Turning
Chapter 846

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Chapter 846

"There you are."

Yuder immediately ceased exerting his power and, stepping on the wind, dashed towards the shadowy figure lurking in the darkness.

A massive fire illuminated the darkness, revealing beneath it the bloodied body of Nahan, hunched in the shadows. His body, swollen and bulging as if about to burst, was hidden behind an illusion, tears streaming from his eyes.

In that brief moment when their eyes met...

"----!!!"

As Yuder unleashed his sword and powers toward Nahan, a cacophony of indistinguishable, enormous sounds overlapped in hundreds and thousands, assaulting his ears and mind.

Illusions, incomprehensible and targeting only Yuder, poured down like a colossal tidal wave.

All senses - sight, hearing, smell, taste, touch - surpassed the limits of his mind's comprehension. A terrifying sensation, as if his brain were screaming, engulfed him.

'This is...'

Yuder instinctively realized this was the final move Nahan had never used against other Awakeners, but had efficiently employed in killing the non-Awakeners. In the past, an Awakener of Yuder's level would not have been affected this much, but now, with his amplified power, it was different.

The brief blink of an eye stretched into days, years, an eternity.

• YudrainYudrainYudrainYudrainYudrainYudrainYudrainYudrain...!

• YuderYuderYuderYuderYuderYuderYuderYuderYuder…!

• The sinner, hear! You forget your duties and responsibilities. When the truth is revealed, you shamelessly accept your deserved punishment.

• Execution...

• If only it were all a joke...

• Ahahahahah.

Though he knew these were not real, his body refused to move. Suddenly, his vision whirled, and blood burst from his eyes, nose, and mouth. His knees buckled.

His entire body felt as if it were being scorched with a branding iron. His breath was stifled as if submerged in a water prison. His leg bones felt as though they were being extracted. Nails, hammered into his pierced stomach, twisted painfully, preventing healing. It was as if his neck was being severed by a blade.

All the pains he had ever experienced overlapped, reaching their limits.

At that moment, amidst the pain filled with agonizing noise, Yuder suddenly found a familiar silence.

Drinking monster blood wine, sitting alone in the dusty, Cavalry Commander's old office.

Watching the damp, dirty walls of the prison, feeling the torture on his body as if it were happening to someone else.

Every time he witnessed such scenes, he delved into his deepest self, strangely observing the empty and quiet things within him, counting the passing time.

The place was desolate, barren, and always silent. Where something once filled, now nothing grew ever again.

But it was his only sanctuary.

He didn't know then, but he suspects now. Those empty holes inside Yuder Aile. At the core of that place, where nothing else could intrude, there must have been something related to Kishiar.

Kishiar.

As he faintly recalled that name, a tickling sensation stirred inside his chest. Golden light flickered momentarily in his pitch-dark vision, then faded.

'Kishiar.'

Longing for it, he called out louder in his mind, and again, golden light was born. Gazing at the light that blossomed like a mirage and warmly enveloped him, Yuder felt the pain and cold gradually recede.

Just like that time when he was held in someone's embrace without a single gap, and they looked at the blazing stove together.

It felt as if only he and Yuder were the sole existences left in the world, on that particular day.

Yuder stretched out his unmoving hand, trying to grasp the light. And once more, he called out a name.

The moment he had lain prostrate before the guillotine, briefly looking up at the sky, recalling the last name as petals beautifully fluttered around him.

“...”

His ears, clogged and overwhelmed with blood, failed to hear the name he uttered.

But that alone was enough.

-…!

Responding to Yuder's call, the brilliant golden light, now a complete flame, began to push away everything that oppressed Yuder. Curses, pain, and even the black emotions that spread like stains, dared not approach the power and were repelled, liberating Yuder.

He could finally breathe properly. Sensation returned to his hands and feet. His ears gradually cleared, and lastly, his vision.

Only then did Yuder fully perceive the golden protective magic of Kishiar that enveloped him. He had thought it vanished with time, but it hadn't. The magic shone beautifully, difficult to look away from, like immense wings wrapped around Yuder.

“Haah... Haha... Ha.”

As he stared blankly at the protective magic, a faint, cough-like laughter reached his ears. Lowering his gaze, he saw Nahan, his chest impaled by his sword. Nahan was completely immobilized, bound by the powers of earth and water, unable to move an inch.

The force Yuder had unleashed while swinging his sword at the moment Nahan cast the illusion had done its job precisely, even amidst the chaos.

What had felt like an eternity was, in fact, not so. Yuder only fully realized this now.

Yuder took a deep breath and, with the remaining strength, released it into the air. A yellow flame flowed like a ribbon, cutting through the darkness, rising higher and higher.

That was the 'signal'.

'Once found… the curtain will finally lift.'

All that remained was to wait until then. Lacking the strength to change his position, Yuder decided to simply wait, half-mounted atop Nahan.

“...Let me go.”

Nahan murmured, barely moving his lips. The illusion power around him still faintly ebbed and flowed but was incomparably weaker than before.

Yet, Nahan continued to mutter, trying to convey his intent. Though few words were clearly audible, the surrounding illusions amplified his meaning.

“I finally know who I must take revenge on... I can't be defeated like this.”

“...”

“All the things I intended to do, were they really such grave sins?”

“What were you intending to do?”

As Yuder spoke, something pooled in his mouth slid out. The liquid, not clear but sticky and dark red, trickled down his chin.

A complete mess, but still, Yuder did not release the hilt of the sword impaling Nahan’s chest.

“Taking revenge... cleaning up all the trash, and then moving on to a new world..."

Yuder suddenly recalled a part of the conversation he had with Nahan in the caves of the East. Nahan's words seemed unchanged from then to now.

But was that really so?

“A new world, huh? Who exactly is in that world?”

“...”

“Tell me. What is that world, and who will you go with?”

Engaging in conversation with a rampaging Awakener, whose rationality was hardly intact, seemed like a fool's errand. Yet, witnessing this figure, still so fixated on revenge even in such a state, Yuder found it impossible to remain silent.

A new world solely for the Awakeners. The concept sounded appealing. But who, indeed, could actually join Nahan in this world he spoke of?

Nahan's followers were gone, and more than half of them had been abandoned by Nahan himself. Even Hosanna, the last one remaining, was now caught in his own rampage, facing imminent death. Did Nahan even fully grasp this reality?

"Do you remember the non-Awakeners you tried to kill in the West?"

Yuder asked quietly. Nahan did not respond.

"Are you aware that many of them later became Awakeners?"

Of course, he wouldn't know.

Yuder's thoughts drifted to Marty, who had struggled to accept her newfound status as an Awakener. Like her, many who had narrowly escaped death found it hard to endure their own awakening.

Those who feared and loathed their own power and desperately needed a suppression device. The man before him refused to consider that anyone could become an Awakener.

The divide between the Awakeners and the non-Awakeners was vast, yet also incredibly close.

"I once thought... that some of what you said before might have been right."

The words of Nahan from before had seemed to have their own reasoning and conviction.

Perhaps, if someone championing such beliefs had dedicated themselves to aiding the wounded and struggling Awakeners that were beyond the reach of the Cavalry, they might have formed a decent, implicit alliance.

But Nahan had succumbed to revenge, forsaking everything.

The 'new world' he now muttered about was no different from the ramblings of a brainwashed individual.

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In the autumn of his 18th year, after winning the high school kendo championship finals, an unexpected accident occurred.

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"Why was someone like you born into this world to make me so miserable? Do you understand when I say it like this?! You were born with talent for the sword, a bright personality, everything - you must have been laughing at me always lagging behind! Did you even know how pathetic I felt because of your stupid hypocrisy? A genius? What does any of that matter!"

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Is this... VT?

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He lifted it,

Moved it,

And took another step to touch the ground again.

So easily. As if there had never been any problem with this leg from the beginning.

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At that moment, something that was neither joy nor emotion shot up his spine. Suddenly feeling a lump in his throat, he lowered his head and leaned against the wall. His right foot, bearing his weight, was doing its job perfectly.

"..."

Holding back the tightness in his throat, he took another step.

It didn't hurt. It wasn't heavy. His leg was no longer a useless piece of wood that ached.

Damn it, to be able to walk so easily like this.

To be able to run so easily like this.

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"Kap. ...There seems to be a misunderstanding. That's not what I meant."

Just as he was thinking he should throw a punch, Yu-wan sighed with a troubled look and said.

A misunderstanding? How could it be a misunderstanding when he said with his own mouth that he didn't think of me as a friend?

"I didn't expect to receive such a question suddenly, so my explanation was probably too brief. Let me rephrase."

Yu-wan reached out his hand, his face completely changed from before - intense yet resolute - as he stared at him. As he didn't reject the hand suddenly approaching his face and kept his gaze fixed, his cool large hand touched his cheek completely.

A shiver ran down his spine at that moment.

"I'm sorry to say this to you, but I don't see you only as a friend. ...This is the complete answer."

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Jin Soram, the top-ranked hunter representing South Korea's Rift Phenomenon Management Headquarters, is stronger than anyone else and lazier than anyone else. As soon as he arrives at the office, he buries himself under a blanket and falls asleep. When he goes out on a mission, he causes accidents and returns to the office, often shirking his duties.

"Do you know how it feels to play a game that's already messed up? ...Anyway, the next round will come, so this time, I'm just going to play it recklessly."

In fact, his true identity is someone who has regressed through three lives, trying to save the world from the Great Rift but failing each time. After repeating a life where he couldn't sleep peacefully even for a day, he became completely exhausted before this life even began.

"I know. You worked hard, Jin Soram."

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