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Chapter 21 - Chapter 21: Cursed

ZoZo's newfound might was a maelstrom of destruction. With a bestial roar, he catapulted into the air, his colossal form crashing down amidst us with the force of a meteor. The impact sent us scattering like leaves in a tempest, each of us hurled to disparate corners of the chamber.

"Damn it, I think my leg's broken..." Rad's voice was a pained groan, emanating from his crumpled form against the wall. "Don't move, just stay put!" Drill barked, dragging himself across the floor towards Rad, his movements labored with pain and effort.

ZoZo's gaze, now a pit of malice, locked onto Rad. With a grotesque sound of rending flesh and metal, an enormous axe seemed to extrude from his back, a vile appendage born of his twisted soul. "Your end is nigh!" His voice was a distorted echo of hellish fury, a sound that chilled the very air.

He raised the monstrous axe, a harbinger of death poised to descend on Rad. But in that breath of anticipation, Rudo and Petre, warriors forged in the crucible of countless battles, charged from opposite directions. Their weapons, a sword and a hammer, struck ZoZo's sides with the force of thunderclaps. The hits jarred him, but the enchanted skin that encased him repelled the blades, rendering the strikes futile.

Undeterred by the futile assault, ZoZo slammed his axe into the ground beside Rad, missing him by a hair's breadth, the floor cracking under the weapon's might. In a swift, brutal motion, ZoZo seized the weapons still grasped by Petre and Rudo. "Pathetic," he sneered, lifting them effortlessly, twirling them in a vicious arc before hurling them against the walls. The impact resounded through the chamber, the walls fracturing, debris cascading down as Petre and Rudo crumpled to the floor.

I staggered to my feet, spitting a mouthful of blood, the metallic taste a grim reminder of our dire situation. Dream Ender, my trusted firearm, felt almost weightless in my hand – its four remaining bullets a meager promise of retribution. With resolve steeling my heart, I unsheathed my sword, its blade glinting with a thirst for vengeance.

Step by measured step, I advanced towards ZoZo. Each stride was a testament to defiance, a refusal to yield before this abomination of souls. ZoZo turned, his eyes alight with malevolent glee, as he beheld my approach.

The chamber, now a battlefield scarred by our conflict, echoed with the heavy breaths of the fallen and the living. The clash that was to come would be a dance with death, a struggle for survival against a foe fueled by a thousand tormented souls.

In the tumultuous heart of the battle, my voice was no more than a strained whisper, lost in the cacophony of chaos and the searing pain that wracked my battered body. A stubborn, indomitable pride surged within me, refusing the seductive power of the ruby ring. I was determined to confront ZoZo on my own, to face him as a man, not a puppet of dark forces.

"Still clinging to life, human boy?" ZoZo's sneer dripped with contempt as he loomed over me, his towering form casting a shadow that seemed to suffocate the very air around us. In an instant, a blur of monstrous strength, he was upon me. His fist, a hulking amalgamation of flesh and metal, crashed into my stomach with the force of a battering ram. My armor buckled and shattered beneath the blow, shards flying like hot shrapnel and embedding into my skin. Pain surged through me, sharp and cold, as the force sent me sprawling, my lungs convulsing for air. Every breath tasted of iron and ash, a reminder of my own blood filling my mouth.

I struggled to rise, my body a twisted wreck, each nerve aflame. The ground beneath me was cold and slick, smeared with the black, oily blood that seeped from ZoZo's wounds and mixed with mine. The air was thick with the stench of burning metal, charred flesh, and the acrid tang of fear. My hand brushed against Dream Ender, now cracked and useless, as ZoZo loomed closer, his twisted smile a silent taunt.

Summoning every ounce of will, I dragged myself across the floor, my dagger clutched with white-knuckled determination. My fingers burned with the strain, the blade's hilt slick with my own sweat and blood. Each scrape of my body across the floor felt like a raw nerve exposed to fire, my broken ribs grinding with every inch. ZoZo's footfalls echoed in my ears, heavy and deliberate, each step a reminder of the overwhelming power he wielded. I could hear his labored breaths, the rasp of metal joints grinding with each movement, as he stalked toward me, a predator savoring the kill.

I felt a primal fury bubbling within, pushing past the pain. My hand closed around the sword's hilt with a renewed sense of purpose, and I forced myself to my feet, a surge of dark power flooding my veins. ZoZo turned, surprise flickering in his eyes for a brief second. But it was too late. I launched myself at him, each step a heartbeat, each heartbeat a drum pounding with the force of my rage.

"Just die already," ZoZo snarled. He effortlessly seized my sword, his immense fingers wrapping around its hilt. With a twisted grin, he snapped it in two as if it were no more than a twig. My weapon, my companion through so many battles, lay in pieces, discarded like refuse. ZoZo's laughter, a sound of pure malice, filled the chamber.

He raised his foot, poised to deliver a crushing blow that would end my defiance once and for all. But in that moment of impending doom, a familiar voice pierced the darkness.

"Leon!" Drill's shout was a clarion call of desperation. With a warrior's courage, he lunged, driving a dagger deep into ZoZo's knee. Yet the strike, which would have felled any normal foe, barely phased the monstrous figure. ZoZo's reaction was swift and brutal. He yanked the dagger free and met Drill's valiant effort with a vicious headbutt. Blood sprayed from Drill's face as he was flung aside, his body hitting the wall with a sickening crunch.

ZoZo turned back to me, a predator savoring the kill. His foot came down hard on my chest, the force breaking ribs with a sickening snap. Pain flared through my body like wildfire, each subsequent stomp driving me further into darkness.

Consciousness slipped away, and I found myself adrift in an endless void, a space devoid of light, sound, or sensation, save for a solitary, pulsating heartbeat. It grew louder, morphing into the rhythm of a war drum, resonating with a primal urgency.

"Do not die now, Leon," the voice of Archeus echoed in the void, imbued with a mixture of anger and concern. "Our fates are intertwined. Your death would render our pact meaningless."

"I need Orphease's power," I murmured, feeling the weight of my mortality, the vulnerability of my human flesh.

"Foolish child," Archeus's voice thundered. "You have transcended mortality. Rise, embrace your destiny as a god."

Confusion swirled within me. What god was I destined to become? A deity of destruction? A harbinger of the end?

Suddenly, my eyes flew open, time stretching into an infinite moment. Pride, fear, doubt – all were cast aside as I invoked the dark cantation of Orphease. The ruby ring, a silent spectator until now, awoke with a demonic fury. A surge of red energy erupted from it, enveloping me in a torrential maelstrom. The energy seared into my flesh, knitting broken bones, mending torn sinew, flooding my veins with an infernal vitality.

The sheer force of the ring's power sent ZoZo hurtling through the air, his massive form crashing to the ground with a resounding thud.

"My, my, Leon," Orphease's voice was a cold whisper in my mind. "You dare to summon me again?"

"I demand your blessing," I said, a newfound boldness in my voice.

Orphease's laughter was a chilling sound, echoing in the depths of my soul. "You have grown bold, child. But remember, your pact with Archeus has altered our game. This ring," he hissed, "is now cursed. Your thirst for souls will be insatiable, unending. You and Archeus are bound to me for eternity."

The ring blazed with a sinister light, inscribing runes of ancient power into its surface. A green aura, sinister and potent, began to emanate from ZoZo as he rose, his body undergoing a grotesque transformation. Muscles bulged and expanded, his stature growing, his very essence infused with the tormented souls captured by the Soul Trap.

Standing before this behemoth, I felt the full weight of my choice. I had become a nexus of dark powers, a vessel for the ambitions of gods and dragons.

Empowered by Orphease's tumultuous energy, I felt an overwhelming surge coursing through my veins, a fusion of my life-force with a force of unbridled destruction. Dark auras, like tendrils of shadow, emanated from my body, swirling in an ominous dance. Standing, I was a figure transformed, a conduit of chaos and power.

"What in the nine heavens are you?" Rad's voice trembled, his eyes wide with a mix of awe and terror at the sight unfolding before him.

ZoZo, now on his feet, regarded me with a new expression - one tainted with a flicker of fear. "You are one of the damned," he stammered, his bravado eroding in the face of my newfound might.

But I had no patience for his words, no desire for his fear. I was done with his voice, his presence. In a flash, I lunged at him. Time and space seemed to warp around me as I closed the distance with preternatural speed. My fist, now a weapon of raw chaos, smashed into his face. The impact was a symphony of shattering metal and splintering bone, black ooze oozing from the wreckage of his mechanical augmentations.

I leaped, seizing the back of his head, and dragged it downwards to meet my ascending knee. The collision was cataclysmic, fracturing the remaining side of his mechanical face. ZoZo's massive form staggered, then crashed to the ground under the relentless assault.

But my rage, my thirst for vengeance, was far from quenched. I approached his fallen form, each step an echo of impending doom. Drawing back my leg, I unleashed a kick with the fury of a tempest, striking him in the stomach. Black ooze spewed from his mouth like a fountain of corruption. His massive body, once a symbol of fear and power, now felt as insubstantial as a feather before my wrath.

This power, this overwhelming aura – was this what it felt like to be a god? Another kick sent ZoZo's body hurtling into the wall, creating a crater where he smashed into the chamber's structure.

"Spare me, I did not know you were one with chaos," ZoZo's plea was a broken whisper, his voice a cacophony of frayed wires and static.

"Spare you? Like how you spared those women?" My laughter was cold, devoid of mercy. I towered over him, the embodiment of vengeance and retribution. ZoZo's once formidable form lay broken and defeated, a shadow of the terror he once was.

In that moment, I stood as judge and executioner, a being transcended beyond mere mortality. The chamber around us bore witness to our violent dance, a testament to the destructive path of vengeance. The air was thick with the scent of ozone and blood, the remnants of our battle hanging heavily in the air.

ZoZo, once towering with unchecked confidence, now lay broken before me. His once-haughty gaze was clouded with a fear that grew with each second, each pulse of the ruby ring casting a crimson reflection across his contorted face. His eyes darted from me to the shattered remnants of his monstrous creation, Murdo, and back again, the dawning horror of his own vulnerability etched into every twitch of his monstrous features.

The inferno of my wrath knew no bounds as I stalked toward ZoZo's broken form. I reached down, feeling his face – no longer with the intention of mercy but to savor the fear twisting in his eyes. My fingers dug into his skull like claws, lifting him with an ease that felt foreign yet exhilarating. A sickening pop echoed as his battered body hung limp from my grip, his faint, pathetic groans fueling the storm within me. I realized, almost with a detached curiosity, that I enjoyed seeing him suffer – a desire I hadn't known lay buried within me.

"Such a delightful sight," I murmured, a whisper edged with the cold cruelty of Archeus. Was this still me speaking? Or had I finally become something beyond mortal concerns? ZoZo's eyes widened, the glimmer of fear brightening them for the first time. "Please..." he rasped, but his words fell empty.

"Please?" My voice felt foreign, resonating with a dark, echoing power. "Spare you, like you spared those women? Show you mercy, as you showed mercy to those you used as fodder?" My laughter echoed coldly across the chamber, devoid of the man I once was. In that moment, I saw the reflection of my own vengeance, twisted and monstrous, staring back at me from ZoZo's terrified eyes.

Flipping him onto his back, I pinned him down, my knee driving into his spine with crushing force. One by one, I grasped his arms, tearing them from their sockets with brutal, unrelenting strength. The sound of rending flesh and splintering bone filled the chamber, a gruesome symphony to accompany my vengeful deed. "What's the matter, ZoZo? Not feeling quite yourself?" My laughter echoed, cold and merciless.

I flipped him once more, forcing him to face me, to look into the eyes of his reaper. "This is for all the elven women, for all the lives you've stolen," I whispered, my eyes ablaze with a hellish light.

ZoZo's response was a pitiful cry. "You are no better than me! A killer, a collector of souls!" His words cut deep, his accusation as sharp as any blade. For a breath, doubt rippled through me. He wasn't entirely wrong. I was a killer, driven by vengeance, flirting with the abyss. I had made myself judge and executioner, and with each life I took, I felt the line between retribution and ruthlessness blurring.

"No," I murmured, more to myself than to him. I was not him, I told myself. But with each strike, each beat of the ring, I wondered how long I could keep that truth.

"Spare me…" he croaked, the words barely a whisper, his voice crackling like static as it slipped past broken, bloodied lips. "I did not… know you were one with chaos…" The arrogance that had once permeated his words had evaporated, leaving only a tremor of disbelief and a hint of desperate bargaining. The mighty overlord who had relished his cruelty, who had mocked and tortured, was now pleading, his voice laced with a desperation that bordered on madness. His mechanical eye flickered erratically, struggling to focus, his strength sapped by the brutal blows and the looming certainty of his end.

I stepped closer, the echoes of my boots resounding through the chamber, each step a countdown to his inevitable demise. ZoZo tried to inch away, his fingers scrabbling against the slick floor, the once-mighty tyrant reduced to crawling like prey in the wake of my power. "Spare me, please," he whimpered, his tone a frail, pathetic shadow of the arrogance he'd once held, his face a portrait of crumbling bravado. "We're… not so different…" He swallowed, choking on his own blood, desperate for any words that might grant him mercy. "We both… thirst for power…"

I met his gaze, my eyes cold and unyielding. "Power? You do not know what true power is," I said, my voice low, reverberating through the silent chamber. "True power is beyond mere cruelty and corruption. True power is the reckoning, the force that brings creatures like you to justice."

ZoZo's hands clutched at the ground, his remaining strength faltering as he tried to push himself up, a pathetic attempt to cling to the authority he no longer held. "No… you can't… I'm… ZoZo…" He sounded as though he was trying to convince himself, his voice wavering with an emptiness that betrayed his fading hope. His gaze flicked to the ruby ring, wide-eyed and quivering, as though watching his own fate taking form within its blood-red depths.

I watched his expression morph from disbelief to terror as the reality of his position sank in. For the first time, the fear he'd inflicted upon countless souls turned back upon him, an icy dread consuming him. I let him squirm beneath the weight of his own terror, savoring the irony that he, who had once feasted on the suffering of others, now lay defenseless and vulnerable, begging for his life.

He dragged himself further back, clutching at his ruined, mechanical form, the sparks and leaking fluids a grim reflection of his disintegration. "We can make a deal…" he stammered, his words fractured with panic. "I can give you riches… power…" His voice cracked, his mind grasping for a lifeline even as he sensed the futility of his plea. "Please… anything…"

Softly, almost tenderly, I placed my hands around his neck. The cantation that flowed from my lips was unfamiliar, yet it resonated with a power I had never wielded before. My hands ignited, flames engulfing them, scorching ZoZo's flesh. His screams crescendoed, a desperate wail as his body convulsed under the excruciating pain.

With a final, effortless motion, I twisted, snapping his neck. His head came away in my hands, a grotesque trophy of the fallen tyrant. I cast it aside, its lifeless gaze staring into the void.

But victory came at a cost. A searing agony unlike any I had known surged through my body. It was a forbidden, consuming pain, tearing through every fiber of my being. I fell to the ground, my screams echoing ZoZo's final cries. Darkness encroached on the edges of my vision, the chamber, the bodies, the blood - all fading into an abyss of pain and oblivion.