Chapter 27
Theo's skill as a writer guided him to stay alert, regulate his breathing, and prepare for the next move, while spears, swords, and forms of energy he had yet to predict lurked around him.
'Look at this, Cru.
Even though you've absorbed almost all the reality I possess, you remain powerless to limit a writer.
It is impossible for you to stop this.
I am the one writing this battle, controlling wounds and blood, deciding who falls and who rises.
Appearing as a manifestation or the original form is not enough to counter a pen fused with flesh and bone.
This is not about power or law, but about narrative.
About the logic of a sword only a writer who understands pain, fear, and anger simultaneously can wield.'
Dooooofh!!
Dust and fragments flew through the air, reflecting light in ways that could not be explained.
Time folded into a single, unrepeatable moment, compressing the distance between the real and the shadowed.
Theo Vkytor stood in the midst of the whirl, his body feeling both heavy and light, as if the gravity of this world adjusted to his will.
Each passing second seemed to accumulate into waves, surging around the battlefield that was not entirely real, yet not entirely fictional.
He looked ahead, unable to see Cru clearly, yet feeling the oppressive presence testing the limits of his physical and mental endurance.
A chilling atmosphere enveloped every breath, and within his soul, an unshakable certainty remained that he was at the center of the vortex, the location that would determine the story's direction before he even understood who the true protagonist was.
The explosion erupted from the heart of the fight, splitting space with green light whose heat penetrated not just the body, but memory and the deepest fears of humanity.
Thick dust obscured vision, masking forms that existed but appeared as blurry shadows on the surface of reality.
'This is no accident or coincidence. Is this your Sa's doing—a joker card kept to throw everything into chaos?
Wind gusts, splashing rain, and even the storm of ruins capable of toppling Emperor Aleph One from his throne.
All designed just to force me back, huh?
Tccckk!'
Hot winds whirled violently, slicing the line of sight like knives flying through darkness.
Cru did not appear as an easily predictable figure, but as a cunning shadow orchestrating the battlefield according to hidden plans.
He wielded Sa like a trump card, a threat cloaked in subtle deception, while explosions in areas Theo aimed to control were deliberately guided to force retreat.
Each wave of energy released by Cru defied logic and strategy, and Theo, who understood the battlefield from writing brutal scenes, could not attack immediately without risk.
He had to manage his steps, select gaps, weigh every direction where destruction could spread faster than his own reflexes—because every movement of Cru carried a hidden intent that would shrink maneuvering space if ignored.
Like an aleph-one surpassing all calculation, the labyrinth unfolded—a river of space and time that never dried, where every step was a meeting with infinity.
'You think this lone arm of mine can stop you?
You're gravely mistaken. This is the moment I reveal hidden potential.
Totality Technique.
All sword knowledge of Eshura Birtash, all of Theo Vkytor's wild ingenuity—I will unleash in a single, merciless strike.'
Husssssh!
'Every movement, every slash, every intention I plant in this sword, is a blend of training, experience, and … writing that shapes the world.
Not a single detail can be missed.
One small mistake, and my Parameter reaches its extreme, pushing me to the brink of death.
But I have waited for this moment long, storing Inti Lu to fully unleash.
Now, it's time to release everything—displaying the skill of the pioneer of the Erusha Birtash sword arts.'
Ussssshh!
'Eshura's skills with firearms may be poor, but this sword is a direct extension of the pen and the creative soul of a writer.
Each slash is not merely physical motion, but logic, narrative, and intensity capable of tearing reality apart.'
Fuuuuuaaa!
'You may be a manifestation, unilaterally controlling Sa and all world algorithms.
But believe me, no law can stop a writer who wields a sword as if writing a battle chapter in Last Prayer.'
After successfully stepping away from the explosion, Theo felt the bitter impact of the blast itself.
His left arm was almost useless, numb and heavy when moved, as if defying his brain's commands.
Cru's dispersing wind did not stop him, yet every fragment of energy from the explosion struck his left shoulder, leaving a sharp sting.
Nevertheless, Theo stood firm, enduring the pain, preparing his next move with the calm only a writer accustomed to orchestrating tension in his work could possess.
His right arm, still functional, became the sole instrument to manifest his greatest potential, preparing to unleash a technique even Eshura Birtash had never known—a move born from Theo Vkytor's wild mind and his extensive experience writing suspenseful scenes in Last Prayer.
The technique was named Totality Technique, a manifestation of all sword skills possessed by Theo—both known to Eshura Birtash and the creative improvisations of Theo as a writer.
Each movement and strike emerged simultaneously, signifying that the surrounding space had become a battlefield of extreme complexity and chaos.
The energy radiating from Totality Technique shook the stability of Inti Lu to its extremes, and even the smallest mistake could push the Human Change Parameter to its highest or lowest, a deathly threat hanging like a sharp sword above the head.
Yet Theo, who had restrained his energy for months and rarely applied Inti Lu fully, saw this as the perfect moment to demonstrate true potential, pushing his body beyond normal limits for the glory of the Erusha Birtash sword arts.
Each strike marked the perfect union of classical discipline and wild creativity.
In his family, nearly all members chose the Human Change path with Rumh or Mirhush class, and sword usage was nearly foreign.
Yet Theo Vkytor, with the brilliant foundation of his experience as a writer and strategic thinker, manipulated weapons with skill beyond ordinary expectation.
Every swing, every sword motion, was not only to attack Cru, but also to carve traces of his existence and creativity, affirming his dual identity as a writer and a warrior exploiting every gap in fate.
'Every sword art known to Eshura Birtash, every motion etched within me, every flash of inspiration only Theo Vkytor could conjure as a writer—all converge here.
This heptagonal pyramid is not merely a formation, but a dimension that suspends time and space to focus the energy of the attack.
Each technique moves beyond zero seconds, defying normal time, plunging into depths of -1, -2, -3, and further into infinite eras before all sword techniques strike forward, defying logic and penetrating every crack in the system.
Cru!!'
Haaaaah!
'More than a mere attack.
This is the manifestation of a writer's perfection, blending discipline, instinct, and narrative power in a single flawless slash.'
As Theo summoned the Totality Technique, the air around him transformed instantly.
Every sword technique ever known to Eshura Birtash or created by Theo Vkytor as a writer appeared without clear order, forming a heptagonal pyramid around his body.
To be continued…