The Guardian gods
Chapter 584

Chapter 584: 584

Kaelen’s combat unit froze, its strike aimed at where Vorenza had been, now hanging uselessly in the air. His primary body’s calculations spiraled into chaos, processing what happened. Lyra, the anchor, the one who controlled the very concept of stillness and nullification, was gone.

Lyra’s final, desperate act had fundamentally changed the very landscape of the Abyss. The howling winds of chilling ice, the manifestation of her imploded domain, had swept across the entire layer, leaving behind a scene of profound, frozen desolation. Only Zarvok’s side of the battle, seemingly protected by an unknown influence, remained unaffected by the cataclysmic chill. As for Vorenza’s demon legions and the Empire’s forces below, they had long since been utterly annihilated, caught in the crossfire or crushed by the collateral damage wrought by the six-tier beings’ earlier, unrestrained attacks. Nothing but frozen, fragmented remnants remained of their conflict.

In Lyra’s place now stood a colossal mountain of jagged black ice, towering over the transformed landscape. Embedded within its icy peak was the frozen figure of Vorenza, her multi-faceted eyes wide with a look of pure, unadulterated rage. The ice around her crackled and groaned, spiderwebbing outwards as she exerted immense force. With a furious roar, she shattered the crystalline prison, shards of absolute zero ice exploding outwards.

Vorenza’s face was a hideous mask of anger as she broke free. That weak woman had played her. She had never anticipated such a suicidal, yet utterly devastating, move from the mage, and now she had paid a heavy price. The loss of her leg, though quickly regenerating with the power left of Korvin’s absorbed soul, was a deep, infuriating wound to her pride.

"But that leaves one," Vorenza thought, her multi-faceted eyes snapping to where Lyra had been. She reached out, a predatory instinct guiding her, to seize Lyra’s soul—a potent source of energy, a vital key to fully mending the strain of Korvin’s amplified attack and the sting of losing her leg. Her shadowy limb extended, grasping... and found nothing.

Her eyes, usually beacons of cold calculation, widened in genuine panic. There was no soul. Nothing. Lyra’s essence was utterly gone, consumed by her own ultimate sacrifice. Vorenza needed that soul. She needed it to complete her healing, to solidify her dominance, to recover the power lost in that audacious conceptual trick.

"NO. NONO!" The guttural cry tore from Vorenza’s throat, raw and uncharacteristic. This couldn’t be. This couldn’t have happened. She frantically spread her ethereal webs, casting them far and wide across the devastated landscape, desperately searching for even a wisp of Lyra’s essence, a lingering echo. But she was met with only an emptiness, a profound, absolute void where a soul should have been. Instead, a peculiar sensation began to seep into her: a coldness.

A strange, deeply disturbing coldness, not just physical, but conceptual, began to permeate Vorenza’s very being. It felt familiar, yet utterly foreign. Vorenza looked at Kaelen, who seemed to be stuck, his form motionless amidst the chilling air. She moved, testing her limbs, only to be welcomed by that same insidious sensation – a pervasive ’stillness’ that should have vanished with Lyra’s death. So why was it still happening? Why was the chilling nullification still binding her, however subtly?

"You wrench!" Vorenza’s voice, now a guttural roar of dawning horror and incandescent rage, ripped through the abyssal layer. In that moment of searing fury, she realized the terrible truth. Lyra, upon her death, had performed one last, ultimate act of vengeance. She had conceptually cursed Vorenza with her own Law, an eternal, insidious chill that would forever hamper the demon queen’s ability to weave, to move, to exist in absolute freedom.

Kaelen, his primary body’s computational systems whirring at a frantic pace, rapidly analyzed the horrifying sequence of events. The conclusion was stark and unforgiving: their own emotions and ego had gotten the best of them. Cornering Vorenza, pounding her into submission, the euphoria of winning against such a formidable foe had led them astray. They had gotten carried away, unable to accurately judge the battlefield, blind to the deeper currents of Vorenza’s cunning. Korvin’s death, Lyra’s desperate sacrifice – it was all due to their collective oversight.

Suddenly, Kaelen’s attention snapped back to the present. He noticed Vorenza’s multi-faceted eyes, now burning with renewed malevolence, locked onto his primary body. Without a second thought, the Self-Replicated Combat Unit immediately fell back, instinctively moving to interpose itself between Vorenza and Kaelen’s more vulnerable, calculating form.

Vorenza moved. As she burst forward, she didn’t just physically accelerate; she conceptually took the ’momentum’ of her movement and folded it into her speed. Her form shimmered, and she became a blur, almost a pure streak of light, hurtling across the devastated landscape, rapidly closing the distance on Kaelen’s main body, intent on delivering a final, annihilating strike. The lingering chill of Lyra’s curse still clung to her, but her rage and the raw conceptual power of her target seemed to briefly override its dampening effect.

The Self-Replicated Combat Unit, an Ogre-like blur of black iron, was already moving, hurtling back towards Kaelen’s main body. Yet, despite its formidable speed, Vorenza, now a streak of pure, horrifying light, was closing in with terrifying rapidity.

Seeing the inevitable, Kaelen’s primary body made a critical decision. It immediately ceased all complex calculations, redirecting every last computational resource and ounce of mana. Its sole focus now was to breach the gap between itself and the combat unit, to merge and become whole once more, the only conceivable way to face Vorenza’s onslaught.

With a surge of repurposed energy, the legs of Kaelen’s primary body coalesced and merged, forming a powerful, singular booster that ignited with a focused burst of light. It shot forward, accelerating towards the retreating Ogre construct. To the naked eye, it appeared as if three brilliant dots of light were rapidly converging, two fleeing, one pursuing, amidst the desolate Abyss.

With the Ogre construct’s head start and the main body’s desperate surge, it didn’t take long for the two forms to collide and merge. They flowed into each other, black iron and intricate conduits weaving seamlessly, consolidating into a single, more robust Kaelen. As they became whole, they allowed their combined form to free-fall, the momentum carrying them downward. Vorenza was scarily close, her favorite attack already launched a piercing stab with her obsidian leg, aimed to impale.

The free fall was a desperate gamble, but it saved Kaelen. He plummeted, creating crucial distance from Vorenza, who now found herself momentarily frozen by the relentless, conceptual grip of Lyra’s final curse. Kaelen, his form now whole and consolidated, noted the precise duration of her paralysis, already beginning to calculate the interval. But before he could fully ascertain the pattern, Vorenza snapped out of it, her multi-faceted eyes blazing with renewed anger.

Kaelen, abandoning the complex energy arrays, focused his immense mana and the Law of Recursive Self-Replication inward. With a surge of power, a massive, long energy sword and a glowing, equally vast energy shield materialized in his hands. It had been ages, millennia perhaps, since Kaelen, the techno-mage, had been forced to fight as a knight. This battle, despite its crushing losses, had been profoundly insightful for him. For someone whose future on the magi-tech path had seemed bleak, stagnated by a lack of novel data, Vorenza’s reality-bending abilities had provided an invaluable, brutal lesson.

Sadly, he had no time to convert this raw knowledge into refined strength, not with Vorenza still a threat. Taking a deep, calculated breath, Kaelen knew it was time to end this. _{fre eweb\(n)ovel(.)co(m)}

He burst forward, the boosters on his legs flaring to life, closing the distance between them in a heartbeat. He swung his massive energy sword low, aiming to cleave Vorenza in half. Vorenza, seeing the powerful strike, instinctively flew backward, her many legs scuttling in a rapid retreat to dodge. But as she pulled away, Kaelen followed up immediately, his energy shield detaching from his arm and hurtling after her, a glowing, spinning disc of pure force.

Vorenza, reacting with practiced speed, shot a thick strand of web, strong enough to intercept the hurled energy shield. But Kaelen was too quick. He closed the distance in a flash, snatching his shield from the web with a powerful tug. Without breaking stride, he lunged at Vorenza again, his massive energy sword sweeping in a wide, lethal arc.

Vorenza tried to dodge, her instincts screaming, but she was met by a terrifying sight: a perfect replica of Kaelen, shimmering into existence directly in her path. This construct, born of his Law of Recursive Self-Replication, had perfectly read her evasive movement and was waiting, its own energy sword thrust out, aiming to impale her.

Like playing a guitar string, Vorenza’s multi-limbed hand moved with impossible speed, weaving her web with desperate precision. She simultaneously wove the concept of ’Incorporeal’ into her immediate form. Kaelen’s replica’s sword, glowing fiercely, passed clean through her, a mere ghost of a hit as she shifted her body away, barely avoiding a solid strike.

Regaining her full, solid form, Vorenza noticed it: a jagged gash, surprisingly deep, oozing abyssal blood from her chitinous side. It seemed Kaelen’s replica’s stab, even through her quick conceptual shift, had found its mark more effectively than it had appeared.