Endless Debt Chapter 1104 - 119: Blazing Sun at High Noon (Part 3)

With eerie roars echoing, specters within the ethereal white mist appeared to wail in terror, as if relishing the fear they instilled. Phantoms lurking in the gloom morphed into formidable overlords, nearly impossible to resist.

The First Seat wielded the Great Scythe, directing the legion of spectral beings in the misty expanse like a commanding general.

Malevolent fiends ran rampant.

Nesanel slowly clenched his fist. Before engaging, he had sternly cautioned himself to maintain composure and resist succumbing to his rage, but as the First Seat's assault intensified, Nesanel found himself succumbing to hallucinations.

Fragmented memories began to merge with the present reality, causing Nesanel to feel as though he had regressed many years, thrust back into the clandestine conflicts of his past, reigniting that consuming rage that had nearly incinerated him from within.

The dense fog could not obscure the ascending sun, and Nesanel unleashed his power without restraint.

Secret Energy€ˆDaylight.

A searing aura emanated from Nesanel, reminiscent of the scorching inferno of the deepest hell.

With every movement, the earth beneath Nesanel's feet liquified, forming deep chasms that belched forth flames.

Before the Age-Stealing Mist could encroach, it was utterly annihilated by the intense heat radiating from Nesanel, a testament to his immense power.

Nesanel had never disclosed to Bologue that he, too, had pursued an extreme path – the Path of Infinite Sharpness. His Secret Energy was deceptively simple, focused on controlling heat and emitting high temperatures. However, upon reaching its apex, Nesanel ascended to a state beyond comprehension.

Daywalker.

The First Seat swept the Great Scythe horizontally towards Nesanel's head. The moment the scythe's blade approached Nesanel's vicinity, the extreme heat caused the metal to glow incandescently. Nesanel then seized the Great Scythe with a single hand, focusing the intense heat directly onto the blade.

In a flash, the metal surpassed its boiling point, its structural integrity compromised. It melted and vaporized. Despite being an Alchemy Armament, under the influence of the intense heat amplified by the Seeker of Glory, it disintegrated as if it were mere mundane metal.

The molten metal's surface gradually transformed into gas, releasing destructive heat capable of annihilating anything, destabilizing the very atoms of matter, and creating the potential for explosive consequences at any moment.

Nesanel tightened his grip, and the once-indestructible Great Scythe was contorted, twisted, and melted into a pool of molten iron that dripped away.

The First Seat displayed no overt surprise. He simply released the Great Scythe, grasped its elongated handle, and extracted a slender Thrusting Sword from its end. Evidently, the Great Scythe had merely served as a sheath for the Thrusting Sword.

The Thrusting Sword was remarkably slender, its blade forged from superior alchemy steel. Though small, it was adorned with intricate patterns and embellishments, the entire weapon covered in delicate designs, akin to a meticulously crafted miniature sculpture.

Nesanel recognized this blade; it was the Supreme Secret Sword wielded by the First Seat.

Sword of Confession.

The First Seat executed a swift swing with the Secret Sword. The thrusting blade sliced through the intense heat, producing a clear, bell-like resonance that hung in the air, resembling a celestial harmony that stirred the listener's soul.

Chaotic illusions flickered before Nesanel's eyes, his eyelids growing heavy as if succumbing to sleep.

But in the ensuing moment, Nesanel shook off the Secret Sword's influence and lunged towards the First Seat once more, delivering a powerful blow.

Under the immense pressure of his relentless assault, Nesanel's offense grew increasingly fierce. He could discern the musical notes that resonated with each swing of the First Seat's sword.

Every time the Thrusting Sword cut through the air, it issued a melodic tone. It was as if a conductor's baton was orchestrating a symphony, the notes continuously playing as the sword moved and slashed, eventually coalescing into a grand musical composition.

This was the Sword of Confession's inherent ability. When infused with Ether, it would continuously release notes, each one impacting the listener's mind to varying degrees. Once all the notes were connected, the Confession Song would reach completion, unleashing a power that would ensnare all minds, plunging them into the Abyss of the Soul.

Due to these stringent activation requirements, this stands as one of the rare techniques from the Void Spirit School capable of directly affecting a Seeker of Glory.

The unsheathing of the Sword of Repentance initiated a race against time for this confrontation. Nesanel was compelled to either shatter the Supreme Secret Sword or defeat the First Seat before the musical piece concluded, lest he fall prey to the Confession Song's influence.

Nesanel had no clear understanding of what awaited him should he completely succumb to the Confession Song. The last time the First Seat drew the Sword of Confession, Nesanel had managed to force him into a retreat, preventing the completion of the piece. However, even the partially played melody had left Nesanel profoundly unsettled.