The Universe Is Innately Just 191 Unexpected Turnaround Part Three

"What did they do deserve this path?", the same question resounded in his head before the image disappeared.

Sadness and sorrow had taken hold of his soul, and the fight with Golden had completely disappeared from his thought. Time's hourgla.s.s stopped moving, and with Fell's hold on reality vanished through a smokescreen.

"They told me it was destiny…", his own voice resounded in his head. "The n.o.bles are kings, while we are just the defects of this world."

Image of residents of the Core appeared one after the other; their faces and bodies portrayed the honesty of their life, injured and disfigured by fate. He saw the viciousness in their faces, and the brutality of their action, but could even see the content of their heart. Their resentment from losing to fate, and their hopes, yearning for the future.

Deep in their souls, they wanted to break the circle of viciousness. But with their past, present, and future stolen and murdered by the fate of the world, they found themselves only able to do the same to their peers.

Fell's sorrow intensified, and his heart sank further and further away from the fight. Losing focus in the middle of a battle was said to be stupidly dangerous, but what he was feeling and seeing had been a truth his heart and mind had concluded a long time ago. What was happening now was only a reminiscence his adrenaline-boosted mind had made resurface.

Completely oblivious to that, he sank in the soft and mellow part of his being even further. Yet even as if he felt that his heart couldn't feel sadness this intense, it didn't stop and continued. He felt as if his heart was going to explode and even felt his flesh and bone rot.

He felt a thug in his back and turning his neck; he saw a horrifying amount of corpse behind him.

"Eh…", he sighed, "Have I already killed this much in my life?". The thought filled in sorrow only made his mood worsen.

There he hit rock bottom, and the light in his eyes disappeared from a moment. Suddenly a transition happened in his soul, and the sadness and sorrow that had taken place in his being transformed. -Thud! Thud! Thud!-

His heart nearly beat thrice in an instant. Something lit up inside him, the image and thought he was having served as fuel for it. That thing was rage, rage toward the world, and destiny. A man appeared in front of him; Fell knew that the person who appeared in his mind was his personification of fate.

Livid wrath was directed to the figure. His anger, and burning rage, lit up the darkness surrounding him and the man's figure appeared as clear as daylight. It was Golden.

"It's all-", he mumbled through his teeth as his eyes glowed. "It's all-", he repeated with insanity taking over his mind.

"It's all your fault!", as that thought flowed in his mind. Time property resumed as Golden's figure, in reality, replaced destiny's manifestation he was seeing.

Fell's sword, coated with murderous sword intent, and enhanced by Little Gold's lightning, turned ablaze in an instant fueled by an out of world fury.

Golden's heart stopped beating in an instant when his eyes crossed the gaze of the youth in front of him. A vision of his body, headless and dismembered, appeared in his mind with clarity. He washed the premonition out of his mind, and squeeze every drop of energy contained in his body.

But it was to no avail, and Fell's sword cut through Golden's drill with ease. The first chop dismembered the spear shaped drill, and the arm that was under it fell on the floor with a thud. The second chop left Fell's hand the next moment his first attack was launched, and lightning sparked as his energy spiked during an instant. His black hair rose in the air, and his muscles bulged to an abnormal size as Fell squeezed every speck of power that existed in his body.

One line appeared in the ballroom. Cutting through everything in its path, pillars were cut in half, stairs didn't resist its advance, and even a wall of reinforced steel had to bow down after its pa.s.sage.

In the air, a head soared high and rebounded softly on the ceiling before falling down. A long exhale escaped Fell's lips, and with it disappeared part of the wrath that had taken his soul. His hair softened before laying softly back on his bare shoulders.

Golden head hit the ground, but his dismembered body stood in its place, seemingly forever a.s.suming his posture of defeat. Seconds pa.s.sed quietly, and the armored flesh coating Golden physique turned to rot in an instant. His body turned into a horrid pool of pus and blood.

Fell calmly gazed at what was left of his opponent. His mind pondered on the vision and mirages he had seen during the fight, and he couldn't help but take a step forward and viciously stepped on the laying head on the ground. Golden's face was plastered with the vicious expression he had during the fight, and his expression showed that he had died in an instant. Unaware of his own loss, and oblivious to his own death.

Splurge!- A frightening sound resounded through the ballroom. And Golden deceased head turned into a mess of grey matter than laid on the bloodied floor of the ballroom.

Fell drew one last long exhale before finally calming down. He couldn't help but regret his action when his head looked down; he was barefooted. He took out a bottle out of his spatial pocket, drank several mouthfuls of the crystalline liquid and cleaned the filth out of his body.