Extra Borne: Transmigrated Into A System Apocalypse Soulsborne Novel-Chapter 61 - 59: The Waste Of Eternity (3)

The Wasteland of Lament extended beyond comprehension, beyond Infinite understanding, an endless expanse of fractured null existence. Its ground was a chaotic network of jagged fissures, each crack leaking a faint, formless glow that flickered like a dying flame. Above, the sky was a void, empty yet oppressive, as though the remnants of creation had been drained away, leaving only a hollow echo of what once was.

Light existed here, but not as it did elsewhere. It emanated without a source, pale and weak, as though it had struggled through layers, eons of decay just to exist. The air carried a paradoxical weight.. thick enough to suffocate, yet motionless, rippling only when disturbed by the faint hum of the fractured empty void.

At the center of this broken realm stood the Waste of Eternity.

Her figure was both awe-inspiring and terrible. Vast, jagged wings unfurled behind her, their edges shimmering faintly, refracting light that seemed borrowed from some far-off, forgotten star. The shadows they cast were not her own; they shifted unnaturally, bending and twisting as though obeying laws that defied comprehensive understanding.

Her eyes, blacker, darker than the empty void itself, reflected nothing... no light, no emotion, no hint of the person she might have once been. They were infinite abysses, bottomless pits of hate that consumed everything they gazed upon.

The ground beneath her pulsed faintly, cracks spidering outward with every slow, measured breath she took. Her presence alone was a wound, a parasite upon the fabric of null existence, her rage a force that could not be contained.

And then, the stillness shattered.

Then from the fractured veil of darkness, a figure emerged.

At first, it was nothing more than a distortion in the void, a ripple that defied focus. But as it stepped forward, it became clear... painfully so. The figure sharpened with each step, as though existence itself was forced to acknowledge her presence.

She was young, perhaps no older than sixteen, yet something about her defied the concept of youth. Her long, white hair spilled down her back like a cascade of liquid silver, pristine and untouched by the oppressive atmosphere of the Wasteland. Her eyes, a deep and unnatural blue, gleamed with an unsettling light, as if they harbored secrets no mortal or being mind could comprehend.

Her expression was playful, almost disarmingly so. A sly smile tugged at her lips, but there was nothing innocent about it. There was an edge to her demeanor, a sharpness that spoke of a mind as calculating as it was dangerous.

"Why have you come here?" The Waste of Eternity’s voice rumbled like distant thunder, the force of it deepening the fissures beneath her feet. "Do you think I care about the story?"

The girl tilted her head, her smile widening ever so slightly. "I didn’t ask if you cared about the story," she replied, her voice soft but laden with an unsettling certainty. She stepped forward with unhurried grace, her movements disturbingly fluid and calm despite everything. "I said you’re breaking the pacing of it."

The Waste of Eternity’s wings twitched, a subtle but unmistakable ripple of malice and hate radiating from her form.

The girl’s tone remained light, almost teasing. "Do you think readers enjoy a story where the pacing is ruined by an unnecessary interruption? Picture this: an action sequence... tension mounting, stakes climbing.... and then…" She spread her hands in a mock gesture of grandeur, her smile turning into a smirk. "Poof! a scene that doesn’t belong."

She let out an exaggerated sigh, shaking her head in mock disappointment. "If I were a reader, I would’ve dropped the book already. Bad pacing kills immersion, you know?"

The Waste of Eternity’s void-black eyes narrowed, the infinite voids within them focusing on the girl. "Do you think you can stop my revenge?" Her voice grew harsher, each word reverberating through the broken empty space like a hammer striking glass.

The girl let out a soft laugh, the sound delicate yet somehow unnerving. "Stop you?" she repeated, her tone lilting with amusement. "When did I say that?"

She took another step forward, her movements slow, her gaze unyielding. "You didn’t even ask if I’d help you."

The Waste of Eternity faltered, her wings stilling as suspicion flickered across her expression.

"Eternity, Eternity, Eternity…" the girl sang, her voice dripping with mockery. "That vile brother of mine. So consumed by power, so blind to everything else." She paused, her smile fading just enough to reveal the edges of something darker.

"Did you know he betrayed me too?" Her voice softened, but the weight of her words seemed to hang in the air, oppressive and unshakable. "He did. He always does. And like you, I’ve waited. Waited for the perfect moment to take it all away from him… though I can’t do it alone, because it wouldn’t make the story any fun..."

The Waste of Eternity remained silent, her void-black eyes narrowing as they searched the girl’s expression for any trace of deceit.

The girl extended her hand, her smile returning, wide and inviting. "Why don’t we work together?" she said, her voice soft but steady. "You’ll get your revenge, and I’ll ensure your plan succeeds. No interruptions. No distractions. Just… perfection."

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The Wasteland seemed to hold its breath, the oppressive silence deepening.

The Waste of Eternity’s gaze lingered on the outstretched hand, uncertainty flickering in her eyes.

The girl tilted her head, her smile unwavering. "Think about it," she murmured, her voice echoing faintly in the vast emptiness. "Your wrath, my mind. Together, we could rewrite everything."

For a moment, the Waste of Eternity seemed poised to respond, her wings shifting slightly. But the girl’s gaze abruptly shifted, her unnaturally blue eyes focusing on something unseen.

"Oh, before I forget…" she said lightly, turning away as if the conversation had already concluded. "I don’t want anyone overhearing spoilers just yet."

She raised her hand and snapped her fingers.

Blank!

The empty space collapsed, and all that remained was,

Silence.

An Empty Silence.....