Endless Evolution: Last Star Chapter 1569 1569: You Are Weak (Part 2)

Previously on Endless Evolution: Last Star...

Adam and Vaarh clashed fiercely across the shattered battlefield, their blows leveling monsters and ice peaks alike, with Vaarh holding a slight edge yet gripped by an inexplicable dread as Adam's energy dwindled to mere seconds. Golden light erupted from Adam's eyes, activating his Path Construct and channeling mysterious golden flows into the Evolution Tree. Lone Blaze, besieged by encroaching monster energy, watched the flows veer toward her, igniting initial hope that swiftly turned to torment as they flooded her form, wracking her with excruciating pain and drawing dark blood. Unable to resist or comprehend the energy's nature, she collapsed in agony, her screams echoing through the inner space. Footsteps approached as Silver Weaver emerged, his gaze devoid of mercy.

"What are you doing?"

The Silver Weaver's icy voice echoed sharply. Not a shred of mercy showed in his gaze, even with the intense agony now gripping Lone Blaze.

"W-What?" Lone Blaze rasped out, crimson liquid trickling from her lips with every syllable.

The Silver Weaver's eyes tightened in a fierce squint.

"Can't you endure a handful of energy surges? Weren't you once a mighty artifact full of pride?"

She tried to reply, yet another surge of torment ripped through her frame, forcing out a gush of blood from her mouth.

"GHA!"

Only after several heartbeats did Lone Blaze regain her composure. A brief respite arrived before fresh energy surges assaulted her once more.

"Did you show up to assist, or what?" Lone Blaze winced in frustration. "I have no damn clue what this energy is? It hurts like hell!"

Yet the Silver Weaver offered no reply. He simply gazed down upon her, his stare brimming with haughty disdain.

Lone Blaze opened her mouth to speak again, but a fresh torrent of suffering silenced her abruptly.

Her form twisted in excruciating torment as she crumpled to the floor. The golden force ravaged her from inside, leaving her to endure nothing but sheer misery.

But this wasn't merely a trial of endurance. It acted as a lethal toxin, swiftly dragging Lone Blaze toward her doom.

"Rgh..." She clenched her jaws and squirmed before the Silver Weaver. It held no concern for her who witnessed her or how pathetic she appeared.

All that consumed her was the desperate wish for the torment to end. She needed to discover a path to rescue herself, yet the crisis escalated far too rapidly.

"I can't..."

Lone Blaze murmured in a ragged tone. A haze started to shroud her vision, while shadows crept in from the edges.

The sole sound reaching Lone Blaze's ears came from the Silver Weaver's words, and they offered no comfort.

"You're weak."

Tremble.

The elongated needle materialized in the Silver Weaver's hand as he lifted it skyward, resembling a headsman poised to sever a condemned soul's neck.

Slash!

A spray of blood erupted from the broad stroke, with an object thudding onto the surface below.

Twitch. Twitch. Twitch.

Lone Blaze's nearly shut eyelids fluttered as she gaped in dread at the severed limb sprawled before her. It had been sliced neatly at the shoulder in one swift motion.

She lifted her gaze toward the Silver Weaver.

"W-What?"

Confusion overwhelmed her as to his motive for such an act. Crimson streamed steadily from the injury, yet his expression betrayed no sign of discomfort.

"If you perish, Adam will suffer defeat too. And when he crumbles, this entire realm will vanish."

He glanced at the detached limb.

"Go ahead. You crave power, right?"

Terror washed over Lone Blaze's features as the Silver Weaver's intent dawned on her.

"Discard your lofty status and the insight of an artifact. As Adam's companion and a piece of his might, you must go all out for triumph and power, exactly as he does."

The Silver Weaver nudged the limb with his foot, sending it tumbling nearer to Lone Blaze until it halted just shy of her lips.

"Bite deep into the meat and rip this arm to shreds like a feral creature. Devour my essence. That's your sole path to endurance at this point."

Though the Silver Weaver spoke truth, the notion struck Lone Blaze as utterly extreme. She felt inclined to protest and refuse, but...

A renewed burst of agony compelled her to abandon every ounce of her dignity.

Now, survival stood as her singular aim.

THRUST.

Her sharp teeth plunged into the Silver Weaver's arm, shredding chunks of tissue one by one. Lone Blaze had never imagined descending to such depths in her existence, but... what other option existed?

The Silver Weaver observed the stunning yet horrifying spectacle, unable to suppress a sly grin.

He would bear grave repercussions for his actions here, but deep down, he recognized it as the sole correct choice.

'You know, I'm even a bit envious that this essence selected you,' the Silver Weaver pondered. 'But my abilities wouldn't have fit this scenario. Adam has to prevail, and only she possesses the raw force to obliterate Vaarh completely.'

Indeed, minutes had ticked by, and Adam ought to have met his end ages ago, but only if that duration had unfolded in the outer realm rather than this internal domain.

In the actual world, Adam still had nearly ten seconds remaining.

Moments later, the Silver Weaver directed his attention downward at Lone Blaze.

Blood smeared her lips, she remained on her knees, yet the suffering had finally ebbed away.

The golden streams now circled her freely, no longer as a toxin, but as a fresh force under her full command.

For an instant, the essence shrouded her silhouette in a soft glow, unveiling her transformed visage.

She donned flowing white robes trimmed in black, preserving the essence of threads and the Silver Weaver's influence, while her locks cascaded to her hips, ablaze with vivid golden fire.

Her gaze mirrored timeless amber, yet it burned not with serenity or knowledge, but with an unyielding urge to battle and conquer.

"Well, well..." The Silver Weaver smirked, slinging his needle across his back. "I prefer this style by far."

Lone Blaze aimed to retort, but unexpectedly, anguish twisted her features once more.

For one final time.

She gripped her neck, striving to stifle the acrid burn as her eyes flared with intensifying brilliance.

"AAAAAAARRRRRRRRRGGGGGHHHH!!!"

Her thunderous cry unleashed a surge of amber radiance from her sanctuary, sweeping across the full expanse of the Evolution Tree and the inner realm.

The brilliance, akin to a solar detonation, eradicated every trace of monstrous essence, purifying the Evolution Tree and infusing it with a fresh tide of golden power.

The blaze seared the inner realm in a blinding glare as the luminous beam erupted outward, yearning to pierce into the external world.

...

In that instant, Adam, teetering on death's edge, beheld the world anew in vibrant hues, overwhelmed by one of the most profound sensations a mortal could know.