羞辱尤娜3小游戏

Chapter 98: Volume 2, Chapter 42: "Shattered Threads"

Marcus and Selene had engaged the Severed, their blades clashing with the dark energy that surrounded the shadowy figures. The Severed moved like ghosts, their forms fluid and unnatural, slipping in and out of the shadows with terrifying speed. But Marcus and Selene fought with relentless determination, holding the line as Cole and Elara focused on the Knot.

"We don\'t have much time," Elara said, her voice tight with strain. "The Knot is more unstable than I thought. If we don\'t stabilize it soon..."

She didn\'t need to finish the sentence. Cole could feel the Knot unraveling beneath his fingers, the threads slipping through his grasp no matter how hard he tried to hold them together. The pressure in his mind grew, the familiar hum of the void growing louder, more insistent.

"Hold on," he muttered under his breath, his hands shaking as he pulled the threads tighter. "Just a little more..."

But the void wasn\'t going to wait.

As Cole reached for another thread, a shockwave of dark energy rippled through the air, sending him staggering backward. The Severed had shifted their focus, and one of them was now advancing toward him and Elara, its form flickering like a shadow in the wind.

Elara\'s eyes widened as she saw the approaching figure. "Cole, look out!"

Before he could react, the Severed lashed out, its tendrils of dark energy coiling around him like a vice. Pain shot through his body as the void\'s presence invaded his mind, its cold whispers echoing in the back of his thoughts.

"Let go," the void whispered, its voice like ice. "You can\'t stop this."

Cole gritted his teeth, fighting against the crushing pressure in his mind. He couldn\'t let the void win. Not now. Not when they were so close.

"Get off him!" Marcus roared, his sword slicing through the air as he charged toward the Severed.

The dark tendrils snapped as Marcus\'s blade cut through them, and the Severed recoiled, its form flickering in and out of existence. Marcus didn\'t hesitate, pressing the attack with a series of swift, brutal strikes, forcing the shadowy figure back.

Cole gasped for breath, the pressure in his mind easing slightly as the void\'s hold loosened. He staggered to his feet, his vision still blurred from the pain, but there was no time to recover. The Knot was still fraying, and the void\'s presence was growing stronger with every passing second.

"Are you okay?" Elara asked, her voice filled with concern as she pulled him back to the Knot.

"I\'m fine," Cole lied, his head still pounding. "We need to finish this."

Elara nodded, her focus returning to the threads of the Veil. "I\'ll stabilize the core. You focus on reinforcing the outer layers. If we can create a strong enough barrier, we can keep the void from breaking through."

Cole\'s hands trembled as he reached for the threads again, his mind still reeling from the void\'s attack. But he pushed the pain aside, forcing himself to focus. The Knot was close to collapsing, its threads stretched to their limit. He could feel the void pressing against them, like a storm battering against a fragile dam.

With every ounce of concentration, Cole began weaving the threads together, pulling them tight and reinforcing the barrier around the Knot. The energy pulsed beneath his fingers, flickering with instability, but slowly—agonizingly slowly—the threads began to hold.

Behind them, the sound of battle raged on. Selene moved like a dancer, her blade flashing in the dim light as she struck down another of the Severed. Marcus fought beside her, his powerful strikes driving back their attackers with relentless force. But the Severed were not easily defeated. For every one they cut down, another seemed to rise from the shadows, their dark forms shifting and reforming like smoke.

"We can\'t hold them off forever!" Marcus shouted, his voice strained with effort. "You two need to hurry!"

"We\'re almost there!" Elara called back, her hands glowing brighter as she focused all her energy on the Knot.

But Cole could feel it too—the Severed weren\'t just attacking them physically. They were pulling at the Knot, unraveling the threads from the inside, using the void\'s energy to destabilize the very fabric of reality. Every time he pulled a thread tight, it seemed to fray even more, as if the Severed were working against him, one step ahead.

"They\'re pulling the Knot apart faster than we can weave it!" Cole shouted, frustration mounting in his chest.

Elara\'s face was pale, her brow furrowed in concentration. "We need more power. The amulet—"

Before she could finish, the ground beneath them shook violently, and a deep, resonant sound filled the air. The Knot pulsed once, twice—and then it began to unravel completely.

Cole\'s heart stopped.

"No..." he whispered, his eyes wide with horror as the threads of the Knot snapped one by one, the void\'s dark energy pouring through the breach like a flood.

Elara\'s hands glowed brightly as she reached for the amulet, but it was too late. The Knot was collapsing, and the void was breaking through.

"We can\'t stop it!" Elara cried, her voice filled with despair. "It\'s too strong!"

The air around them grew colder, darker, as the void\'s presence consumed the valley. The Severed withdrew, their dark forms flickering out of existence as the void took hold. Cole could feel the pressure in his mind intensifying, the cold whispers of the void growing louder, more insistent.

"Let go," the void whispered again, its voice wrapping around him like a shroud. "There is nothing left to save."

Cole fell to his knees, his body shaking from the strain of holding the threads together. The void\'s presence was overwhelming, suffocating, and he could feel himself slipping, losing his grip on the Veil.

But even as the void pressed in, even as the Knot collapsed around them, a single thought burned in Cole\'s mind.

He couldn\'t give up.

Not yet.

With a surge of determination, Cole reached for the amulet in Elara\'s hands. The Guardian artifact pulsed with energy, and as his fingers touched its cool surface, he felt a jolt of power surge through him.

The void recoiled.

The amulet\'s light flared, casting the shadows of the void into retreat. Cole could feel the threads of the Veil responding, strengthening, pulling together as the void\'s hold weakened.

"Keep going!" Elara urged, her voice filled with hope.

Cole gritted his teeth, channeling all his energy into the amulet. The threads of the Knot began to reform, the flickering light growing brighter as the void\'s presence faded. Slowly, painfully, the Knot began to stabilize, its threads pulling tight, sealing the breach.

The air grew still.

The void\'s whispers faded into silence.

Cole collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath as the amulet\'s light dimmed. The Knot was stable—barely—but it had held.

For now.

"Is it... over?" Selene asked, her voice tentative as she lowered her blade.

Marcus glanced around the valley, his eyes scanning the shadows for any sign of the Severed. But there was nothing. The void\'s presence had receded, leaving only the faint hum of the Veil behind.

Elara knelt beside Cole, her face filled with relief. "We did it," she said softly. "We stopped the breach."

But as Cole lay there, exhausted and drained, he couldn\'t shake the feeling that this victory was temporary. The void had retreated, but it wasn\'t gone. It was still out there, waiting, watching, and it would strike again.

"Yeah," Cole muttered, his voice barely a whisper. "For now."