Chapter 166: Absolute White Radiance and Golden Vengeance
The darkness was no longer merely the absence of light; it had become a living entity, like a black dragon originating from the Grandmother's breath, crawling along the walls of the ominous hall. The Grandmother stood in the center of that magical circle, inscribed with the blood of ancient victims. Her face, which for many years had been hidden behind a mask of sanctity, was now cracked like rotting wood. Her white eyes, devoid of any mercy, stared directly at Rina and Diyari. She believed she was still the deity who decided their fate.
"You are merely the remnants of my body," the Grandmother said in a raspy voice that sounded like the hiss of a snake. "The power in your veins is what I planted. How dare you stand against your own roots?"
Rina took a step. The ground beneath her did not tremble; instead, as if being purified, the blackness upon it began to vanish. Rina felt something she had never experienced before. All those nights she spent crying alone in the dark room, all those prayers she made for salvation, were now gathering in the center of her chest like an infinite energy. That energy was not hatred. Hatred is something heavy and dark, but what Rina felt was as light as the morning sun.
"Absolute White Radiance" suddenly exploded from Rina's body. It wasn't just light; it was a white flood that engulfed every dark corner of the hall. The Grandmother screamed and covered her eyes. The shadows that swirled around her like an impenetrable shield began to shriek in the face of the light. Yes, the shadows had voices; they were the souls of those the Grandmother had devoured. Rina's radiance, with its absolute purity, began to dissolve those shadows. Black magic before this power was like a piece of paper thrown into a fire.
The Grandmother tried to gather her magic again, but every time she raised her hand, the white radiance burned the veins of her body. "No! This is an impossible purity! A human cannot carry this!" the Grandmother shrieked frantically.
On the other side stood Diyari. His body was a map of pain. All the scars the Grandmother had carved onto his body with knives and the "Broken Bone" spell now began to glow. The color of the glow was a deep gold, yet streaks of blood-red could be seen within it. "Golden Blood Pulse" was not just a spell; it was a living history of torture that had now become a weapon.
Diyari felt every beat of his heart like a hammer striking the walls of the forbidden. The wound on his chest, the greatest symbol of the Grandmother's tyranny, emitted a golden light that sliced through the surrounding air. Diyari looked at the Grandmother. No kindness remained in his eyes. What was left was only a ruthless justice.
"This is for the nights I couldn't breathe," Diyari said, taking a step. With every step, the ground shattered. "This is for the pain you labeled as 'upbringing'."
Diyari lunged toward the Grandmother like a bolt of lightning. She tried to defend herself with a wall of dense shadow, but Diyari's golden light sliced through the shield like a hot knife through butter. No protective magic could withstand a force forged from real blood and pain. Diyari reached the Grandmother. His hand, now covered in a red and golden glow, was placed upon her shoulder.
In that moment, all the spells the Grandmother had tested on Diyari returned inversely into her own body. She felt her bones shattering, exactly as she had done to Diyari. Blood poured from her mouth and nose. The screams that Diyari once uttered, which the Grandmother listened to with laughter, now echoed in her own throat.
Rina, on the other side, raised her hands toward the sky. "Absolute White Radiance" reached its zenith. The hall no longer had walls or a ceiling; everything had become a white light that the eyes could not behold. Rina looked at the Grandmother, who was turning to ash under Diyari's hand.
"You said we were merely tools," Rina said with a celestial voice. "But we are the mirror in which your filth is revealed. Look at yourself now, Grandmother. You are nothing but a shadow burning in the face of truth."
The Grandmother tried to use her final spell, the "Soul Explosion" magic, but before she could utter a word, Rina's white radiance bound her tongue and Diyari's golden light paralyzed her body. They were merciless. No room for forgiveness remained. All the wounds that had been on Rina and Diyari's bodies for years were now transferred one by one to the Grandmother's body. Her skin began to crack and burn. The black magic she had used for longevity now crushed her from the inside like poison.
With his glowing hands, Diyari seized the Grandmother's soul from the center. "You enjoyed seeing blood, didn't you? Now taste your own blood, poisoned by your own magic." With a powerful strike, Diyari thrust his golden light into the Grandmother's heart. At the same time, Rina directed a massive wave of white radiance.
A great explosion occurred. But it was not an explosion that brought destruction; it was one that purified. All the black mist that had covered the palace vanished. All the torture devices the Grandmother had created turned to dust. In the center of that light, the Grandmother began to slowly disappear. Her body could no longer endure that much light and inverse pain. Like a leaf in a fire, she first turned black and then became white ash, scattering into the air.
When the light faded, a deep silence took its place. The hall was in ruins, but the sensation of death was no longer there. Rina and Diyari stood in the center of the wreckage. The lights on their bodies slowly dimmed, but that power still remained within them. Diyari looked at his hands; his wounds no longer burned. They were no longer signs of being broken, but signs of victory.
Rina took a deep breath. The air no longer smelled of black magic. She looked at the spot where the Grandmother had been. Nothing remained, not even a single piece of her body. It was the purest form of vengeance: total erasure from existence.
"It is over," Rina whispered.
Diyari pulled her close and looked at the sky visible through the collapsed ceiling. "No, Rina. This is only the beginning. Now the world knows what white and golden radiance do to the darkness."
Together, they stepped out of the palace. Behind them, only ruins and the memory of a woman remained—one who thought she could use black magic as a shield, but ultimately became the first victim of the absolute radiance of the two souls she sought to break. The Red Vengeance reached its final station in this part, and the white and golden lights shone like two bright stars in the dark sky, ready to face any other shadow that dared to stand in their way.
Every step they took on the scorched earth was a symbol of the defeat of black magic. The Grandmother was only the beginning of a chain, but Rina and Diyari now know how to use the power within their bodies. "Absolute White Radiance" and "Golden Blood Pulse" are no longer just names; they have become their new identities. In this short night, they transformed from victims into warriors of light, and the world will never be the same again.
Written by: Dlin_myth