Cosmic Ruler - Chapter 453

Chapter 453: War XXVI

“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.

“A god?” he said with a smirk. “I’ve killed gods before.”

His sword and scythe shone with renewed brilliance as he activated Energy Ruler, harmonizing the surrounding energy with his own. The abyssal energy buckled under his control, bending to his will as cracks appeared in the void.

The commander’s eyes widened. “Impossible!”

“Your mistake was thinking this power belongs to you,” Aiden said, his voice filled with authority. “It doesn’t.”

He raised his hand, and the cracks in the void expanded until the entire space shattered like a broken mirror. The throne room reformed around them, the commander stumbling as his domain collapsed.

Aiden didn’t waste a second. He surged forward, his scythe slashing in a deadly arc. The commander raised his blade to block, but it was too late. The scythe cut clean through his defenses, severing his arm.

“You…!” The commander clutched the bleeding stump, his expression a mix of pain and disbelief.

Aiden loomed over him, his eyes glowing with golden light. “It’s over.”

“No…” The commander’s voice was weak, yet filled with desperation. “I can’t fall here! Not after all I’ve sacrificed!”

Aiden shook his head. “Every tyrant thinks they’re eternal until they meet someone stronger. Your time is up.”

He raised his sword one final time, its blade radiating pure, unrelenting power.

“Fade into nothingness.”

The sword descended, and with it came the end.

A blinding flash of light consumed the throne room, and when it faded, the commander was gone—reduced to nothing more than dust.

Aiden stood in the silence that followed, his breath steady, his senses sharp. The throne room lay in ruins, but the oppressive darkness had lifted.

He sheathed his sword and turned toward the exit. “One more obstacle cleared.”

As he stepped into the fading light, a whisper echoed through the air—a warning, a promise of something darker waiting ahead.

But Aiden didn’t stop. His path was clear, and nothing—not even the Abyss itself—would keep him from reaching his goal.

As Aiden walked out of the ruined throne room, his Spirit Sense extended far beyond the horizon, scanning for any hidden threats or remnants of the commander’s energy. The golden glow from his sword gradually dimmed, blending into the shadows around him. He remained on guard, aware that the silence following such a battle was often deceptive.

“That felt… too easy,” he muttered, narrowing his eyes.

Just as the thought crossed his mind, the ground beneath him rumbled. A sharp, piercing laugh echoed in the air, sending a chill down Aiden’s spine.

“You think it’s over?” the voice taunted, dark and distorted. The dust in the air coalesced into a humanoid figure—a black silhouette with glowing crimson eyes—a fragmented remnant of the commander’s power. “You can’t kill what is eternal. The Abyss always finds a way back.”

The shadowy figure charged toward Aiden, moving at an unnatural speed, its form flickering like a mirage.

Aiden barely had time to raise his scythe before the figure was upon him. Their weapons clashed, releasing another wave of destructive energy.

“I’ve dealt with shadows before,” Aiden said coldly, his scythe crackling with dark flames. “You’re no different.”

The shadow hissed and lashed out with tendrils of pure Abyssal energy. They coiled around Aiden, attempting to consume him. But Aiden’s Energy Ruler flared to life once more, turning the tendrils into harmless sparks that dissipated into the air.

With a swift motion, Aiden plunged his scythe into the core of the shadow, sealing its essence within a golden array. The air vibrated with an ominous hum as the shadow’s form twisted and writhed in pain, trying to break free.

“You underestimated me,” Aiden said, his voice filled with finality. “This is your true end.”

He poured more energy into the array, and the shadow let out a final, bone-chilling scream before it collapsed into nothingness, the crimson light in its eyes extinguished forever.

Silence returned.

Aiden stood there for a moment, breathing deeply, letting his senses adjust. This time, there were no tricks. No hidden remnants. The threat was truly gone.

“One step closer,” he whispered to himself, clenching his fist. “Nexus… Myne… it won’t be long now.”

His wings unfurled once again, and with a single powerful beat, he ascended into the sky, soaring toward his next destination.

The Immortal Realm stretched endlessly before him, each world filled with new dangers and new opportunities. Aiden’s path was far from over—but his resolve had never been stronger.

He glanced at the horizon, his Spirit Sense brushing against something faint yet familiar. His heart skipped a beat.

“Shelly… Serina… I’ll find you.”

And with that promise, Aiden disappeared into the vastness of the sky, leaving behind the ruins of the throne room and stepping into a future that awaited him with open arms.

The sky seemed endless, its hues shifting from gold to deep violet as Aiden soared, his dark wings cutting through the clouds with ease. His Spirit Sense expanded, searching for any trace of familiar energy. Each pulse of his power was like a ripple in a vast ocean—seeking, probing, waiting.

Far below, sprawling cities dotted the land, their towering spires glimmering like beacons of civilization. Yet, Aiden knew how deceptive appearances could be. The Immortal Realm was a world of power struggles, hidden threats, and endless ambition.

He whispered to himself, almost amused, “If Ivan were here, he’d already be hunting for another cheat.”

A flicker of energy caught his attention. It was faint, but unmistakably divine in nature. His eyes—or rather, his Spirit Sense—sharpened as he honed in on its source. A sky island floated in the distance, surrounded by swirling storms of Immortal energy.

Aiden adjusted his trajectory, curiosity piqued. Sky islands were often home to ancient treasures or hidden sects, and while this one was cloaked in stormy energy, something about it felt different. Almost… alive.

“One way to find out,” Aiden thought, accelerating toward it.