The blast had gone far across, covering massive amounts of space.
When the black wave finally subsided, the silence that followed was worse than any scream.
No Mexus.
No Tokkun.
No nothing.
Just perfectly erased earth stretching to the horizon, as if the world itself had been wiped clean with a single stroke.
The Rune-Masked Figure let out a slow, satisfied breath. "Well… that was relatively easy…" He paused, savoring the emptiness. "Seems like our little side errand is finally done now. Let's head back to him, shall we?"
"Well yes… it seems so," the Void-Masked Figure answered, lowering its hands, the black aura shrinking back into its body like a satisfied beast returning to sleep. "Let's go."
They turned to leave, but at soon we they did they heard a loud.
"Now!!!."
Two voices, calm and perfectly synchronized.
The Rune and Void whipped around in perfect unison, masks tilting in identical shock.
"What the hell—" they said simultaneously, the words overlapping in disbelief.
Because there, standing exactly where the blast had detonated, were Mexus and Tokkun, untouched, alive, and smiling.
"They should be… erased…" the Rune-Masked Figure whispered, its voice cracking with something close to fear.
High above, Mexus hung in the air like a golden comet, Reibone raised high, yellow aura roaring around him in a halo of pure, unfiltered power. With every ounce of strength in his body, he swung downward.
"Condemning Wave: Divine Stream!"
A colossal wave of pure golden energy erupted from the blade—not a beam, but a literal tsunami of light that swallowed the sky. It tore across the battlefield, obliterating crystalline buildings in explosions of glittering shards, ripping trenches hundreds of meters long, erasing everything in its path with a deafening roar.
The wave slammed into the Void-Masked Figure like a god's judgment, carrying it backward at bone-shattering speed. The Rune-Masked Figure was caught in the edge, flung aside like a ragdoll despite its spatial wall. "Ugh!" it grunted, crashing into the ground hard enough to crater it.
The Void-Masked Figure was hurled hundreds of meters, smashing through crystalline spires and ancient dream-trees, the golden wave finally dissipating in a blinding flash that lit the horizon like a second sunrise.
Silence again.
Then footsteps.
Mexus landed with a heavy thud, boots cracking the ground, yellow aura still flickering around him like dying embers. Tokkun dropped beside him, red aura coiling like a serpent ready to strike.
"Huff… huff… while as exhilarating as that was…" the Void-Masked Figure rasped, pushing itself up from the rubble, its mask cracked in a spiderweb pattern, black aura flickering weakly, "…I fail to see the point of this… you came back from the dead… just to—"
Mexus moved.
In a blur too fast for thought, he was behind the Void-Masked Figure, arms locking around its torso in an unbreakable grip. Real, solid contact. The Void's eyes widened beneath the mask, the impossible becoming real.
"What—impossible… how are you—?"
"NOW!!!!!" Mexus roared, every muscle in his body straining, yellow aura exploding brighter as he held the Void in place.
Tokkun was already there.
He blurred forward, red aura condensing into a single, devastating point around his fist. He stopped inches from the Void's chest, the air itself warping under the pressure.
"Zero-Point-Impact."
BOOM.
The punch connected with a sound like the world cracking in half. The impact didn't just hit the core—it **shattered** it. A shockwave of crimson light erupted outward, flattening everything in a hundred-meter radius. The Void-Masked Figure screamed, a raw, guttural sound that echoed across the horizon, before collapsing to its knees, mask splintering further, body slumping forward in instant exhaustion.
"Huff… huff…"
"What the hell… how are you…?" the Rune-Masked Figure stammered, stumbling back, its sigils flickering in panic.
Mexus released the limp Void, letting it crumple to the ground, and turned to the Rune-Masked Figure with a slow, predatory grin.
"What? Surprised, are we?" His voice was low, mocking, dripping with satisfaction. "I thought we couldn't beat your… perfect synergy." He stepped forward, boots crunching on shattered crystal. "But since you really want to know how we did it… let me explain."
He didn't rush. He savored every word.
"From the start, I had a hypothesis. That invisible spatial wall you bragged about—250 meters, right? Untouchable. So me and Tokkun tested it. We hit it from every angle, every direction, as hard as we could. Nothing. Just like I expected." His grin widened. "Then came the real test. I sent a blast—wanted to see if pure energy could crack it. It didn't. But you know what I noticed?" He leaned in, voice dropping to a whisper. "Recoil. You slid. The wall took the force… but it still moved you."
Tokkun stepped up beside him, red aura still crackling. "And that's when we knew."
Mexus continued, eyes burning. "So we played dead. Acted like the plan failed. Like we were broken. And you—" he laughed, a sharp, triumphant bark—"you dropped your guard the second you thought we were erased. Classic arrogance."
The Rune-Masked Figure took another step back, sigils dimming.
"Then I hit you with the wave," Mexus said, gesturing to the devastation behind him. "Not to hurt you—though I wish it had—but to push the Void out of range. Out of that precious 250-meter bubble. And the moment he was clear…" He glanced at Tokkun, pride flashing in his eyes. "…he ended it."
Tokkun's masked face tilted slightly. "Zero-Point-Impact. Direct hit. Core shattered."
The Rune-Masked Figure's voice trembled. "This… this is absurd…"
"Is it?" Mexus and Tokkun said in unison, their smiles stretching wide, manic, victorious.
"'Cause you're about to go next."
The Rune-Masked Figure chuckled faintly, tense, desperate. "Do you really think… I don't have more runes?"
"Nah," Mexus dismissed instantly, voice cold. "You definitely don't."
"What the—?"
Mexus stepped closer, boots crunching. "Your power—Scriptomancy. The Magic of Writing. Old, extinct art. Elder Futhark runes, borrowing power from Norse and Greek gods. Takes time. Takes dream energy. And you?" He pointed at the Rune-Masked Figure's hidden hand, the one trembling behind its back. "You're trying to scribble another one right now. I can smell the desperation."
The Rune-Masked Figure froze.
Mexus blurred forward, hand snapping out like a viper. He seized the wrist mid-scribe, crushing the glowing pen in his grip. "No."
Tokkun was already moving.
He charged, red aura condensing into a single, devastating point. "Zero-Point-Impact."
BOOM.
The punch connected louder than the last, a sound that cracked the sky itself. The Rune-Masked Figure's core shattered on impact, the wooden mask exploding into splinters as it was launched backward, crashing into the ground in a lifeless heap.
Silence.
Tokkun stood over the fallen body, chest heaving, red aura flickering like dying embers. "That… took a lot out of me…" He paused, then looked at Mexus, voice low but steady. "…but that was actually… pretty darn efficient."
Mexus breathed heavily too, sweat beading on his brow beneath the kasa, yellow aura dimming to a soft glow. He turned to Tokkun, eyes softening for the first time in hours.
A slow, exhausted, but genuine smile spread across his face.
He raised his fist, knuckles scarred and bleeding.
Tokkun mirrored him, red aura fading, mask hiding his expression but not the tremor in his arm—the tremor of a man who had just stared into the abyss and walked out laughing.
Their fists met.
Not loud.
Not silent.
Just perfect.
The impact was soft, almost gentle, but it carried the weight of everything—every corpse, every scream, every second they thought they'd lost. The sound was small, but it echoed across the ruined battlefield like a heartbeat.
Two Drenors, standing in the wreckage of gods, alive when they should've been dust.
Mexus's smile widened, tired but unbreakable.
Tokkun's shoulders relaxed, the tension bleeding out of him like poison finally drawn.
They didn't need words.
They'd just proven the impossible.
Together.
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(Gng do I need to slow down the pacing s bit I know it's one of yes features —I make sure not to drag but this genuinely felt too fast"