"What a sight… Befitting a man who clasped hands with an inferior."
Darwin wiped the blood from the edge of his lips, smirked.
"Even if they are inferior, being someone like me gets lonely." He admitted, life would've went stale if he hadn't met interesting people along the way.
Even if it meant each encounter would lead to potential death, it was the fate.
The shadow's eye slit, growing more sharper with each coming second. Then, it kicked Darwin, sending him further back within this empty void.
"Don't you understand?!"
Throwing both swords toward the defeated man at razor, sharp speed, it couldn't help but feel immense frustration looking at a sorry figure which layed sprawling on the floor.
"Solitude is the answer to your journey! It's the only right answer!"
For an eternity, this shadow was watching over Darwin, slowly, but surely unlocking his innate powers. But as it continued observing his actions, it felt betrayed.
Darkness clouded Darwin's eyes, he then murmured in whispers, "Didn't you see… I've already cut ties?"
"Then why are you thinking about the friendship you've made with an inferior? Don't you see contradictions would lead to disappointment?"
Drawing the blade that was wedged into the void right next to Darwin's face, it aimed at his throat, though shakened.
"You are not a malevolent king. You are a lost soul who craves connection."
Slowly, blood drew near Darwin's neck, but he never twitched, not an ounce of fear was displayed on his dull, listless expression.
"Why aren't you fighting back?! Are you just going to let yourself die right here right now?!"
Why wasn't Darwin fighting back? It was an instinct he longed forgotten, it was there, in the back of his mind.
It wasn't defeat he was feeling, it was resolve.
"I am no grotesque being who would succumb to ruin…I am…Darwin…"
Channeling a powerful shockwave centred around his core, the shadow flew backwards landing himself perfectly stable.
Albeit, it felt a surge of power oozing out of Darwin. Was it powerful? It might've been, but there was a tad of something more.
It couldn't pin a nail onto whatever it was. Was the shadow lost? Did it just contradicted itself in front of the 'lost soul' who was in front?
Gritting its teeth in anguish, the shadow hurled itself at Darwin, whispering through clenched jaws—
"Impossible…"
Darwin, calm amidst the rising storm, raised two fingers. His touch barely brushed the Reishi particles dancing around him.
"Muro De Regla."
A transparent wall bloomed forth—unshakable, indomitable, untouched by the chaos.
The shadow struck with all its might. A punch that would've shattered flesh, bone, and spirit echoed through the void, sending deafening vibrations outward.
And yet… nothing. Not a crack. Not a tremor.
The wall stood still.
The shadow's breath hitched. "H—how…?"
Note//Its not finished.