Endless Evolution: Last Star Chapter 1569 1569: You Are Weak (Part 2)
Previously on Endless Evolution: Last Star...
"What are you doing?"
A chilling tone echoed from the Silver Weaver. Pity was nowhere to be seen in his gaze, even as Lone Blaze endured her intense suffering.
"W-What?" Lone Blaze rasped out, crimson liquid trickling from her lips with every syllable.
The Silver Weaver's eyes tightened into slits.
"Can't you manage a handful of energy surges? Weren't you once a mighty artifact?"
She tried to reply, yet a fresh surge of torment surged through her frame, forcing her to cough up a gush of blood.
"GHA!"
"GHA!"
"GHA!"
It took several moments for Lone Blaze to regain her composure. A brief respite came her way before the following energy surges hit.
"Did you show up to assist, or something?" Lone Blaze winced sharply. "I don't have a damn clue what this energy is! It hurts like hell!"
Yet the Silver Weaver offered no reply. He simply gazed down upon her, arrogance gleaming in his stare.
Lone Blaze opened her mouth to speak, but an incoming burst of agony silenced her once more.
Her form twisted in excruciating torment as she crumpled to the floor. The golden energy ripped through her insides, leaving her nothing but a vessel of misery.
That said, this wasn't merely a trial of endurance. Instead, it acted as a lethal toxin rapidly dragging Lone Blaze toward oblivion.
"Rgh..." Her teeth clenched tight while she squirmed in front of the Silver Weaver. She cared little for who witnessed her or her disheveled state.
Her sole desire burned for an end to the torment. Survival demanded a solution, yet the crisis escalated far too swiftly.
"I can't..."
In a raspy murmur, Lone Blaze uttered the words. A haze started to shroud her vision, with shadows creeping in from the edges.
The Silver Weaver's voice alone pierced the air for Lone Blaze, and it carried no comfort.
"You're weak."
Tremble.
In his grasp materialized the lengthy needle, his arm lifting skyward like a headsman poised to strike down a condemned soul.
Slash!
Blood sprayed in the wake of the broad stroke, with an object thudding onto the surface below.
Twitch. Twitch. Twitch.
Lone Blaze's nearly shut eyelids fluttered as terror gripped her, fixing on the severed limb sprawled before her. It had been severed neatly at the shoulder in one swift motion.
Her gaze lifted toward the Silver Weaver.
"W-What?"
Confusion overwhelmed her regarding his action. Crimson streamed steadily from the injury, yet his expression showed no trace of discomfort.
"If you perish, Adam suffers defeat too. His downfall spells the end for this entire realm."
His eyes shifted to the detached limb.
"Go ahead. Don't you crave power?"
Dread washed over Lone Blaze's features as the Silver Weaver's intent dawned on her.
"Discard your artifact's pride and intellect. As Adam's partner in power, you must pursue triumph and might relentlessly, mirroring his resolve."
With a nudge from his foot, the Silver Weaver sent his arm tumbling nearer to Lone Blaze, halting inches from her lips.
"Bury your teeth in the meat and rip this limb to shreds like a savage creature. Devour my essence. Survival hinges on this alone now."
The Silver Weaver spoke truth, but the idea repulsed Lone Blaze deeply. She prepared to protest and refuse, however...
Another onslaught of suffering shattered her reservations, compelling her to abandon every shred of dignity.
Survival stood as her singular aim at this point.
THRUST.
Her sharp teeth plunged into the Silver Weaver's limb, shredding chunks of tissue one by one. Such degradation had never crossed Lone Blaze's path before, yet... what options remained?
A faint, twisted smile crept across the Silver Weaver's face as he observed the stunning yet horrifying spectacle.
Grave repercussions awaited him for this act, though he recognized it as the sole proper choice.
'Truth be told, envy stirs in me that this force selected you,' the Silver Weaver mused inwardly. 'My abilities wouldn't fit here, though. Victory demands Adam's success, and solely she possesses the raw force to obliterate Vaarh entirely.'
Indeed, minutes had ticked by, meaning Adam ought to have met his demise ages ago—assuming those moments unfolded in reality rather than this internal domain.
Out in the actual world, mere seconds—nearly ten—remained for Adam.
Before long, the Silver Weaver cast his eyes downward upon Lone Blaze.
Blood smeared her lips; she remained on her knees, yet the agony had vanished.
Golden currents swirled about her, no longer venomous, but rather a fresh force she commanded fully.
For an instant, the essence enveloped her silhouette in a soft shroud, unveiling her transformed self.
Long robes of white trimmed in black now adorned her, infused with the threading might from the Silver Weaver, while her locks cascaded to her hips, ablaze with vivid golden fire.
Ancient amber gleamed in her eyes, yet they burned not with serenity or sagacity, but with an unquenchable thirst for battle and conquest.
"Well, well..." A grin split the Silver Weaver's face as he slung his needle across his back. "This version suits you far more."
Lone Blaze aimed to retort, but inexplicably, anguish twisted her features once again.
For the final instance.
Her hand gripped her neck, striving to suppress the acrid surge while her gaze intensified to a brilliant shine.
"AAAAAAARRRRRRRRRGGGGGHHHH!!!"
Her bellow unleashed a torrent of amber radiance from her core, surging across the full span of the Evolution Tree and the inner realm.
Solar eruption-like brilliance eradicated every trace of monstrous essence, purifying the Evolution Tree and infusing it with surging golden vitality.
The blaze seared the inner domain in whiteness as the luminous beam erupted skyward, yearning to breach into the outer realm.
...
In that instant, Adam—teetering on death's edge—regained sight of the vibrant world anew, gripped by one of the most profound feelings a human could know.