesh as wings of shadow burst from his back. His aura grew even more oppressive, suffocating the air around them.

Aiden tightened his grip on his sword, his eyes glowing with fierce resolve.

“I don’t care how many forms you have,” Aiden said. “You’ll still fall.”

The final clash was at hand. Light against darkness. Hope against despair.

And only one would walk away victorious.

The commander’s transformation completed as his Abyssal wings spread wide, radiating malevolent energy that seemed to devour the light around him. His eyes glowed like twin stars of pure hatred. The room quaked, unable to contain the power being unleashed.

“This is my true form,” the commander declared, his voice echoing with a thousand tortured souls. “Witness despair, Aiden. Witness your end!”

Aiden didn’t flinch. His grip on his golden sword tightened, and his scythe pulsed with dark energy at his side. The air around him shimmered as he summoned the power of his Million Soul Emperor Physique and activated the Destiny Thread of Million Miracles.

“Witness this,” Aiden said calmly. “The moment your fate ends.”

The clash was instant—a shockwave of unimaginable power erupted, shattering the walls of the throne room and sending debris flying. Darkness and light collided in a chaotic dance, tearing through the space around them.

The commander shot forward, his Abyssal wings slicing through the air, leaving black trails of energy in their wake. He raised his blade, infused with abyssal energy, and brought it down with the force of a collapsing star.

Aiden sidestepped, his movements fluid and precise. He countered with Space Rend, tearing a rift in space that swallowed the dark energy and closed just as quickly. His scythe followed, slashing across the commander’s chest and drawing black ichor that burned the floor where it dripped.

“Impressive,” the commander hissed, wiping the wound with a clawed hand. “But you won’t land another hit like that!”

He raised both hands, summoning a storm of dark spears that filled the sky above them. “Rain of Oblivion!” he roared, and the spears rained down like a black meteor shower, each one humming with destructive power.

Aiden’s Spirit Sense flared to its limit as he dodged with supernatural precision. His wings of dark energy burst forth, propelling him through the storm. The few spears that got too close were deflected by his sword, shattering into harmless fragments.

He didn’t stop. In one swift movement, Aiden drew a massive array in midair, a glowing golden circle that crackled with power.

“Heaven’s Judgment!” A beam of pure light descended from the sky, slamming into the commander and driving him into the ground. The throne room trembled violently, the floor beneath them crumbling into a deep crater.

But the commander stood once more, his body charred but still intact. His eyes burned brighter, and his power surged even higher.

“You’re strong, Aiden… stronger than I expected.” He smiled, his voice dripping with dark amusement. “But strength alone won’t save you.”

The air darkened further as the commander tapped into a forbidden power. The walls of the throne room faded away, replaced by an endless void of swirling darkness. This was his domain now—a place where his strength was absolute.

“Welcome to the Abyss,” the commander said, his voice echoing from all directions. “Here, I am a god.”

Aiden floated in the void, his Spirit Sense unable to fully grasp the distorted space around him. Shadows whispered in his ears, trying to unnerve him. But Aiden remained calm, his will unshakable.