Night's eyes changed direction from the Whisper to the wraith. The corners of his lips raised when he saw the significant change in the wraith's main body's reaction.
The wraith's forehead was crumpled. Its eyes, which were locked with his, glowed a dangerous red color, but its dead fish eye appearance remained the same.
Night held his short sword tighter as the main body's hands raised into the air. Within a couple of seconds, the mirror wraiths were absorbed into the main body. Against the main body's desires, they screeched and filled the area with ear-splitting noise.
After the rebelling wraiths were absorbed back into the main body, a scythe, a little smaller than the main body's size, formed.
As the main body raised the scythe sideways until it was a little above its head, Night pointed the short sword towards it.
'If only I can do it.'
He stood staring at the main body, studying every inch of its movements while wondering if he could re-enact what he did back at the Central Awakened Station.
'That bright light back then.'
The holy light, which shot out of the tip of his short sword in the desperate moment to defeat the monster in front of him. If the holy light, which wiped everything in its way, was released again and hit the main body, there would be a large possibility for Night to win the fight.
'Even if it doesn't kill it. I will at least receive a huge advantage.'
Even if the holy light was not able to wipe out the wraith's main body from this world, it would at least deal decent damage that could turn the tide of the fight.
Night flinched, and his eyes broke away from the intense stare he was having with the main body and darted back to the Whisper.
Night bit his lip so hard it bled. He was about to die; losing a little blood was nothing.
He shifted his eyes back to the main body and saw that something was forming at the tip of the scythe.
'Wind?'
He could hear the occasional whistling of the wind. The problem was, it was coming from the enemy's scythe.
It reminded him of something he didn't want to remember. The mirror wraith, which hands shifted into a mutated human's. Its attacks were invisible, but they dealt quite the damage to him.
Its attacks were like wind. It was something that could be heard but not seen.
As the swirling wind increased, Night knew that the main body was close to finishing its charged attack. Knowing that getting hit by something like that would cut him into pieces, like how the mirror wraith's attacks almost did, Night bent his knees and charged towards the main body.
He used the collapsed roof as leverage to jump towards the main body's scythe in an attempt to cancel its impending attack.
The formless Whispers enveloped the short sword, reinforcing it for durability and sharpness just before the blade came in contact with the scythe.
Night groaned from the impact. As his short sword collided with the scythe, he felt the wind trying to repel his body and send him flying. But with the help of the formless Whispers latching onto the scythe and preventing him from getting thrown back, Night managed to stay near the scythe.
And with gritted teeth, he pushed the short sword more into the scythe with all the strength he could muster. His eyes stayed on the main body's face, which was why he did not realize that his blade didn't actually come in contact with the scythe.
The wind was preventing it from making contact with it. After a few seconds of using his strength to push the short sword, only then did he realize that his blade never touched the main body's weapon.
The aura of death emitting from his body poured out, and he manipulated it so that it concentrated into the short sword while some condensed through the wind, fighting it off.
The main body's slit lips raised, its eyes shaped like two crescent moons as silence befell for a second.
Night felt shivers run down his back, and within that instant, he withdrew the powers preventing him from getting repelled and instead used it to jump back from the main body. As he was doing so, the main body had no desire nor the patience to wait for Night to finish as it swung the scythe sideways.
"Hup!"
Night sucked in his breath as he let his body fly back. The wind followed closely from behind. If it were not for some of the Whispers' sacrifice and hadn't created the same orb that protected him back when he first met Rafael, he would have been cut into a thousand pieces.
Inside the orb, Night could hear loud rumblings, and the ground beneath his feet shook like there was no tomorrow, but the darkness remained. It stayed like that until everything became dead still.
As the orb dissipated and Night finally got to see his surroundings again, the Whispers that helped him turned into nothingness.
Night's chest skipped a beat. He felt something inside him filling up. It was as if a void he never knew existed started to be filled with something when the Whispers disappeared.
His hands flew to his chest; his heart was beating normally. However, beside his heart, he could feel something beating.
Night put what he felt aside for the time being as his eyes scanned the surroundings. In front of him, where the shed should have been, was reduced to nothing but fine dust. The trees behind him were cut into uncountable pieces.
'I really could have died back there.'
Night's eyes, which were occasionally changing directions, then stopped at what was in front of him a few hundred meters away.
"I didn't realize that the wind pushed me so far back."
Night commented, his stoic face fell, and a mocking smile appeared on his face.
'I wonder if I can do that, too.'
Night raised his hand with his palm facing the soon midnight sky. The remaining Whispers, which were still in their human form, became formless and flew in his direction.
They heeded his call.
As the formless Whispers gathered in his hands, they grew bigger and denser at the same time. Night put them closer to his heart.
"You know what to do."
Being able to communicate well with them proved to be a great thing. For the very first time, Night felt glad that he could lean on something, even if he didn't know the real reason why that something was helping him.
The short sword in his other hand glowed a perfect darkness as the formless Whispers flew to it. Night let them take his weapon and let go of it. His eyes peeked at the wraith's main body, which was still grinning at him with its slit lips.
'Less than ten minutes should be enough.'
Night noted mentally.
"Watch while you still can, you bastard, because I will be watching you as you'll be damned later."
Night took a step closer to the short sword in front of him. As he reached his hand out to the weapon, words were reflected into his retina:
[Item: ???
Rank: ???
Description: A weapon owned by the Whisper's lost child. A weapon that has never been seen before, as it is something that holds good and evil at its tip.]
Once Night touched the hilt of the short sword, it was dismantled. Like a snake, it wrapped around Night's arm and took the form of a chain.
"This is probably enough..."
Night touched his former short sword on his arm and paused for a second.
'Come out.'
As the words echoed in his mind, he felt the thing beating beside his heart hasten. His heart beat its last as the unknown beating beside it took over. He could feel his body run cold and hot at the same time.
The chain in his arm changed color and became a golden chain. His hand, which the golden chain was wrapped in, opened, and a golden light appeared from nothing. Meanwhile, his other hand had something else manifested in it. It was a black flame that represented the perfect darkness of a person's heart.
Golden sparks came out of his right side, where the golden chain was, while his left side was enveloped in a black flame.
It was death and divinity. He really had it inside of him, just like what that old man from the desert told him.
And as the polar opposite powers merged in his central core, it all happened in an instant.
Less than a minute of silence was all it took before the sound of something falling to the ground with a loud thud and making the earth quake for a couple of seconds occurred. And like an earthquake, the occurrence repeated once more like an aftershock.
Night, who was a few hundred meters away from the wraith's main body, was now a few meters from behind as its head slid through its neck, revealing a perfect cut, and its body tilting to the side before falling to the ground.
The moon was right in the middle of the sky, and the bell from the clock tower at the Awakened Academy rang, signaling that a new day had come.
[Congratulations, master. You have officially killed the calamity-tier Chaos creature: Six Mirrored Wraith.]
Rafael's toneless voice echoed in his mind.