Re-birth: The Beginning after the End - Chapter 104

Chapter 104: A BRUTAL SAVE PART 2

“Sister, his core fluctuates with each temporal shift!” Li Wei called out, his scholarly eyes tracking the complex patterns. “Wait for the resonance peak—there!”

She struck like a golden tempest, her daggers weaving through gaps in space-time that shouldn’t have existed. The false elder’s defense shattered under her onslaught, his temporal tricks useless against an assassin who could turn his own fractured moments against him. Her first blade found his shoulder, sending corrupted essence spraying across the ice. Her second pierced his leg, forcing him to manifest fully in a single moment.

The false elder snarled, summoning chains of pure darkness that whipped through the air like angry serpents. But Li Hua danced through them all, her form dissolving into pure light whenever they came close. The celestial diamonds in her ears sang a song of vengeance, their resonance growing stronger with each strike until the very air shimmered with golden power.

Then she was behind him, moving through a gap in time that Li Wei’s formations had created. Her daggers found the exact point where his core pulsed with energy, striking with precision. The celestial diamonds reached their perfect resonance as she drove both blades deep into his core chamber and twisted sharply, their golden light tearing through his corrupted essence with devastating force. Time itself seemed to hold its breath in that moment, as if the cave recognized the finality of her strike.

The resulting explosion shattered more than just his core—it ripped through every layer of his existence. Corrupted essence cascaded outward in waves of crimson power, painting the cave walls with the evidence of his destruction. The hooded figure’s dying scream fractured across a hundred moments of time, each echo carrying a different note of agony as his very being splintered apart.

Where he had stood, reality itself seemed to crack, leaving only scattered pieces of his core floating in the temporal chaos, each fragment a testament to the totality of his obliteration.

Li Hua moved through the aftermath like an avenging spirit, her grey eyes cold and merciless as she systematically hunted down each shard of his corrupted core. Her daggers flashed with deadly precision, golden light cutting through the bloody mist that hung in the air until nothing remained of the man who had dared torture her brother.

The cave walls dripped with evidence of her ruthlessness, temporal distortions making the blood seem to flow both forward and backward in time. Even Mo Tao, who had witnessed countless battles, found himself speechless at the display of such elegant brutality—the perfect fusion of skill and sister’s vengeance.

Ignoring her fresh blood-soaked hands and robes, Li Wei, exhausted and trembling, reached over to his sister and pulled her into a hug. Despite his nature, his embrace was fierce and protective. “I’m so glad we’re on the same side,” he whispered, mirth dancing in his tone despite his obvious pain. “My brilliant, terrifying little sister.”

Li Hua’s daggers materialized back at her waist as she returned his embrace, tears flowing freely now that the danger had passed. All her assassin’s composure crumbled in her brother’s arms. “I missed you,” she managed through her tears, clinging to him as if afraid he might disappear. “Promise that we won’t ever be separated again.”

Mo Tao, returning to the persona she first met , clapped his hands together with theatrical delight. “Absolutely magnificent! The speed! The precision! The sheer brutality!” He wiped an imaginary tear from his eye. “No wonder that beautiful monster is attracted to you. I’ve never seen anyone dispatch an enemy with such elegant savagery—” He caught Li Hua’s warning glare and quickly added, “Though of course I saw nothing at all about any attraction! I’m still temporarily blind from earlier, remember? Completely unaware of any budding romances or stolen kisses or—”

“Mo Tao,” Li Hua interrupted, but Li Wei’s scholarly voice cut through first, his tone carrying that particular mix of brotherly concern and barely concealed amusement.

“Who is he? And the beautiful monster he speaks of?” Li Wei asked, not missing how his sister’s usually composed features flickered with uncharacteristic nervousness. His scholarly eyes narrowed as he noticed the faint blush on her cheeks.

“Ah!” Mo Tao brightened immediately, sweeping into an elaborate bow that somehow managed to look both graceful and ridiculous. “Allow me to introduce myself properly! I am Mo Tao, and the ‘beautiful monster’ I speak of is none other than Mo Xing—my best friend and the young master of the Mo family in the Profound Valley Realm!” He straightened with a flourish. “Though ‘young’ might be a bit misleading, considering he’s several thousand years old. But he did take his younger form recently, which I must say was quite the romantic gesture—”

“Mo Tao,” Li Hua’s voice carried a warning edge that could have frozen lava.

“What? I’m simply providing context!” Mo Tao protested, though he did take a prudent step backward. “Besides, he’s offered to help you get your other brother—which I think is a generous offer considering how cold and un—”

A wave of darkness suddenly flooded the cave like ink spilling across parchment. Mo Tao’s theatrical yelp echoed off the walls as the shadows claimed him, his voice fading into nothing. The darkness swirled and pulsed, carrying with it the unmistakable signature of Mo Xing’s power, before suddenly drawing back like a receding tide.

And there, in the space where shadows gave way to light, stood Li Hao, their warrior brother, leaning against the cave wall. Blood stained his robes and pain lined his face, but somehow, impossibly, he still managed to be their ray of sunshine. The sight of him—wounded but alive, suffering but unbroken—made the world stop turning for one precious moment.

“Brother!” The word tore from Li Wei and Li Hua’s throats simultaneously. Already supporting Li Wei’s injured frame, Li Hua shifted to include Li Hao in their embrace, her heart clenching at the sight of his body riddled with scars, but alive—wonderfully, miraculously alive. She adjusted her stance to bear their combined weight, one brother leaning against each shoulder as they pressed close, all three supporting each other as they had always done.

Despite his wounds, Li Hao’s face lit up with that brilliant smile of his, the one that could chase away any shadow. “It’s good to see you both again,” he managed, his voice warm even through the pain. “My silent and serious beast lover! My little battle fairy!”

“Don’t call me that,” Li Wei protested with dignity, though the relief in his eyes betrayed how happy he was to hear his brother’s teasing again. Even half-dead, their warrior brother couldn’t resist needling his serious elder brother.

“I missed you too,” Li Hua managed against Li Hao’s shoulder, her usual composure cracking as she held her brothers closer. For once, she didn’t care about maintaining her facade—they were together, they were alive, and that was all that mattered.