Zami's katana trembled in his grasp, its edge burning with the unholy fire of his own blood. Each breath was labored, his body a mosaic of scars and exhaustion. He stood amidst the Void Deux, facing the radiant figure for the 205th time.
This time, something felt different.
The creature loomed, its spikes hovering ominously, ready to pierce him once again. Zami tightened his grip on the hilt, his silver eyes narrowing. He activated the shards—*Bone Monarch* and *Wailing Dread*—their power surging into the blade. Crimson flames erupted as he invoked *Blood Cell Explosion*, the katana igniting like a fiery beacon of defiance.
"One more time," he whispered to himself.
He charged forward, his movements amplified by *Adrenaline Surge*. His katana danced through the void, executing *Multiple Slashes* with deadly precision. The blade's fiery arc was relentless, each swing carrying the full weight of his strength, his skill, and his unyielding determination.
Yet, it wasn't enough.
The radiant figure countered effortlessly, its spikes launching forward and piercing through Zami's chest. His vision darkened, his body collapsing into the void.
Revival.
Zami gasped as his eyes shot open. His body was whole again, but his soul bore the weight of 205 deaths. He rose unsteadily, his katana dragging against the ground. The radiant figure awaited him, unchanged, unyielding.
Closing his eyes, Zami stood motionless.
For the first time, he let his mind drift—not to his opponent, but to his past. Every moment flashed before him:
The harsh training under his father's watchful eye.
The countless enemies he had slain, each battle a lesson in survival.
The techniques he had forged through pain, persistence, and sacrifice.
The endless revivals, each death strengthening his resolve to escape this cruel reality.
It all came together in a single truth:
Everything he had endured, every drop of blood spilled, every tear hidden behind his emotionless mask—he had done it all to shatter the harsh world he lived in. To break the chains of this reality.
He opened his eyes.
The radiant figure readied its spikes, the air trembling under their immense force. But Zami stood firm, lifting his katana. The shards on its blade pulsed in unison, resonating with his resolve.
The void fell silent.
Zami's voice cut through the stillness like a blade. "Reality breaking slash."
With a single, fluid motion, he swung his katana in a massive horizontal arc. The slash tore through the void, its destructive force cascading outward in smaller, lethal fragments.
The spikes shot toward him, but they disintegrated upon contact with the wave. The radiant figure, unyielding until now, was cleaved in two. Its form dissolved into dust, obliterated by the sheer force of Zami's strike.
The void itself fractured. Space around him rippled and shattered like fragile glass, fragments of reality scattering into the abyss.
Zami stood in the aftermath, his katana still glowing faintly. He exhaled, his voice low and resolute.
"I won't fall yet."
The Void Deux lay in ruins, the silence now deafening. As Zami sheathed his katana, he felt the entities' gaze upon him once more. But this time, he didn't care.
He had proven his strength.