Dancing on the golden ashes

The tide of battle suddenly shifted, as my presence wreaked havoc, a storm meant to destroy everything in its wake. I wasn't a mere destroyer—perhaps I was, but in this moment, I was more than that. I was just the girl with power at her disposal. And right now, at the peak of my newfound strength, as I reached the Eternity Stage, I felt it—an overwhelming surge of energy that crashed through me like nothing before. The power was so immense that it washed over my entire being, flooding me with a sensation of absolute command. I didn't even expect the destruction that followed. Yet, as I stood there, watching the world crumble before me, the prophecy seemed true—indeed, I would be the one to destroy this world after all.

I stood still, observing as the planet trembled beneath my weight. It cried out in agony, its very core in torment. Lava erupted from every crack, searing the air, and even as the ground cracked open and the sky darkened, I found myself unmoved by the chaos. I couldn't bring myself to care. If the planet exploded, where would I go? Where could I take the people who mattered to me? It didn't matter, did it? In the end, we would find a way—we will find a way, one way or another.

"Y-You… you monster!" Jeong Suhan's voice quivered in disbelief, the words slipping through his trembling lips. I didn't even look at him as he stood there, wide-eyed, watching the aftermath of my power. Half of his troops were wiped from existence, their bodies scattered, their souls lost to the void—no, they hadn't even had time to scream. Both the ground and the skies had been annihilated. His forces, so vast only moments ago, had been reduced to mere dust and ash. And now the remainder of his army, scattered and broken, had no hope of reaching me unless they were teleported again. But most of them couldn't even fly, and the few that could barely posed any threat, their low-level statuses rendering them useless. They were nothing—mere pawns in my path to something greater.

"Yes, I'm a monster," I responded, my voice void of emotion, each word as cold as the ice where my heart used to be. "But I'm not like you. At least I have the power—and with it, I can do as I please. No more will you and your kind bully me, no more will you make me the enemy of everyone, expecting me to cower, expecting me to keep running. I'm done running, and I'm done caring about the world. The world has nothing for me anymore. Only my family here, only them, will accept me, and for their safety, I will kill you today. And after you… I will come for him—your master—or should I say, your owner?"

I tried to smile, just a flicker of something, but it didn't come. I tried to feel something. But I didn't.

To be honest, the only reason I even felt the need to kill this bastard was because of a pure, instinctual drive—a fire etched into my bones. It wasn't about having a heart anymore. It was about hate. A deep, seething hatred that ran through my veins. I hated him—I hated him to my core. And now, with all the power at my disposal, I had become a cold, relentless killing machine, with him as my only target. All others? They were nuisances, insignificant, irrelevant. I wiped them out in a heartbeat, their presence nothing more than a fleeting inconvenience. But he? He would die today…

"You're nothing more than a psychopath who was given the wrong power," he spat, his words dripping with venom. "You should have died the day you were brought here. No… I should have made you worse—put you in a jail cell and let you rot in that shitty world you came from. I should have killed you myself the moment you decided to step over me, become better than me in video games. I knew my days were already over, but you—you—were just a damn woman who should've been doing the dishes for me, serving me at night. But no, you wanted more. You wanted to be the best, stand above everyone… and I fucking hate that. I HATE YOU standing above me, looking down on me! GAON!"

His body erupted with an intense surge of power, the very air around us trembling beneath the force. The world itself seemed to shake in response to his fury, as if the heavens themselves were bowing to his wrath. Countless wisps of soul energy began to swirl around him, feeding into him, amplifying his strength. It was as if the entire universe had chosen him, as if it had anointed him the savior, the main character, and I was the one it hated—the one it longed to see destroyed.

"Seems like the world's been poisoned by that damn fool creator," I muttered, watching as the world twisted itself to serve him. The heavens, with their blinded will, had rallied behind this idiot—selfish, egotistical, incapable of seeing anything beyond his own hatred. Even with all this support, even with the power it bestowed upon him, even if it pushed him into the next realm, making him immortal, I knew one thing. He would lose. He would lose in the end.

"Let us help," Seong-hoon said, his face etched with concern. "His power is spiraling out of control. We know you're strong, but you've just been reborn as well. Are you sure you can control your power and win against him?"

"I'm fine. I don't need help," I replied, my voice flat, unwavering. "Please, focus on killing everyone in this world. Not a single soul will be left standing in my wake. I want to destroy this place and move somewhere else. Today, I declare this world dead. No more the world of no end. It's time for it to end."

My words were cold, as if erasing an entire world was no more complex than solving a simple equation—1+1. But right now, not only did I feel no attachment to this place, I didn't even want to look at it anymore. I couldn't feel, not anymore, but I still had memories. And even though some of them were beautiful, most were nightmares I longed to forget. The weight of those nightmares pressed on my soul like an iron chain.

I flapped my cream-colored wings, each motion a divine decree that I was the strongest. Every feather seemed to shimmer with an ethereal glow as they danced in the air, rippling the atmosphere around me. Crimson lightning crackled for a split second, adding power to each flap, boosting both my speed and the destructive energy that surged within me.

My white scythe materialized in my hands, its presence as natural as breathing. In less than a blink, I was already moving, my body a blur, and I slashed at Jeong Suhan, still basking in the borrowed power of the world itself. My attack was merciless, driven by a single purpose—to end him. There was no hesitation, no mercy in my heart. I aimed for his neck, intent on claiming his head as my trophy.

A cream-colored aura wrapped around my scythe, and the air trembled with the force of the impending blow. Rifts appeared in the atmosphere, distorting the very fabric of space around me. The scythe, now imbued with immense cosmic and soul energy, cut through the air, a deadly extension of my will. When it struck Jeong Suhan, his head flew from his shoulders in a brutal arc, but to my surprise, it reattached instantly.

"Interesting…" I muttered, my voice devoid of emotion. "Seems like the world is not only giving you power but also immortality as long as it stands… good."

I shifted my attention, focusing on the next step of my plan.

Everybody, rush to outer space. Wrap your faces with cosmic energy, and you'll be able to breathe. There can be no question. Execute the command now… I said within my mind, knowing my beasts and demons would hear my command instantly. Soon, all of them were rushing toward the void beyond this world.

I no longer needed them to finish the job. I would simply destroy the world that supported my mortal enemy. It was the most logical way to eliminate him, and I would execute it without fail.

I shot back in a blur, the world around me distorting as I moved. My hand rose to the air, and in response, billions of black orbs—souls of my enemies—rose with me, swirling around like a dark storm. Each orb pulsed with the essence of those I had slain, and with each soul that joined the mass, I grew stronger. Strong enough to end everything.

"What are you doing?" His expression shifted, his eyes widening as he realized something had changed.

"Nothing…" I replied, my voice as cold as the power surging through me. "I don't think you know my role all too well. After all… I'm a death eater."