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Scar hissed at Arthur, the pages of the Book of the Black fluttering. "You dare wound this sacred ground with your shadow filth, mortal man?"
Arthur's head tilted, his fingers flexing around the hilt of his Promethium sword though he made no move to swing it. "Filth? Coming from you, that's almost a compliment."
Black Hand lunged again, skeletal fingers trailing darkness as he slashed for Arthur's throat. The Shadow Monarch pivoted sharply, a whirl of cloak and boot, his heel driving into Black Hand's chest with a crack that sent him sprawling across the broken ground. Scar's blast followed raw black energy that hissed as it tore through the air but Arthur was already gone, stepping into its path only to slip aside at the last heartbeat, the blast tearing a canyon behind him.
"You two move like carrion birds," he muttered, appearing beside Scar in a ripple of shadows. His elbow slammed into her sternum, cutting her breath short as she coughed void into the air. Her grip faltered on the Book of the Black. Arthur's hand lashed out, not for the book, but for her wrist, wrenching it with a twist that forced her to release another shriek of pain.
Black Hand was on his feet again, screeching with fury, his arms flailing in a frenzy of necrotic energy. Arthur's gaze flicked, and with a flex of Ruler's Authority, the air itself bent pinning Black Hand's legs to the ground as if the weight of a mountain had settled upon him.
"You are a nobody black hand, I was expecting to fight Nekron himself here, but alas, he cannot exist in this plane without you." Arthur's voice was calm, almost amused, even as his knee drove into Scar's ribs, sending her spinning across the dust. She hit a jagged spire, the impact ringing out like.
Black Hand roared, tearing himself free of the invisible force with his own willpower and black lantern energy, only to meet Arthur's boot squarely in the jaw. Teeth cracked. A doomsday gauntleted fist followed, smashing into his cheekbone and driving him into the ground once more, a crater beneath the impact.
Arthur still hadn't used his blade to cut them down only to turn aside the occasional desperate blast, his movements fluid, almost casual. Each swing of their dark energy was met with a twist of his wrist, a flick of the Promethium sword, redirecting death beams into the wasted soil.
Scar, gasping, tried to conjure a chain of dark energy to bind him, her fingers clawing across the Book. Arthur appeared before her, his silhouette outlined by the looming Black Battery's glow. A single punch to her jaw sent the chain scattering like dust, her form reeling.
"What is this ?" Arthur said, violet glow licking his fingertips as he raised his ringed hand. "I honestly don't know what I expected from you... But this is disappointing."
From his ring erupted a torrent of darkness not a simple beam, but a tidal wave of crushing night, howling. It surged across the ground, tearing trenches as it hurtled toward the Black Central Power Battery.
Scar's eyes widened. "No!" she screamed, and with a desperate scream, she hurled herself into its path. The wave slammed into her, enveloping her in violet-black annihilation, and for a moment the world was nothing but the hiss of seared stone and the echo of her scream. When it faded, Scar was kneeling, smoking, her body cracked with lines of leaking shadow power.
Arthur lowered his hand slightly, watching her sway. "I don't get it," he said at last, voice edged with a faint, incredulous chuckle. "You're really ready to die for this rotting rock? For a glorified corpse-lamp destined for failure?"
Scar raised her head, blood trailing her lips. "It is… not a rock… it is the only way to correct this universe," she rasped, clutching the Book to her chest. Black Hand limped to her side, jaw hanging from the earlier blow, his regenerated fingers trembling as they clawed for balance.
Arthur stepped closer, the ground darkening around him with each step, his presence making the Black Battery's glow waver for the first time. "Correction?" he repeated, almost gently, then his gaze sharpened. "Lady Guardian…" Arthur's voice cut through. His violet eyes glinted beneath his hair, and his ring started to glow brighter in his finger. "This doesn't make sense at all."
Scar's eyes narrowed, before she could answer, Arthur raised his hand.
From the ground itself, shadows surged a massive, shadow hand unfurled from the void and struck out. The construct slammed into Scar with a force that cracked the air like a whip, sending the Guardian hurtling across the black plains of Ryut. She smashed against a mountain of black stone in the distance, fragments crumbling as she tumbled to her knees, coughing up strands of blood.
Black Hand tried to help her, skeletal fingers twitching with black light. "You think you can come here...here...and-"
"And what." Arthur's gaze fell upon him, and the air thickened around him.
Bloodlust.
The temperature plummeted as that violet glare locked him in place. Black Hand froze mid-step, a tremor crawling up his spine like an icy serpent. His knees buckled. His breath came in ragged gasps, a rasp of sheer primal terror clawing at his chest. The stench of fear rolled off him in waves.
"It seems even a corpse feels fear." Arthur murmured.
Then the planet itself rumbled. From the heart of the Black Central Power Battery, a voice erupted ancient, furious, and laced with contempt.
"Weak!"
And then he added
"Scar. Do it!"
The Guardian broken, coughing blood, yet still lifted her head. Her eyes flickered with pained devotion. "As you command.." she whispered hoarsely.
Before Arthur could so much as twitch, her frail fingers wove a sigil over her own chest. There was no hesitation. No plea for survival. A black light pulsed and then ruptured.
'What is she doing...' Arthur thought to himself.
Her mouth split open in a wet gasp as blood spilled from her lips in a red river. Veins split beneath her skin as necrotic energy ripped through her small form. She convulsed violently, the very essence of her being unspooling like burnt paper in a gale.
Arthur stepped forward, Promethium sword in hand, his face filled with Disgust rippled across his features, not pity, not sympathy, but cold revulsion at the sheer fanaticism before him.
"Enough of this."
With one fluid motion, the Promethium sword carved through the air, steel whispering. Her head parted from her body in a single stroke, her body collapsing to the ground.
Behind him, Black Hand laughed a rasping, broken cackle that echoed across the dead plain. It was madness and triumph, the sound of a man who had surrendered his soul long ago.
Arthur didn't spare him a glance. His cloak whipped behind him as he turned fully toward the Black Central Power Battery, violet light gathering at his ring. The ground fissured at his feet as he raised his ringed hand.
"You think you can keep this thing standing.." His voice was a low growl now, "This is over."
A torrent of shadow burst forth colossal, swirling, burning with violet-black fury. It slammed against the surface of the Black Central Power Battery with a sound like shattering rock.
only to flare against a barrier. A dark lattice of black energy surged to life, the battery cocooned in a shield that pulsed with the heartbeat of Nekron himself.
The blast raged against it, tearing up the ground, but the battery stood untouched.
From within the monolith came that voice again, deeper now, tinged with dark amusement.
"You strike at the heart of my battery with a borrowed shadow and think yourself a sovereign over death? How small you truly are, Shadow Lantern."
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