His skull cracked first, exposing his left eye, which was soaked in tears. "Kill him!" Erick shouted, but Guion ignored him. Beneath his tough exterior, Guion cried for those he had been forced to hurt. His love was limitless, which was why he cried for Julius as well, regardless of his hatred. In the end, Guion couldn't kill him. When he returned to his normal form, he no longer had the strength to hold Julius the same way, so he dropped him, saying that Julius wasn't worth killing.
The Blind One's majestic grip had done more damage than Guion had imagined; Julius was already dead, the only thing keeping him alive was his willpower and burning desire for vengeance. Disappointed, Erick couldn't bear to watch any more. "Damn it," he whispered, sitting down and leaning against the broken wall.
Exhausted yet driven by a deep worry for his brother Erick, Guion couldn't help but feel a gnawing curiosity about how Erick had managed to defeat Rage all by himself. Despite the weight of fatigue, he walked toward Erick, his body aching with every step. Erick was one of the few things in this world that truly mattered to Guion, the only other being besides Annika who held a place above all else in his heart.
As he moved through the rubble, the city around him began to restore itself in a miraculous display. Building by building, structures that had been reduced to dust began to rise from the ground as if time itself were rewinding. The tallest skyscrapers shot up first, followed by the smaller structures lining the streets. The city was returning to normal, but something was amiss. The White House, once a symbol of unyielding power, was now reduced to the size of a child's playhouse, a mere shadow of its former self. And in the heart of this restored city stood Julius a monstrous figure, exposed for all to see.
People gathered around, unable to look away from the terrifying yet awe-inspiring sight. Cameras flashed, and videos were recorded, capturing the presence of a creature straight out of myth. The media swarmed the scene, with news channels and newspaper editors arriving as quickly as they could. The story broke across the internet, and headlines screamed, "The Devil Is Among Us." The police, despite their duty, were too afraid to approach Julius, even though he was clearly worn out. The sheer magnitude of what had occurred left them paralyzed with fear.
Erick, however, was far from pleased with the spectacle. Watching the chaos unfold, he couldn't contain his frustration any longer. "What the hell have you done?" he asked Guion, his voice steady but filled with a quiet intensity.
"Relax," Guion replied, his voice tired but confident. "He's not a threat anymore. Anyone could take him out at this point. He's probably just waiting to be arrested."
Erick, wasn't convinced. "Since when has any prison cell held an Overwhelm? You have to kill him now, before he does something we both regret," Erick said, locking eyes with Guion as they both gazed at the crowd that had surrounded Julius.
Exhausted yet driven by a deep worry for his brother Erick, Guion couldn't help but feel a gnawing curiosity about how Erick had managed to defeat Rage all by himself. Despite the weight of fatigue, he walked toward Erick, his body aching with every step. Erick was one of the few things in this world that truly mattered to Guion, the only other being besides Annika who held a place above all else in his heart.
Julius, on the other hand, was seething with rage. The thought of losing to Guion gnawed at his pride. Humiliation was not something he could easily endure, and the sight of the crowd further inflamed his anger. If he couldn't live long enough to right the wrongs done to him, he would at least ensure that the world would perish with him. In his mind, if history were to remember him, it would remember him as the one who wiped the slate clean.
The moment Erick suggested that Julius be killed, the atmosphere around them began to change. The air grew colder, and an oppressive pressure descended upon the area. People near Julius started to feel intense pain, as if the very air was slicing into their skin.
Panic spread like wildfire among the crowd, but by the time Guion realized what was happening, it was too late. Julius had already begun to levitate, and the pressure around him was unbearable. He didn't create a wind shield; instead, he pulled the air inward with such force that it tore through the skin of those nearest to him, leaving them screaming in agony.
Without a moment's hesitation, Guion sprinted toward Julius, desperate to stop him before it was too late. But Julius was far out of reach for a man as exhausted as Guion. Realizing this, Guion knew he had no choice but to transform one last time. In a flash, he called upon the speed of the Blind One, closing the distance between him and Julius before anyone, not even Julius himself, could react.
Guion grabbed Julius, locking his arms tightly around him to ensure he couldn't escape. Julius, sensing the end, spoke with a chilling calmness, "You may think you've chosen the right path, but history simply repeats itself. You will regret the choice you've made today, brother."
"It's a shame you'll go down thinking this way," Guion replied, his voice heavy with both sorrow and resolve.
In that moment, Guion prepared to unleash one of his most terrifying abilities necromancy. The art of calling forth the dead, a power so unnatural that it sent shivers down the spines of those who had only heard tales of it. He revived thousands of previous holders of the Blind Love from multiple generations, summoning them to shield the city from Julius's final, cataclysmic attack.
The dead emerged from within Guion, his body serving as a gateway to the kingdom of the dead. A gaping hole opened on his back, and from it, the souls of the fallen began to pour out. Each one represented a life that had once carried the weight of love's power, and now they were called upon to protect the living. The process was excruciating for Guion, who felt the agony of their deaths as if it were his own. The pain was unimaginable, but he endured it, knowing that the city's survival depended on his sacrifice.
As more and more souls emerged, they wrapped themselves around Guion and Julius, forming a massive ball of bodies. The sphere grew larger and larger, its size terrifying to behold.
The people who had been fleeing now stopped in their tracks, unable to tear their eyes away from the spectacle unfolding before them. Even Erick, who had been yelling at Guion to stop, was rendered speechless.
"What are you doing?" Erick shouted, desperation seeping into his voice. "He's gonna blow!" But the people stayed, frozen in place by the sheer magnitude of what they were witnessing. Erick, his body battered and worn, could only stay with Fury, praying that Guion would somehow survive this ordeal.
When the explosion finally came, it shook the very foundations of the earth. The ground trembled violently as if the world itself was about to split apart. Though the blast was contained within the shield created by the thousand Overwhelm kings, its force was still strong enough to knock everyone to the ground.
Yet, despite the intensity of the explosion, the city remained unscathed, and the world was spared from destruction. The heroes who had used their bodies to contain the blast, however, were gone, their sacrifice complete.