羞辱尤娜3小游戏

Chapter 133: Volume 2, Chapter 77: "Fractured Realities"

"Cole!" Elara\'s voice cut through the chaos, sharp and panicked.

Cole blinked, his vision clearing as he saw Elara scrambling to her feet, her hands glowing faintly with the threads of the Veil. Her expression was one of desperation as she reached out, trying to stabilize the fraying threads that surrounded them.

But the Severed had already begun their work.

The heart of the Veil pulsed with a dark, violent energy, the threads of reality around it quivering as the void pushed through. The Severed chanted in unison, their voices low and dissonant, filling the air with an eerie, otherworldly hum. The dark figure at the center, their leader, stood with arms raised, a malevolent smile twisting across their shadowed face.

"We have to stop them!" Marcus shouted, his voice rough as he staggered to his feet, sword in hand. "They\'re tearing everything apart!"

Selene was already moving, her blade flashing in the dim light as she sprinted toward the nearest Severed. Her movements were fluid, precise, but the Severed were fast—too fast. They shifted and flickered like shadows, their forms slipping through the air as if they were part of the void itself.

Selene\'s blade passed through one of the Severed, but instead of striking solid flesh, it met only empty air. The figure flickered, dissolving into smoke before reappearing a few feet away, continuing its chant as if nothing had happened.

"They\'re manipulating the Veil!" Elara shouted, her voice filled with frustration. "They\'re using the heart\'s power to warp reality!"

Cole\'s grip tightened on the hilt of his sword as he pushed himself forward, his heart racing. The Severed were tearing the world apart, using the heart to bend the very fabric of existence to their will. If they succeeded, there would be nothing left—only the void.

"We need to disrupt the heart\'s connection to the Veil," Elara called out, her hands moving rapidly as she tried to weave the fraying threads together. "If we can break their hold on it, we might be able to stabilize the Veil."

"How do we do that?" Cole asked, his voice tight with tension.

Elara\'s eyes flicked to the heart of the Veil, her expression grim. "We have to weaken the Severed\'s control over the heart. We need to interrupt their chant, break their concentration. Without their influence, the heart will be vulnerable."

Marcus gritted his teeth, his sword raised as he charged toward the Severed leader. "Then let\'s break their concentration."

Cole followed, his sword ready, but even as they moved, the Severed leader raised a hand, and another wave of dark energy surged through the chamber. The ground shook violently, cracks spreading across the stone floor as the walls trembled and groaned under the strain.

"Do you really think you can stop us?" the leader\'s voice echoed through the air, cold and mocking. "The Veil is ours. The heart belongs to the void."

Cole\'s chest tightened as he felt the weight of the void pressing down on him, the air around him growing thick and heavy. But he forced himself to keep moving, his gaze locked on the heart of the Veil, which pulsed with a dark, unsettling light.

"We can\'t let them finish!" Cole shouted, his voice hoarse as he closed the distance between himself and the leader.

The Severed leader\'s glowing eyes flicked toward him, their smile widening. "You are too late."

But before the leader could strike, Marcus was there, his sword cutting through the air with a powerful swing. The leader shifted, their form flickering, but Marcus\'s blade grazed their shoulder, drawing a sharp hiss of pain.

The chanting faltered for a moment, the other Severed pausing as the leader staggered back, clutching their wound.

"Now!" Elara shouted, her hands glowing brighter as she reached for the heart. "I can feel the threads loosening!"

Cole\'s sword sliced through the air toward the nearest Severed, but just before it made contact, the figure flickered and vanished, reappearing several feet away. The Severed\'s dissonant chant resumed almost immediately, their voices weaving through the chamber like a dark, corrupted echo of the Veil itself.

"They\'re shifting through the Veil!" Selene growled in frustration as her blade passed harmlessly through another flickering figure. "It\'s like trying to fight shadows."

"Then we need to break their control over the Veil!" Elara\'s voice rang with urgency. Her hands moved rapidly as she tried to untangle the fraying threads of the Veil that vibrated around them, glowing faintly under her touch.

The Severed leader was still staggered from Marcus\'s attack, clutching their side where his blade had struck. But their glowing eyes remained fixed on Cole and the others, burning with cold malice. "You think you can stop this?" they spat, their voice reverberating through the chamber. "The heart has already bent to the will of the void."

Cole\'s heart pounded as he focused on the leader\'s words. If the heart was being controlled, then the Severed had managed to corrupt it—turning the very thing that maintained the balance between their world and the void into a weapon. If they didn\'t break the connection, the Severed would be unstoppable.

"We\'re not too late yet," Cole said, tightening his grip on his sword. He could feel the pulse of the Veil beneath the surface of the world, fragile and trembling, but still there. It wasn\'t gone—not yet.

"Elara, keep working on the heart!" Cole called, moving toward the Severed leader. "We\'ll keep them busy."

Elara nodded, her face tense with concentration as she continued weaving the threads. She was fighting against a tide that threatened to rip everything apart, but she wasn\'t giving up—not when they still had a chance.

Marcus and Selene were already engaging the Severed, their movements swift and deadly, but the Severed shifted in and out of reality with unnatural speed, their forms flickering like phantoms. Cole could feel the Veil warping around them, twisting to the will of the heart, which pulsed with increasing intensity at the center of the chamber.

As Cole closed in on the Severed leader, he could feel the oppressive presence of the void bearing down on him, pressing against his mind like a suffocating weight. The leader\'s eyes gleamed with malevolent satisfaction, their lips curling into a cruel smile.

"You can\'t win," the leader said, their voice a chilling whisper. "The void is eternal. It will consume everything."

"Not today," Cole growled, charging forward with a surge of adrenaline. His sword arced through the air, aiming for the leader\'s chest, but just as the blade was about to strike, the leader\'s form flickered and vanished, reappearing behind him.

Before Cole could react, a blast of dark energy slammed into him from behind, sending him sprawling across the chamber floor. His sword clattered to the ground as pain shot through his body, the force of the impact knocking the wind from his lungs.

"Cole!" Elara\'s voice rang out, panic lacing her words.

He gasped for air, struggling to push himself up, but the Severed leader was already moving toward him, their hand raised as dark tendrils of energy crackled in the air around them. Cole\'s heart pounded in his chest as he scrambled for his sword, but before he could reach it, the leader\'s hand shot forward, a blast of energy aimed directly at him.

Time seemed to slow as the void energy streaked toward him, the weight of its presence filling his mind with cold, suffocating fear. But just before it made contact, Marcus was there, his shield raised, deflecting the blast with a grunt of effort.

"You\'re not dying on me today," Marcus said, his voice strained as he braced himself against the force of the attack.

Cole nodded, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he grabbed his sword and staggered to his feet. The Severed leader hissed in frustration, their eyes narrowing as they prepared another strike, but Marcus didn\'t give them a chance.

With a roar of defiance, Marcus charged forward, his sword gleaming as he swung at the leader with all his strength. The leader flickered, their form vanishing again, but this time Marcus was ready. He pivoted mid-swing, adjusting his strike just as the leader reappeared, his blade slicing through their defenses and catching them off guard.

The leader stumbled back, blood dripping from the wound on their side, their face twisted in pain and fury. "You can\'t stop the void," they spat, their voice trembling with rage. "You can\'t stop us."

"We don\'t need to stop the void," Cole said, stepping forward to stand beside Marcus, his sword raised. "We just need to stop you."

The leader\'s glowing eyes flickered with a mixture of anger and fear as they glanced toward the heart of the Veil, which continued to pulse with dark energy, the threads of the Veil trembling under its influence. But as Cole watched, he saw something shift—the light around the heart flickered, dimming slightly as Elara\'s efforts began to take hold.

"Elara, keep going!" Cole shouted, his heart pounding with renewed hope. "It\'s working!"

Elara\'s hands moved faster, her fingers weaving the threads together with a practiced precision. The Severed\'s control over the heart was weakening, and the connection between the heart and the void was beginning to fray.

But the Severed weren\'t giving up without a fight.

With a snarl, the leader raised their hands, summoning another wave of dark energy that surged toward Cole and Marcus. The force of the attack was overwhelming, pushing them back as the ground beneath their feet cracked and splintered. But they held their ground, refusing to let the Severed regain control.

"We need to break their concentration completely!" Selene called, her blade flashing as she continued to engage the other Severed. "If they can\'t maintain their connection to the heart, we can sever it for good."

Cole nodded, his mind racing as he searched for a way to disrupt the Severed\'s control over the Veil. They were manipulating the threads, using the heart\'s power to twist reality itself—but if they could interrupt that flow of energy, even for a moment, it might be enough.

"Elara, is there a way to disrupt the threads they\'re using?" Cole asked, his voice strained as he blocked another blast of energy from the Severed leader.

Elara\'s eyes flicked toward the heart, her expression tense. "If I can get close enough, I might be able to sever their connection to the heart directly. But it\'s dangerous. The threads are fragile right now, and if I make a mistake..."

"You won\'t," Marcus said, his voice steady. "We\'ll cover you. Just tell us what you need."

Elara hesitated for a moment, then nodded, determination flashing in her eyes. "I\'ll need a few moments to focus. Keep them off me."

Without another word, she began moving toward the heart, her hands glowing as she reached out to the threads of the Veil.

The Severed leader\'s eyes widened in realization, and they lashed out with a furious burst of energy, their movements growing more erratic as they tried to maintain control over the heart. "You can\'t do this!" they shrieked, their voice filled with desperation. "The void will consume you all!"

But Cole and Marcus were already moving, their swords flashing as they blocked the leader\'s attacks, forcing them to fall back. Selene was a blur of motion, her blade cutting through the air as she kept the other Severed at bay, her movements sharp and precise.

Elara reached the heart, her hands trembling as she focused on the threads. The energy surrounding the heart pulsed violently, the connection to the void still strong, but Elara\'s presence was beginning to disrupt the flow.

"Almost there," Elara whispered, her voice strained as she pulled at the threads, unraveling the Severed\'s control.

With a final, desperate snarl, the Severed leader lunged forward, their hands crackling with dark energy. But Cole was faster. He stepped in front of Elara, his sword raised, and in one swift motion, he drove his blade through the leader\'s chest.

The leader gasped, their eyes widening in shock as the dark energy around them flickered and died. Their body collapsed to the ground, and the other Severed faltered, their connection to the heart severed.

"Elara, now!" Marcus shouted, his voice filled with urgency.

Elara\'s hands moved swiftly, pulling the last of the threads together as she severed the Severed\'s hold on the heart.

The heart of the Veil flared, its dark energy dissipating as the threads stabilized.

The Severed\'s control was broken.