The World's most Overpowered Side-Character

"Khalle-Nova is about to see the absence of the Godslayer for the first time sinve he first appeared, my King, it is now or never, the journey he is about to undertake is one he cannot just leisurely abandon, he is moving at amazing speeds in the opposite direction of us," Giza announced, furrowing her brows with her hand crossed un?" She caressed her chin in wonder.

"Why?" She asked herself. "There is nothing in that direction, is he attempting to find another Grand collective somehow?"

"There are more?" Umbra asked.

"Of course there are, what, did you think that this was the only spot inside of infinity where there existed life?" Giza raised her brows in amusement, but quickly suppressed her humour and turned her attention to Sol again.

"Why is he going to the edge of the Grand?" Umbra broke her train of thoughts with a simple yet pressing question. He always imagined that the day Sol made a move it would be in his direction, this puzzled him just as much as if did the entity allied with him, it showed on both their faces just how much it did.

"I do not know what he is thinking; maybe he decided to give up-"

"Never." Umbra snapped, his singular word held within it all the personality that resided with Sol Vestic, as his clone, nobody knew Sol like he did. "It's impossible, believe me, Sol Vestic will never give up, he will never concede, he is a perpetual force of nature incapable of stopping himself from seeking strength!"

"My King..." Giza stared at Umbra's back. "This is the most I have seen you and him resonate."

"Whatever the reason is, he isn't giving up, Giza, trust me on that, Sol won't ever give away all that he has, you say that this is an opportunity, but I can only see it as a trap," He spoke warily, avoiding and overlooking her remark on his and Sol's similarities to get his point across.

"Then I am even more confused." Giza turned to the dark in her mind seeking answers, causing her eyes to roll over into her head and her body to stiffen while she continued seeking answers. "He is moving at speeds that dictate he will not stop anytime soon, physically exhausing and hurting himself to travel beyond the realm he is currently in."

"He's not running though," Umbra argued his point once more. "When an enemy moves in the opposite direction it can only be for two reasons, a retreat, or a trap, and as I said, Sol Vestic does not retreat, or rather, he won't." He added. "Don't get an funny ideas, he's still very much in the game... Giza?"

Amidst speaking to her, Umbra was shocked when he realised that the Dark Emissary was no more, she had simpluy left him there.

Rather than be disturbed or even slightly perplexed by Giza's actions, he turned to the quasar and took a breath to calm himself. One more month and the great phenoena would be entirely enshrowded in darkness, and then it would take an additional month for him to completely absorb it by breaking it down into black mana.

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"[Uncle, there is something approaching you faster than you are moving] Jena almost screamed in Sol's head, causing him to wince because of the tone and pitch she had used.

"What?"

"Someone is approaching you!"

"That's impossible-"

"Sol Vestic, you have exposed yourself!!"

Giza's voice exploded around him through the Khalla-Novan Void and Sol for a second nearly broke his momentum, but committed to his task he ground and grit his teeth, focusing even more mana into his feet and casting another lehgthy healing spell on his body when the vessels in his left eye now displaying the scar he had long forgotten about began rupturing.

[Infernal Technique; Stream]

Sol cast a secondary thrusting magic from the soles of his feet, causing the mechanism before him to rattle as even his mana was struggling to form while he continued pushing his speed to the absolute limit.

"Say something!" Giza screamed at him again, but even then, Sol remained fixated on his task and ignored her voice. "Where are you going?" She asked far moe calmly than she had been speaking a moment prior. "Answer me damn you!"

"I have a question," Sol answered using his mana like a reverse link into her head causing Giza to freeze at the edge of the Khalla-Boris Collective and stare at him. "Will you answer my question honestly, Dark One?" He asked, she watched his ethereal form like a string stretched across galaxies, moving away from her, her curiosity getting the better of her the woman huffed and crossed her arms with a smile.

He had followed her power back into the inverse reality where only she had power, he had spoken to her directly, bypassing her defences and speaking into her head, she was intrigued.

"I will answer honestly, Godslayer, Sol Vestic," Continue your adventure with empire

She replied, her initial goal was to attack him as soon as he exited the Khall-Nova borders and entered the passsage, but now, she was reserved to do so.

This was her first real interaction with her first candidate.

"What is it that you wish to know?"

"I already know your goal and purpose," Sol admitted. "That day when you first appeared before me, I understood them as soon as I saw you; you want complete and total destruction for the entire Grand Collective and whatever may lie beyond that, your goal is to turn all existence into a timeless singularity, I already know this."

"Then what else could you possibly want to know, that is all there is to my existing purpose, I am inevitable, the answer to life and death, the true end."

She raised a brow, even more intriged than she was a moment ago.

"What is your name?" Sol asked. "I have met darkness before, but she was only darkness, her title was one given to her by the enemies who feared her, just as the emissaries of fate and light refer to you as The Dark One, and I see you as Umbra's Ally, but I know myself to know that if you have been around him this long he undoubtedly gave you a name."

"Indeed, my King did bestow me with a name, a beautiful name that only the apostle of darkness could have thought of,"

She smiled leisurely following above him where he could not immediately sense her.

"Apostle of darkness, King?" Sol scoffed. "He is a facade of the original, nothing more."

"My name is Giza,"

She answered, preventing Sol from slandering Umbra's name any further.

"My Lord named me Giza."

"Tame..." Sol pouted. "It's a nice name."

"What do you hope to accomplish by complimenting me, your kind words are meaningless-"

"I am being kind because someday I will end your existence, I will kill you sometime soon, Giza, so I am extending this one moment of kindness to you because I know that Umbra is incapable of seeing anything else, I know that he will never love you, never like you, he will use you as a tool and then when you expect it the least he will betray you," Sol smirked through the pain. "I will show you."

"No, my King is kind to me-"

"If he was kind to you then why are you still sad, Giza?" Sol slightly leaned his head and stared right at her. "If he was such a good Lord to you, then why are you here trying to establish a connection to my soul?" He continued smiling. "I see you, Giza, I see you as a sad existence wishing only to be seen by those you have watched since before the dawn of time."

"How dare you-"

"You will fail," Sol continued to eerily stare through the dark veil separating the two of them. "You and Umbra will ultimately fail, I will kill you both for threatening the Grand and my family, but I am not without sympathy, so I am giving you the opportunity now to feel what kindness actually is, because the next time we meet I am going to end your life."

"You do not have the power to make such a claim!"

Giza's anger boiled, the pools of black within her eyes spiralled in tandem with her rage, overcome with this sudden uneasy feeling she had never experienced before she broke the veil, descending into the physical plain towards him, but before she could lay a hand on Sol he spun and rested his hand on her cheek, leaving with her a lingering warmness she had never felt from even the hottest burning stars.

"Wh..."

Giza stuttered, staring at Sol as he vanished in a stream of golden mana, leaving her sights in an instant.

"What is this?"

She shuddered when the warmth spread across the right side of her face, her skin that had always been pale in that area flushed with a healthy blush and his mana rippled through her causing her right eye to become a calm hazel.

"What did you do to me?"

Giza continued to shake, staring at her long hair in shock when several strands changed from black to a shade of blue.

"Sol, what is this!?"

She stared, holding her face and resting her hand above a heart she never knew existed when her right eye began streaming tears.

"That is the love I want my daughter to grow up with, unbothered by the struggles of dark and light, I want Talia to be happy, to feel loved,"

Sol answered using the link she had yet to sever.

"That is my love for my child in its purest form, the feeling I get every time I see her, every time I hold her, every time she laughs, she is precious to me beyond words."

"My gift to you this once, Giza, is unconditional love, keep it, hold on to it for as long as you can, it is all the love you will ever experience, I won't fight hate with hate,"

He stared ahead again, sure she was no longer following him.

"I will stop the cycle with you and my brother."