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Chapter 19 - The one who broke Logic

The one who broke Logic

Opening – The Place That Doesn't Exist

There was no light.

No darkness.

No air.

Not even silence.

Where Liron stood, even silence had been erased.

Only him.

Only the void.

He hadn't arrived there.

He had manifested.

Because this was the only place where questions without answers gathered—

Yearning to be heard.

And among them, one question rose above the rest:

"Were you ever supposed to be born?"

The Appearance of Void

He didn't emerge from light, or from shadow.

He was simply there.

He looked like Liron—

But he had no fire.

No flame.

No emotion.

No past.

No future.

"I'm not your brother," he said.

"And I'm not your enemy.

I'm just a question you never solved."

Liron looked at him.

No fear.

No anger.

No judgment.

"So what are you?" he asked.

"I am what happens when creating yourself becomes a crime against reality," Void replied.

Phase One – The Collapse of Logic

The battle didn't begin with a punch.

It began when Void sent out a wave of silence.

And Liron felt the world forget why time existed.

They moved—

But not through space.

They moved through ideas.

Each strike Void delivered erased a law of nature:

Gravity broke.

Pain ceased to exist.

The meaning of life was erased.

Liron absorbed it all—not from weakness, but by choice.

He wanted to understand.

But when Void erased the very concept of "choice"—

Liron closed his eyes.

"You were wrong," he said.

"I wasn't born to destroy logic.

I was born to choose to resist it."

The Birth of Flamemoria

Liron drew his swords—Ignisfang and Infernum.

But they trembled.

They understood this battle wasn't against an enemy.

It was against the very idea that said:

You're not allowed to exist.

Liron tightened his grip.

The two swords merged,

Becoming one.

Flamemoria.

A flame of black and gold.

A sword that carried not fire, but the memories of those who burned themselves

so something else could survive.

"You erase existence," Liron whispered.

"But I preserve it—

In pain. In memory. In choice."

Phase Two – The Power to Take Power

Void summoned beings from beyond the veil:

Angels without compassion

Demons forged from contradiction

Creatures who controlled the elements: fire, water, light, shadow, time

They all attacked at once.

But Liron—

For the first time—

Bent the universe to his will.

Every power that touched him

Was no longer theirs.

A water wielder charged at him.

Liron held out his hand—

And the water left their body, entering his.

He gazed at an angel—

And it lost the ability to move.

He whispered to a demon—

And the demon forgot how to exist.

A new ability had awakened in him:

The Flame of Domination

Liron could now disable the powers of any being—

And even steal those powers and make them his own.

Phase Three – A Cosmic Battle

The laws of the universe collapsed.

Liron began moving through time—forward, backward, sideways.

He bent it like a sword.

He rewrote moments.

He created new laws.

Void responded by erasing everything Liron did.

Not reversing it—erasing it.

His blade didn't cut.

It stopped things from continuing.

They fought in forgotten corners of creation.

On the edge of black holes that swallowed memory.

Through shattered galaxies and unborn dreams.

Every strike Void unleashed was a question.

And every strike Liron answered—was a memory, a choice, a scream of existence refusing to fade.

The Breaking of Void

In the end, Void dropped to his knees.

He didn't vanish.

He simply understood.

"If I was born from you...

Then you are more worthy than you ever believed."

"I'm not worthy," Liron answered.

"But I chose to exist—

And that's enough."

Void, broken and whole all at once, offered him everything he had left:

Total control over time

Mastery over souls: healing, destruction, liberation

A universal law: no one who tries to kill Liron will ever succeed

And above all: a source of infinite power—Liron himself

The Return

Liron opened a gate.

He looked back.

There, in the space where time never existed,

stood the one who had shattered logic.

And he returned.

No roar.

No glory.

Only a quiet Flame—

And a sword that reminded him:

All that I am—is my decision.

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