Lord Shadow

But even as his body is trembling, even as his energy is leaking from his wound, he looks at that palm, with that defiant eyes, with that determination to fight against it and he smiles

For some reason, he felt like he was back in the beginning. When he fought death. When he would face death and stare at it with his eyes and never backing down.

This fight seems to stimulate something in him. Something that he had forgotten. Something that had been missing.

He doesn't know whether the person sending this palm wanting to fight him or not. 

But to him, this is a fight. 

A fight for his destiny.

This notion that somehow fighting this palm is like fighting his own destiny is a notion that suddenly appears in his mind

'No' he thought to himself.

It was more like a notion that appears from his soul. 

He felt that this palm is like the oppressing fate and destiny that have always hover above him, trying to push him where he should belong. 

So, he looks at that palm, feeling a kind of madness he had never felt before and he shouted so loud, that the Heaven and Earth shakes

'I refuse!!' he shouted. 

he felt like the palm print that is coming down to him is like the restriction of fate and destiny. If he just rolls over, he felt it would be like him admitting defeat against fate and destiny

So, fuck it! He would cut that fate and tears apart that destiny! 

The Creator who is in another separate space dimension is looking at all of this with a smile.

He could see the stars exploding and saw the skies collapsing.

None of that seem to move him. 

  He is still sitting on the tree stump, the sun had set, the beauty of the sunset had disappeared. But because it disappeared, the lingering of the beauty remains in one heart.

It is night now in this eternal sunset of a place. Seeing night in a place that has a sun that never set for some reason make the Creator smiles

He saw how Azief flew toward the garden. He was not surprised. What he would be surprised with if Azief did not fly toward the garden

There is an instinct of every creation that look at that garden and wanting to go there. 

They might not know why they wanted to go there, but this instinct is present in every creation.

Unless, if that creation is Him and his colleague the Destroyer. They are probably the only one that is free from such instinct

And then he heard of how Azief wanted to defy that palm and his smile become wider. 

'Bold!' he said as he looks at Azief defiant nature. 

The Creator could see that the Defiant Heart that Azief had enables him to stand tall even under the coercion of that guard of the Garden. 

'But, I like it! Hahahaha!' the Creator laughed. 

He seems unaffected. 

The area that he is now sitting seems to be the most stable place. 

There is the force of that palm and there is the force from Azief eyes that shoot demonic energy from his eyes, but none of that could even affect anything in the Creator separate space.

Separate but not far. 

The Creator just look at all of this with a feeling of seeing something interesting.

Since he is the one that brought Azief here, he is also the only one who could bring him out. 

"that being" inside the garden knows and if Azief had back down then the Creator would simply wave his hand and Azief would be returned back to the Seresian world

But, he did not. To be honest, whatever choice Azief is going to choose, whether to back down or defy…the Creator would not be disappointed. 

He could understand both choices. What he is amused about….it is that this timeline is very different.

The ripples of time that touched the string of destiny and thread of fate at the very beginning was but a small ripple. 

Like a small stone thrown into the ocean, like a drop of water falling from the end of a leaf to the lake below.

It affects nothing, the ripples are just that. 

A ripple. 

A ripple that could not turn into a wave. 

Maybe, the Orvanian believed that too so they did not do anything. There are also others that also did not interfere. 

Some didn't even bother to keep an eye on Azief.

But it seems that Loki of Midgard had planned more extensively than others. He worked from there, from that small ripples and turns it into a raging waves

The Creator could not help but smiles. There is pride in his heart about how much that child has grown. 

He looks at all creation but it is inevitable for him to favor some. 

'All of this has happened before, and all of this will happen again' and then he smiles and added

'But, this time, none of this has happened before, so how could it happen again?' he mutters to himself and he laugh joyously. 

He then continues looking at the battle. The moment he felt that Azief could not withstand it any longer, he would send Azief back. 

Or, maybe he would show him another miracle and get to step on that garden

'But even the protagonist had to have things that they failed in. If not, how would they have their motivation?' he mutters to himself and he chuckles as his eyes shines bright looking at Azief facing the titanic palm.

The Creator was looking at Azief and Azief on the other hand is looking at the palm print above his head. 

It felt like tens of thousands of mountains is about to crash down on him and each mountain seems to possess the power of tens of thousands of stars. 

The heat and the pressure alone forces the space around the area of the palm to collapse internally before leaving a large tear of void space

Azief look at that palm print and then he roars towards it

Like a raging dragon his roars ripples the space and space around him began to collapse. It crashed with that palm but the palm did not even halts

Azief takes a deep breath, his eyes red and his clothes flutters. He closes his hand and then he opens it

A powerful force suddenly appears all over him. This energy is from him

Nine light gathers around his hand and a sword appear in front of him. The moment it appears, the entire Heavens and Earth seemed to have lost its color.

The sharpness of this sword seems to surpass the concepts of mere sharpness. A cold radiance seems to shoot of from this sword even without Azief swinging it. Each time a sword light radiance flew out from this sword, the stars all around Azief dimmed

Azief look at the sword and he could feel all of his Laws, all of his Concepts and almost all of his energy is put into that sword.

He slowly lifted the sword. Each inch he raises the sword, a sword light would flash by and each sword light would fly all over, the skies and the stars. 

The blade of the sword is covered by an unclear radiance. There is an aura swirling around the blade of the sword

The nine light is form his attributes. But there is also his Laws. There is also his comprehension. Azief wanted to slash his most powerful sword slash he had even executed in his entire life. 

That is the only way he could at least have a chance of cutting through that palm and stop it from smashing him. 

The light surrounding the sword give the sword a feeling of nothingness, the collapse of destiny, the tearing of fate and the destruction of everything.

There is a bit of things he imitated. What he imitated was the same breath of destruction he felt when he was fighting Amara. 

The sword in his hand is lifted and while it not yet used, the power and pressure of the sword is enough to show that this sword is not something that is ordinary. 

The moment it appears the stars dimmed but as Azief lifted the sword, the entire space around the sword area trembles.

And then as the sword is lifted to his chest area, he stops lifting the sword and then suddenly all the majestic sword light and hostile gases in space, the Laws and the Concepts that is present in the millions of miles from him were all drawn to the sword

It swirls around the edges of the sword and cover the tip of the sword. A powerful sword intent seems to envelop the entire area.

All of this happens in an instant

The sword light that gathers seems to pierce through space and then Azief slash up his sword. 

BOOOOM!

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