Her eyes rested on the old, dirty mirror. Seeing her deplorable state, she didn't understand why she was going through such humiliation. She still remembered her glorious life worthy of a righteous ruler. Yet here it was stripped of all its glory that remained in an inaccessible past.
Even if she made a mistake, committed the ruin of an entire kingdom, she does not, under any circumstances, regret having done what should have been done. The only regret is that she couldn't have made those scarlet eyes happy...
Crack––!¡!
Punching the mirror, the shards scattered across the floor in so many pieces that she could see her face reflected thousands of times in the mirrors. Footsteps echoed in the distance. Knowing that her hiding place was found, standing up, Njaikr had a mocking smile on her face. Only she knew the reason for the smile on her face. Was it still worth fighting? Why keep fighting the inevitable?
"Inevitable… isn't it…?"
She gave up peacefully, it was expected, but her look externalized something different from her actions. Three individuals appeared, only one came angrily to meet him.
"Hah."
A punch was coming towards her, she didn't dodge. Receiving Crow's punches, she felt it was time to leave. She was too weak to fight back, her end was imminent.
"You! Just die!"
Every punch the Crow threw at Njaikr removed putrid flesh. Even though her face was left with just the bones of her skull, Crow continued to punch. Ka and Abeth just witnessed Crow unleashing his anger on a woman.
"Should we stop him…?"
"Nope… Hmmm, I don't know…"
Shaking her head from side to side, Abeth didn't want to interfere. It was the same with Ka who expressed no intention of intervening in the fight.
Like a prelude to a ruin. It was as if the abnormal of abnormals had happened. The appearance of a person in white above a statue that had no arms. He only spoke a few words that conveyed a bizarre sense of discomfort.
"I will help you."
Disappearing as if it didn't exist. His help was like the hand that broke the balance of power in that place.
Ka and Abeth expressed concern. He was the most worried, his face was that of someone scared. Ka didn't want to admit it, but compared to Alexander's other workers and contractors, he was like a maggot next to beings of capabilities and power far beyond what he could imagine.
"Errr... I think I have to call for help..."
Sending a signal to the five hundredth organization. Ka looked at Njaikr's regenerated body. Crow was thrown away like a rag doll, he pierced the wall due to the force he was thrown. You could say it's a lead doll, not a cloth doll. Sensing a strange energy, an aura of death around Njaikr.
Many skeletons began to appear in various places, inside and outside the dome that surrounded Prottochenye. The inhabitants who once died were now Njaikr's puppets.
Seeing everything upside down, Crow quickly returned to his original position. Hiding the shame of his previous shameful position, he closed his eyes tightly. Seeing what Njaikr's new counterattack was, he was surprised.
"Ha! They're weak-"
Before Crow could finish his mocking words, the skeletons began to change. Gaining flesh, returning to its original appearance when alive. Some had clothes on, and others didn't.
"Hahaha…."
The raven saw Ka and Abeth's fierce eyes. Approaching the two, Crow said, "How are we going to get rid of her?"
"I called for reinforcements... we can't do anything with our forces."
The Crow looked on without understanding. It was easy for him to deal some damage to Njaikr with
"How troublesome."
"Who!?"
It was like a strange feeling. Crow was a little afraid of the person in front of him who was angry.
"You would almost do something stupid."
"I-"
Trying to remove his arm, he was angry and did something he shouldn't have done.
Bam--!
Punching the person in white's face with his other hand, Crow made a crooked smile on his face. The mask that was on the face of the person in white fell to the ground.
"…."
The person in white expresses no reaction. He turned his face to see Crow's face who was panicking.
"You!"
"How long..."
"I did not do it-"
"Shut up, just… Yukki Adrilia…"
"Yes, Sir! You are Alexander...?"
"Huh...? You always called me dad before… why this treatment with this old man?"
"This happened when I was 5 years old! I'm already an adult!"
"Hahaha! I'm sorry, but you'll always be that 5-year-old boy to me."
"You're so bad…!"
"Who are you talking to? Crow?"
Yukki looked at Ka and Abeth who were wondering if the hit Njaikr gave him was so hard that it caused his brain to fail.
"You guys don't see him-"
Placing his hand over Yukki's mouth, the person in white told him to be silent.
"They can't see me… you're the only one who sees me. Just be quiet."
Yukki nodded, following the orders of the person in white.
* * *
The Overlord looked at the countless people who stood up. Everyone was gathering in one place, everyone was merging creating a 230-foot monster.
"Whatever's going on. Hesa, do you know anything about this?"
Hesa looked at the crowd of people. Contact with Ka and Abeth was cut. She didn't know how to explain the Overlord's questions.
"I don't know... but I don't think it's a problem..."
"So confident... I hope this confidence isn't just a white rabbit."
Seeing a light rise to the dome. The Overlord and the others witnessed the beginning of the end, not just for Recta, but for the entire universe. That light broke the unique spell,
As it was known, the unique spell was the pinnacle of power in a single spell. It was so ingrained in the world, universe, and story itself of [The world after the appearance of unique spells], that the destruction of a unique spell meant that the protagonist died.
And the world lost its principle of continuing to exist.
As mentioned before, Jin Alyoffez was just an extra with more screen time than others. He was chosen as the false protagonist because he was the one who most resembled the protagonist.
Alexander hid this truth so that readers would not be angered.
How did they react knowing that the [Protagonist] of the story is not the protagonist? But a spell or something that doesn't even appear in the story. It's absurd, but it's undeniable that no story should follow a recipe, and be objective with its message. The story that Alexander wrote had his message, but which one?
The light that hit the dome broke. A warning was activated, and only 5 beings knew about this warning.
([{The world after the appearance of unique spells has been damaged.}])
([{The world after the appearance of unique spells has been damaged.}])
([{The world after the appearance of unique spells has been damaged.}])
([{The world after the appearance of unique spells has been damaged.}])
([{The world after the appearance of unique spells has been damaged.}])
([{The world after the appearance of unique spells has been damaged.}])
([{The world after the appearance of unique spells has been damaged.}])
([{The world after the appearance of unique spells has been damaged.}])
([{The world after the appearance of unique spells has been damaged.}])
([{The world after the appearance of unique spells has been damaged.}])
([{The world after the appearance of unique spells has been damaged.}])
([{The world after the appearance of unique spells has been damaged.}])
([{The world after the appearance of unique spells has been damaged.}])
([{The world after the appearance of unique spells has been damaged.}])
There was no more time left, but nothing happened after that. As if ignoring a unique spell being destroyed.