I Got Reincarnated as a Zombie Girl-Chapter 332 - 328 – The Void That Swallows Everything

The void trembled like a dying heart, massive cracks spreading from the point of the final impact between Stacia’s thin spatial shield and Xynareth’s dense point. Waves of distortion swept in all directions, causing the endless darkness to sway like an angry dark ocean. Stacia was thrown backward, her already finely cracked body now worsening the transparent lines on her skin splitting deeper, leaking thin light that was actually her leaking spatial essence. She felt pain that transcended the physical; it was as if she was being torn apart from within, fragments of her existence scattered across the unforgiving void.

Xynareth, on the other hand, was no better off. His small, furiously spinning core now pulsed unstably, the remaining geometric lines beginning to fade at their edges. "This isn’t over yet," he muttered, his voice fracturing into clashing echoes, as if the void itself rejected his words. He was a primordial space, born from the emptiness before the world existed, but now, facing Stacia, he felt something alien: limits. The dense point he had created earlier, which was supposed to swallow everything, was now cracked, his spatial energy leaking out like blood from an open wound.

Stacia gave him no time to recover. Though her body felt like it was about to collapse, she gathered her remaining spatial power. In this void, without the concept of time, every movement was eternal no seconds passed, only absolute existences clashing against each other. She shaped her hand into a spatial claw, invisible lines mimicking dimensional folds. "You’re wrong," she said softly, her voice echoing like wind in an empty cave. "This will end. Here. Now."

She lunged forward not by moving, but by shifting the space in front of her so that she was "already" near Xynareth. Her spatial claw slashed at his enemy’s core, cutting the geometric lines with insane precision. Each slash created new cracks in the void, like paper being torn repeatedly. Xynareth reacted quickly; he expanded his core into a reversing spatial spiral, pulling Stacia’s claw into an endless vortex. Stacia felt the pull of her left arm beginning to stretch, the space within it forced to elongate until it felt like it would snap.

But Stacia did not panic. She used the momentum to counterattack. With her right hand, she created a spatial bubble inside Xynareth’s spiral, a small ball that expanded from within, forcing the vortex to widen until it lost stability. The bubble exploded outward, releasing a wave of distortion that struck Xynareth’s core like an invisible hammer. His geometric lines cracked deeper, small fragments flying like shattered glass, vanishing into the void’s darkness.

Xynareth screamed again, a sound that shook the void even more violently. "You are merely a mixture! Imperfect time and space!" He retaliated by unleashing wild spatial projections of thousands of geometric lines forming a massive net around Stacia. The net shrank rapidly, forcing Stacia’s space to become narrower, more compressed. Stacia felt the pressure throughout her body; the cracks in her skin widened, the leaking light flowing more profusely. She was like being squeezed by an invisible hand, her dimensions forced to become lower, flatter, until she was almost a straight line with no depth.

The pain was extraordinary. Without time, she couldn’t regenerate quickly, but memories of her evolution as a fallen angel began to awaken in her mind. Before this battle, her body had already changed into invisible black wings, a darkness aura fused with time’s light, granting her greater resilience. But in this void, it wasn’t enough yet. She gritted her teeth, forcing herself to think. "Space isn’t yours alone," she whispered.

With her final effort, Stacia twisted the net itself. She didn’t resist the shrinkage; she accelerated it, causing the net to shrink too quickly until it collided with itself. Xynareth’s geometric lines crashed into each other, creating an internal distortion explosion that tore the net from within. Xynareth was hurled backward, his core now smaller, more fragile, with only half the lines remaining.

The battle grew increasingly insane. They no longer had fixed forms; both became spatial abstractions tearing at each other. Xynareth formed a new dimensional labyrinth, where every corridor was a trap leading to infinity. Stacia was trapped in one, spinning endlessly in folds without end, feeling completely lost in direction. But she remembered: in the void, direction is an illusion. She created her own exit, slicing the labyrinth walls with a sharp spatial knife, emerging right behind Xynareth.

Her attack came like a storm. Stacia formed another spatial spear this time longer, denser, with a tip that pierced all folds. The spear shot toward Xynareth’s core, but Xynareth dodged by folding the space in front of him, causing the spear to veer in an unexpected direction. The spear instead struck Stacia herself from behind, tearing her shoulder. "It hurts!" she screamed in her mind, new cracks appearing on her body, leaking light flowing like a small waterfall.

Xynareth laughed, his voice echoing madly. "See? Space always returns to its owner!" He enlarged the labyrinth, pulling Stacia back inside. This time, the labyrinth was filled with spatial thorns and sharp lines stabbing from all angles. Stacia felt the first stab in her leg, the space there torn, making her limb feel numb. The second in her arm, the third in her chest. She was like being tortured by thousands of invisible needles, each stab stealing fragments of her essence.

But Stacia did not give up. She gathered her remaining strength, recalling her roots as a fallen angel, an evolution granting her access to primordial darkness, a blend of light and shadow that could manipulate space in a darker way. She released that aura now; even in the void, her dark aura formed a protective layer that absorbed Xynareth’s spatial thorns. Every thorn that touched the aura vanished, transformed into darkness that Stacia controlled.

With that aura, Stacia reversed the labyrinth. She expanded the corridors from within, causing the walls to crack and collapse. Xynareth felt the pain the labyrinth was part of him, and every crack was like a wound on his body. He tried to close the labyrinth, but it was too late. Stacia had already emerged, appearing right in front of his core, her hands wrapped in dark aura now shaped into larger claws.

"You lose," Stacia said, her voice cold.

She struck Xynareth’s core with those claws.

The impact shook the void completely. Massive cracks opened wide, forming a small black hole in the center of their battle. Xynareth screamed one last time, his core cracking completely, his geometric lines sucked into the black hole he had unintentionally created himself. His remaining body wavered, trying to resist the pull, but the black hole was merciless; it swallowed everything, including the remnants of Xynareth’s spatial projections. In an instant, the primordial space vanished, swallowed into eternal darkness that even the void could not reject.

Stacia was flung backward by the final wave, her body now full of gaping cracks. She felt absolute exhaustion without time, her regeneration was slow, but her evolution as a fallen angel began to work. Invisible black wings faintly appeared on her back, absorbing the void’s darkness to repair the cracks. The leaking light began to close slowly, but her injuries were severe; she needed help.

The void began to collapse entirely, massive cracks opening a path back to the real world. Stacia used her remaining strength to open an exit portal, her body falling into the ruins of the Temple of Nerys, which no longer had any form. She landed on the now chaotic seabed, wild currents surrounding her. Her breathing was ragged, the cracks in her body still flowing thin light.

Nearby, Alicia and Sofia were protected behind a thin time net that was nearly depleted. Sofia, who had been unconscious due to exhaustion and prior injuries, began to open her eyes. Her eyes widened seeing Stacia severely wounded. "Stacia!" she cried, running closer despite her weak body.

Sofia raised her hand, light magic glowing softly from her palm warm white light that healed physical wounds and essence. The light touched Stacia’s cracks, accelerating her fallen angel regeneration. "Good thing you evolved," Sofia muttered, her voice trembling. "This... this will help."

Stacia smiled weakly, feeling the warmth of Sofia’s light merging with her evolution’s darkness. The cracks began to close faster, though she was still severely injured. Outside, the sea still roared due to Sylvia’s battle, but here, for a moment, there was a small peace.

Xynareth was gone, swallowed by the black hole he created himself. Stacia’s victory came at a high price, but she survived thanks to her evolution and Sofia’s help.

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Sofia’s healing light continued to flow gently, closing the last cracks in Stacia’s body. The sea around them churned wildly, reverse currents sweeping away the ruins of the Temple of Nerys, which no longer had any shape. Ancient coral pillars sank one by one, swallowed by the deepening trench. Alicia looked around with a pale face, her hands tightly gripping Sofia’s arm.

"We can’t stay here," Alicia whispered, her voice nearly lost in the roaring water. "The temple... it’s completely destroyed."

Sofia nodded without stopping her magic. "I know. Stacia is injured too severely. We have to get to land."

With great difficulty, the two lifted Stacia’s limp body. The small treant that had been quietly by their side helped by extending its gentle vines, forming a natural stretcher from roots and leaves. They swam to the surface, fighting the increasingly fierce currents. Sofia continued channeling healing light throughout the journey, while Alicia used her power to create small air bubbles around them.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, their feet touched the sand of a secluded beach. Night had enveloped the sky, stars twinkling dimly above the restless sea. They dragged Stacia to the edge, far from the raging waves. The small treant rooted itself in the sand, forming a small protective barrier from the night wind.

Once they were safe on land, Stacia let out a long breath. Her eyes closed slowly, her body finally surrendering to absolute exhaustion. She fainted, the thin spatial aura that had protected them vanishing instantly like mist swept by the wind. Sofia fell to her knees beside her, her hands still glowing, continuing to heal the unseen deep wounds.

"Hold on, Stacia..." Sofia muttered, tears falling on her cheeks.

Alicia sat nearby, hugging her own knees while staring at the sea. The small treant curled up beside them, its leaves swaying gently as if sharing their worry.

Suddenly...

BOOM!

A tremendous explosion shook the heavens and earth. The shockwave swept the beach, sending sand flying and the trees behind them swaying violently. From the deep sea direction, thick black light and clashing conceptual flashes illuminated the horizon, followed by a rumble that raised the sea level several meters.

Sofia and Alicia turned simultaneously, their faces pale.

"That’s... Sylvia," Alicia whispered, her voice trembling.

In the distance, the battle between Sylvia and Zha’gor continued raging, growing fiercer and more destructive.