Timeless Assassin

Chapter 1000 Declaration Of War

(The Fourth Dimension, Ru Vassa’s POV)

The Fourth Dimension did not tolerate instability, and as Ru Vassa forced her way through its volatile geometry with an Origin Metal wound burning at the base of her neck, the higher strata twisted violently around her faltering form as though the dimension itself sensed weakness and moved to exploit it.

Her vision fractured into overlapping layers of distorted reality, colors stretching into impossible spectrums while spatial currents dragged at her limbs in uneven pulses, threatening to pull her off course as the wound throbbed with a malevolent persistence that refused to be ignored.

This was not ordinary pain, nor the blunt trauma of divine combat that could be shrugged off with sufficient authority, but rather a corrosive agony that resisted time itself, because Origin Metal did not merely cut flesh, it rejected divine regeneration at its core and interfered with a God’s natural dominion over their own body.

*Throb*

*Sputter*

The gash across the back of her neck felt like a shard of frozen lightning embedded against her spine, each pulse of her aura scraping against the foreign metal and igniting fresh waves of searing torment, while her blood, dense with divine essence, refused to clot properly under its suppressive influence.

She pressed her palm firmly against the wound, sealing the flow through sheer force of will, yet even her divine control trembled as the corruption spread outward in faint, burning threads that numbed and inflamed simultaneously.

Every shift through dimensional folds sent jagged spikes of heat racing up her skull and down her spine, threatening to splinter her

concentration at the worst possible moment, while the warped geometry around her shimmered like an endless labyrinth of spiraling light.

‘Focus…’

She commanded herself fiercely, anchoring her consciousness against the distortion as the memory replayed in brutal clarity.

Mauriss had not merely attacked her.

He had aimed to decapitate her.

The precision of the strike haunted her, and the realization that she had escaped by less than a fraction of a heartbeat sent a delayed chill through her veins that rivaled even the wound’s relentless burn.

‘He dismantled the wards… while speaking…’

The humiliation cut almost as deeply as the blade itself.

If she faltered now, if her pathway fractured under strain, she risked being lost within the endless void between worlds, vulnerable and exposed in a state she had not known in millennia.

So she forced her trajectory toward Yu Clan territory with strained determination, steering through unstable currents toward the one God who both understood the stakes of divine politics and could guarantee her safety while she was weakened.

“Yu Kiro… my secret lover…”

She muttered faintly, more to anchor herself than out of sentiment, as the journey stretched intolerably long and every second felt like a prolonged descent through burning glass.

By the time the Yu Clan’s spatial perimeter signatures brushed against her senses, her aura had thinned noticeably, its once-stable presence wavering at the edges as exhaustion and pain intertwined.

With a final surge of will, she tore open an exit point, and reality snapped violently back into three dimensions with a resonant crack.

*CRACK*

Ru Vassa stumbled onto polished marble flooring inside Yu Kiro’s private residence, her body materializing mid-stride before collapsing to one knee as the wound flared viciously and divine blood seeped between her fingers.

The guards stationed around the chamber recoiled in alarm, weapons half-raised before recognition dawned upon them, while Yu Kiro rose instantly from his seat, disbelief flashing across his composed features as he took in her pallor and the dark sheen of blood staining her hand.

“Vassa… what’s wrong?”

His voice carried unmistakable alarm, a rare fracture in his otherwise measured tone.

Ru Vassa remained hunched, her hand clamped tightly over the back of her neck as bright crimson blood dripped between her knuckles and sizzled faintly upon the marble floor, the air around her shimmering as her aura fought desperately to stabilize.

“It was Mauriss…” she forced out through clenched teeth, lifting her gaze to meet his as pain pulsed behind her eyes.

“The crazy bastard tried to take my life.”

Silence fell heavy across the chamber, and Yu Kiro’s expression

shifted from shock to something far colder and infinitely more dangerous as he stepped forward, already sensing the unmistakable residue of Origin Metal embedded within her wound.

“I knew we should not have let that madman walk away with Soron’s

blade,”

Yu Kiro said, his voice lowering into something dangerous as he

stepped closer, carefully parting her blood-streaked fingers to inspect the wound without yet touching it.

“But for him to be so brazen as to strike at you personally, within your

own fortress, while the Great Clan Alliance still stands… that is not provocation. That is declaration of war.”

The temperature within the chamber seemed to drop as his aura flared instinctively, fine cracks spidering across the marble beneath his feet before stabilizing under conscious restraint.

“He thinks we are too weak and spineless to retaliate,” Yu Kiro continued, his jaw tightening as the faint scent of Origin Metal confirmed his suspicion.

“He believes we are too busy consolidating, too wary of Moltherak, too cautious to retaliate decisively. So he tests the perimeter… and he

tests it through you.”

His fists clenched, knuckles whitening as divine energy coiled around

his frame in controlled surges.

“This is it,” he said quietly, though the restraint in his tone made the statement heavier than a shout ever could.

“We have tolerated his chaos because it did not directly wound us. We convinced ourselves that the best way to deal with the madman was to not pay him any attention.

However, our patience must have its limits.”

His eyes hardened as he met hers.

“Attacking you is not the same as taking a planet or two. It is not an

opportunistic expansion. It is an assassination attempt against a Clan God. And by proxy the entire Great Clan Alliance.”

A pause.

“And that,” Yu Kiro finished coldly, “most definitely means war.”