Extra Borne: Transmigrated Into A System Apocalypse Soulsborne Novel-Chapter 74 - 72: Fleeting Struggle

Screech

The screech continued as Agon’s body convulse unnaturally on the cracked shimmering surface of the void, his breath ragging, his eyes opened wide. His apparent death began to fracture.

His chest heaved unnaturally, a gasp that sounded like a broken machine struggling to start. His arms jerked upward, twisting at impossible angles with a sickening crack. Bone realigned itself unsettling beneath torn skin. The muscles seemed to ripple and harden, like they were being forged anew in the fires of torment.

Crack.

The other arm followed suit, the sound of splintered bone accompanied by an unsettling shift in its texture. Agon’s skin ashen, becoming a warped amalgamation of light flesh and mist. His legs, once mangled beyond repair, twisted unnaturally, snapping back into place with the speed of a predator’s joints. It was as if the very grief that had broken him was now reforging him, each movement carrying the weight of all he had endured.

From the jagged fractures in his body, a dense, swirling mist began to seep. It coalesced around him, clinging to his battered skin like a living thing. The mist pulsed, shifting, solidifying.

Alter Yadred stood still, watching the spectacle unfold. His towering form radiating grief and despair, his very presence a suffocating weight that pressed against the edges of existence. The hollow blue burning gaze of his eyes reflected the monstrous transformation before him.

"So, you’ve decided to fight," Yadred murmured, his voice like the low toll of a funeral bell. He folded his arms, accessing Agon’s transformation. "Is this your answer, Wanderer? To lose yourself to madness?... Do you truly believe that clawing at the edges of sanity will save you?"

Agon’s body trembled violently as the mist thickened, weaving itself into a ghastly carapace. Tendrils of dark-ash slithered across his flesh, forming jagged, vein-like patterns. The mist’s texture became more solid, taking on an otherworldly sheen that gleamed like liquid mist. His form grew slightly taller, yet monstrously lithe, his movements unnaturally fluid, like a predator born of nothingness.

Du! Du! Du!

The ground beneath him pulsed in rhythm with the transformation, each beat a heartbeat of raw untamable mist power. The mist now resembled a living armor, its surface rippling and shifting as if imbued with sentience. It clung to Agon, merging smoothly with his battered flesh, reshaping him into something unrecognizable.

The creature that once was Agon stirred.

Its head snapped upward, and a guttural growl escaped its throat... a sound so primal, so filled with unrestrained rage, that it seemed to ripple through the empty void itself. Its once-human face was obscured, overtaken by the encroaching ashen mist. Two blazing, sickly blue eyes burned within the madness of its form, their light casting unsettling darkness across the desolate empty space.

Yadred raised a single hand, calmly beckoning. His grieving voice cut through the silence like a blade. "Show me, then. Show me your fleeting struggles. Prove to me that this madness of yours is worth anything."

As if in response, the twisted form of Agon lunged forward, a blur of mist and fury.

Yadred didn’t flinch. He extended his arm, and the air around him seemed to weep. Ethereal droplets formed out of nothing, falling like tears, each one shimmering with a mournful light. Tears of the Void.

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The spectral rain struck Agon mid-lunge, exploding on impact. The empty void itself seemed to recoil from the force, shockwaves rippling outward. The blasts shredded parts of Agon’s mist-armored berserked form, tearing more into his battered flesh and leaving jagged wounds that oozed ashen mist.

But Agon did not stop.

Each step forward was accompanied by a low growl that grew louder, fiercer, as if feeding on the very pain inflicted upon him. He tore through the empty void’s oppressive grieving gravity, his mist claws rending apart the wraith-like figures summoned by Yadred’s Grieving Manifestations. He ripped one of the specters in half, its wailing cry silenced as he bit into it and cast it aside like discarded ghastly meat.

The empty void itself seemed to mourn as the creature that was Agon surged closer to Yadred, unrelenting despite the rain of anguish that battered him.

Yadred’s expression didn’t shift in any slight way, his expression unreadable as he stares with his hollow blue burning gaze. He raised his hand as if summoning something.

The grieving space recoiled. Slowly, intentionally, his fingers clawed at the air, and an oppressive sorrowful energy began to gather around him,

From the grieving darkness, a shape was materializing.... tendrils of grieving darkness coiled together, writhing and twisting as if caught in an unseen grieving cage. The sorrowful energy condensed, solidifying into a greatsword, Sorrowblight, the weapon’s dark edge shimmering with an energy of grief. He stepped forward with measured grace, each step sending ripples of grieving despair through the empty void.

"You are no longer human," Yadred said softly, his tone almost pitying. "You are now a beast, driven by rage and swallowed by madness..... I shall put an end here, before you lose even that pitiful shred of yourself that remains."

Agon... or the creature he had become, let out a piercing screech, a sound that resonated with the very fabric of the empty void. It lunged again, faster this time, its claws outstretched. Yadred met the attack with a calm... almost too calm swing of Sorrowblight, the blade slicing through the air with a mournful wail.

The clash sent a grieving shockwave tearing through the expanse of the empty void, fragments of ashen mist and grieving despair scattering like shards of glass. Agon’s form was thrown back, his body crashing into the empty space ground with a thunderous impact.

Yadred stared down at him, his expression calm. "I shall put an end to this misery… Wanderer."

Growl!

The creature growled once more, its blazing blue eyes locked onto Yadred with an intensity that burned harder than before. It crouched, coiling like a predator ready to strike.

The void seemed to hold its breath, the oppressive weight of grief giving way to the silence before the storm....