Life Beyond End

Blood poured from Flynn's body, dripping steadily down his chest. Each drop burned, each one a sharp reminder of just how fragile he really was. Pain raked through his body, starting from the hole in his chest and spreading outward like fire. It was a kind of pain he'd never felt before, something that made him want to scream, but all he could do was mutter the words, "D-damn it…" under his breath. His body trembled with exhaustion and blood loss. Every part of him ached.

SHK!

The beast ripped its claw free with a sickening sound, and Flynn's body jerked as the monster withdrew. It let out a low, pleased growl as it looked down at him, its hollow eye sockets gleaming with malice. The monster took a step back, its grin widening even further as it turned its back on Flynn's broken body. It believed the fight was over.

But then—

...!

A faint shift in the air. The beast's eyes darted back, narrowing, as something unusual stirred in the room. The change was subtle, but the monster could feel it. The tension in the air, the crackling of power.

SHANG!

Suddenly, the hole in Flynn's chest began to glow, blinding yellow light pouring from it. The room filled with a brightness so intense that even the shadows seemed to be swallowed by it. The light was not just a flash—it was a force, pushing everything around it back, like a wave crashing onto the shore.

[Eternal Subversion: Activated]

[ES Lvl. 2]

[Skill added under ES and QP]

[ES: Reality]

[QP: Time Precision]

[!!!]

[Warning: These skills will be compressed and will be put under Alvron. Accept?]

Flynn's whole body tensed as the power surged through him. The pain vanished, replaced by an icy coldness that seeped into his very bones. He stood up, slow but steady, as if he was no longer concerned about the damage done to his body. His eyes, once filled with confusion and anger, were now empty. Cold. Merciless.

He felt no fear, no doubt. Just an overwhelming sense of power that washed over him like a flood.

"Accept," Flynn's voice was low, calm, and distant. There was no hesitation, no second thoughts.

[Compressing skills.]

[Skills have been compressed, as command of thy creator.]

The beast stared at Flynn, its fear growing with each passing second. The air around them seemed to shift, pressing down on the monster, making it feel smaller, weaker. Flynn didn't speak, didn't even flinch. He simply stood there, his dark eyes locked on the beast, the marks on his skin glowing brighter with every heartbeat. The power in him was no longer a mere trickle—it was a torrent. And it was ready to be unleashed.

The beast stumbled back, its instincts screaming at it to run, to flee from the thing standing before it. For the first time, the monster truly felt fear. The cold, heavy weight of it gripped its heart, and it was paralyzed. The beast opened its mouth, trying to form words, but they came out as desperate, pleading sounds.

"GRAG HAFRYAD YHKG!" It barked, its voice trembling with fear. (I'm sorry for attacking you, my lord.)

Flynn didn't flinch. His lips barely moved as he answered, his voice as cold as the depths of space. "Erathifl jafgth." (Did I allow you to speak, lowly demon?)

The words hit the beast like a slap. It recoiled, its body jerking as if the very sound of Flynn's voice was a physical blow. The fear was overwhelming now, choking the creature's thoughts, its will.

BANG!

The beast dropped to its knees, bowing in the dirt before Flynn. Its enormous form quivered, and its eyes were wide with panic. "OPHERTSH LOKPOTUIRE..." (Please forgive me...)

Flynn stood still, his gaze unwavering. His expression didn't change. "Something that doesn't exist doesn't have the right to speak," he said coldly. The words were like an executioner's sentence. There was no mercy, no sympathy. Just finality.

The beast, broken and desperate, crawled closer, inching toward Flynn, its voice almost pleading, "KAM! POLTH FA T-" (No! Spare me pl-)

BANG!

The beast's body shattered, like a fragile glass breaking into a thousand pieces. One moment it was there, and the next, it was nothing. The air around Flynn seemed to pulse with the finality of it all. The monster's begging, its pitiful attempts to save itself—gone. Nothing left.

Flynn stared at the empty space where the beast had been. His chest rose and fell with slow, measured breaths, his eyes cold, but a flicker of satisfaction burned deep in his gaze. The beast was no more. But it hadn't been satisfying. He didn't feel relief. He only felt... empty. A deep, hollow emptiness that made his chest feel heavier than it should.

SHANG!

The light around Flynn slowly faded, his marks dimming as the power that had filled him began to recede. The world around him returned to its normal, dim state. He looked down at his hands, but they felt... weak. The strength that had flooded him moments before was now slipping away. His body trembled, the toll of using so much power catching up with him in a rush.

The exhaustion hit him like a freight train, and before he knew it, he stumbled. His legs gave out, and he collapsed to the ground, the cool floor against his cheek.

"Agh!" Flynn gasped, the pain returning all at once. "Damn this shit hurts..."

His body ached in places he didn't even know could hurt. Muscles that had once felt strong were now useless, as though the energy had been sucked from them entirely. His mind was clouded, the heavy fog of exhaustion pulling him deeper into darkness. His breaths came in shallow gasps.

I shouldn't have used Alvron for so long... The thought barely made it through the haze. His body was too weak to move, too tired to think straight. All he wanted was a moment of rest, just to close his eyes and escape from the pain.

But even in that moment, as the world blurred around him, something gnawed at him. He had done what he needed to do. He had erased the beast. But the feeling of power... of control—it was still there, lingering at the back of his mind.