Chapter 518: Inevitable II
Naval’s trident dulled, its summoned waters falling inert.
Roman’s fists faltered mid-swing, his body-force caught as if shackled.
Roselia gasped, her voice breaking. "I... I can’t cast. The law won’t allow it."
Milim snarled, energy searing at her fingertips only to gutter out, smothered by decree.
Halreth’s armored form advanced, each step perfect, unhurried. The banners of law streamed behind him, filling the sky with a storm of judgment. His voice carried no anger—only inevitability.
"You fractured inevitability. You violated the balance of endings. Thus, your rhythm will be tested. If it falters, it will be silenced."
He raised the gavel again, and a circle of white law erupted beneath Leon’s feet. It wasn’t an attack—it was a judgment chamber. Every fracture, every echo Leon had carved threatened to collapse inward, sealed by rules older than memory.
Leon staggered as the Fifth Pulse recoiled, its wild defiance dragged down into suffocating stillness. His skin split further, light leaking from the cracks as his resonance fought to breathe. The air around him whispered with broken echoes, all pulled taut, forced into singular paths.
Halreth’s gavel lowered, his words final.
"Resonate, if you can. Or fall, and be erased."
For the first time, Leon’s allies couldn’t move to aid him. Their powers were bound, their bodies locked by immutable law. Only Liliana’s eyes burned with understanding—her lips moved in silence, whispering to him.
Your fracture isn’t just defiance. It’s choice. Don’t fight the law by denying it. Fracture it from within.
Leon’s breath rasped. His heartbeat hammered against the weight of judgment, each pulse a war. The Fifth Pulse writhed, straining against the perfect stillness.
His lips curled into a grin, jagged but alive.
"...If you want my rhythm silenced... then hear it first."
The Fifth Pulse exploded outward.
Not with raw rebellion—but with divergence. Every echo became two, then four, then countless—possibilities forced into being where the law demanded only one. The circle of white law cracked under the weight of choice, fractures running through its perfect geometry.
Halreth’s gavel shuddered in his hand. For the first time, the Sovereign’s tone sharpened.
"...You would fracture law itself."
Leon’s voice roared, layered with infinite echoes.
"Your law weighs me? Then break on my rhythm!"
The battlefield screamed as fracture and law collided, each strike rewriting reality for a heartbeat before the other seized it back.
The battlefield did not shake—it convulsed.
Halreth no longer walked; he descended. Each step was not motion but verdict, his presence rewriting the ground into radiant marble as though the world itself wished to be his courtroom. His gavel pulsed once, and reality trembled in obeisance.
"Immutable Law." His voice carried like iron scripture, resonant and merciless.
"The fracture you wield will not ripple unchecked. The weight of all precedent will fall upon you, Leon of Echoes."
The banners streaming above him ignited, each unraveling into luminous decrees that wound through the sky like chains. They weren’t aimed at Leon’s body—they were aimed at his fracture, each seeking to bind the divergence of his Fifth Pulse, to collapse it back into singularity.
The fractures screamed. They bled light and shadow both, infinite outcomes shriveling to one, collapsing into rigid order. The air boiled with paradox—every choice Leon had dared to create was dragged toward erasure.
Leon’s body buckled. His knees slammed into the marble, ribs cracking under the sheer weight of law. The echoes that had multiplied around him stuttered, flickering as if unsure they had ever existed. His grin faltered, teeth bloodied as the decree ground deeper into his soul.
Yet still, his pulse hammered.
Fracture. Diverge. Refuse.
Liliana strained against her bonds, her eyes glowing with violet light as tears streaked her face. "Leon! Don’t let the law collapse you! You don’t need to escape it—you need to bend it!"
Naval roared, his trident shaking though it could not strike. Roman’s fists trembled against invisible shackles, his voice hoarse. Roselia prayed under her breath, sparks bursting then dying in her palms.
But Milim—Milim snarled, her aura shredding even as law tried to smother it. "If law says we cannot fight—then we’ll fight in ways it can’t chain!"
She forced a scream through the suffocation, and the sound wasn’t magic, wasn’t skill—it was raw, primal defiance. Her voice shattered one of the radiant chains lashing down.
Leon’s head snapped up, eyes blazing.
They can’t resonate through law... but they can through me.
The Fifth Pulse surged. Leon opened himself—not just to fracture reality, but to fracture their isolation. Their defiance poured into him. Naval’s storm, Roselia’s flame, Roman’s steel, Liliana’s insight, Milim’s fury—all collapsed into Leon’s heartbeat, multiplying with every echo.
The Fifth Pulse became a storm of countless outcomes, not just his—but theirs.
Halreth’s gavel trembled, for the first time uncertain.
"...A resonance beyond singular will?"
Leon rose, bleeding, cracking, blazing with infinite reflections of choice. His voice roared against judgment, fracturing every syllable into thousands.
"Your law weighs inevitability.
But we are not inevitability.
We are choice—and choice fractures law!"
The Fifth Pulse shattered outward.
The courtroom of marble splintered into mirrors. The decrees of law cracked, collapsing under the impossible pressure of divergence. Even Halreth’s banners buckled, their script unraveling into silence.
Halreth’s eyes, cold and divine, narrowed as he lifted the gavel for a final decree—one that would decide if law could hold against the infinite storm of fracture.
The Sovereign’s arm rose, gavel gleaming like the axis of the world itself.
Where it pointed, the battlefield froze. The fractured mirrors Leon had unleashed—billions of divergent outcomes—screamed as they were dragged inward, funneled into a single vanishing point above the gavel’s head. Reality quivered, desperate to obey.
Halreth’s voice cut the silence, calm yet carrying a finality that thunder could never reach.
"Absolute Sentence.
All fractures converge. All choices collapse. There is only one outcome, and it is judgment."
The world obeyed.
The sky’s colors folded in, the horizon vanished into white, and even Leon’s heartbeat began to stumble, losing rhythm under the crushing pull of singularity. His Fifth Pulse stuttered—fragments of Naval’s storms, Milim’s fire, Liliana’s whispers, Roman’s iron, Roselia’s flame—all blinked, smothered beneath the decree.