Chapter 2507

2507 - The New Path

Mid Sector 90—

On the largest battlefield in history, if the war of The Executioner and The Plague is excluded, silence fell over everything.

And here, total silence is not meant—only the silence of mouths.

Creatures stood looking around, the sky changing and the Spacetime Fabric rippling gently, hearing nebulae and immensely massive celestial bodies moving back and forth, not yet settled, in a scene no one had ever seen before and most likely no one would ever see again.

The number of live broadcasts exploded to reach billions once more, each one documenting what was happening in its planet or on its journey, no one wanting to miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, each one wanting to feel that they had participated and been part of this great event.

The battle had stopped.

The Breaker Lord's broadcast had ceased minutes ago, and yet none of them fired a shell or gave orders to attack or retreat, everyone simply stood, watching in stunned silence.

The only ones who had actually returned to issuing orders intensively were the Admirals like Aro and Alexander and others from both sides, for having vehicles floating in this turbulent fabric was like a nightmare for everyone.

A massive number of vehicles collided with one another, crashed onto planets, or struck a celestial body, so despite everyone's reluctance, they began coordinating to land quickly… For the vehicles and everyone in space right now, touching down on the surface of a planet was like a duck waiting to be hunted—better than remaining suspended in the death trap above.

"Lord Robin… Breaker of Certainty… astonishing." Arkail finally opened his mouth and muttered.

A thin layer of tears coated his eyes as he watched the universe expand. He could actually feel what was happening around him—he could feel the energy and cosmic dust flooding the planet they were fighting over.

This planet, which had been desertified for millions of years, was now destined to transform into something greater… something valuable. This dust and that energy were bound to turn into rare resources, bound to elevate the living beings above and below the ground.

…Though compared to what was happening on the rest of the planets, and compared to those great planets overflowing with bounties that had suddenly appeared… most likely this planet would remain outcast as it was.

"….." Asterion seemed to snap out of it after hearing Arkail's words.

He looked down for a few seconds, sighed, then took out a device the size of his palm and sent his soul into it. "Prepare to withdraw. We're returning to the galaxy."

The nearest vehicle rose slightly off the ground, and in turn began spreading the news.

"Hmm?" Arkail turned toward his opponent, who stood only one step away from him. "Won't you continue the fight?"

"There's nothing left to fight over." Asterion returned the device to his ring, then continued staring at the sky. "...There are no longer any borders to my sector for me to defend."

"Is that the only thing stopping you?" Arkail raised an eyebrow slightly.

"...Your master, no—the Breaker Lord," Asterion quickly corrected himself, "has redrawn the universe as we know it. Or rather... he's restored it to what we once knew." Then he turned toward the ground. "I have a lot to do."

Asterion and Arkail had experienced the universe before the Executioner's arrival and the execution of the punishment. They had lived through its old state—the state that had produced the Ruler of Chaos and a terrifying number of Behemoths in a short span of time.

After the appearance of the Cosmic Elder and the stabilization of the new order under the system of micro-sectors, Asterion withdrew from everything and decided to live with what he already possessed, and to no longer occupy his mind with the dreams of the past. So he returned to his galaxy, which happened to be in Middle Sector 88, and settled there, wanting nothing more than to pass his days and not experience anything like the war of the Space Beasts again.

But then it happened…

Without a great war, without sacrifices, and without any notable effort, The Breaker Lord wanted the barriers to break, so he broke them… that was all.

Now Asterion's mind was experiencing something akin to delayed shock… He had lost his purpose—the purpose of protecting the sector—for there was no longer a sector.

The fact that the scope of his rule had expanded at least tenfold with new galaxies, planets, and expanses? The fact of the cosmic dust rains and Primordial Energy winds that would raise the value of everything he already owned?

It had never crossed his mind.

His purpose in the beginning had not been possessions; it had been something more like a mission… a mission that The Breaker Lord had tossed aside without thinking twice.

"...Rather, you have much to think about." Arkail stared at his opponent's face from the side, "You heard the Breaker Lord yourself — time is passing and the mountain will fall. Secure yourself and your lineage before it's too late… I am grateful for the fact that I was closer to the middle sector 99 than he was, and the fact that my mind softened with words instead of exchanging blows, so I secured for myself a place beside the Breaker Lord before the new era began."

Then he narrowed his eyes, "But time has not yet run out for you. The Lord himself announced that the door is open for whoever wishes to survive… Survive, my old friend."

"….." Asterion rose slowly from the ground, "…Yes, I have much to think about, much to search for."

Then he took a step, and vanished.

A gasp.

With a satisfied smile, Arkail closed his eyes and raised his face upward, his beard fluttering in the dense winds of Primordial Energy.

Memories from seventy million years ago — memories of youth, striving, and power — began to return to him.

What a decision, and what a moment it was when he decided to follow the Breaker Lord and go fight the Syndicate's support.

He had chosen well.

He had—

Zzzn.

Arkail felt something happening in his body suddenly, and he opened his eyes quickly.

He found Marlik's bloodthirsty face less than a step away from him.

And he found the crimson sword slicing through his body relentlessly in that moment—it had already cut his left shoulder and part of his heart, and was moving to split him in two…

Was he… dying?