I Have 10,000 SSS Rank Villains In My System Space Chapter 388: Razeal X Celestia

"Razeal!!!" Selena’s shout erupted from her, raw and desperate, as she heaved herself up from the dusty floor where she had been kneeling moments ago, stripped of all hope and hollowed out by the sudden news of his marriage. But the very moment her senses locked onto his, a spark ignited deep within her. The numbness retreated, replaced by a frantic, blinding clarity. Her eyes, previously dim and glassy, burned with a renewed, obsessive intensity. She stumbled to her feet, legs trembling beneath her, but nothing could stop her momentum. She took off at a run.

Dignity was the last thing on her mind. She ignored the ruined state of the capital, the crumbling stonework, the prying eyes of onlookers, and the dried blood staining the ground. She moved with the desperate focus of a drowning victim surging toward the air. Salty tears traced paths down her cheeks as her chest heaved in ragged, painful gasps, her drained and battered body struggling to obey the commands of her heart.

There was no room for hesitation or tactical thought; the chaos of the battlefield meant nothing to her now. She moved with a raw desperation that discarded all pride and power. Even before she had taken three strides, tears were already blurring her vision, her breathing turning into erratic sobs while her body, still recovering from her imprisonment, fought the agonizing pace she forced upon it.

Two months.

She had endured two endless, suffocating months of waiting for him.

Back when she ventured to Nova to reveal the truth, she had fully anticipated dying before ever laying eyes on Razeal again. She had faced that trial prepared for rejection, for condemnation, or for the grave itself, if only to absolve him of a lie. Instead, she had been cast into a sterile training cell, a prisoner whose only transgression was love and the bitter taste of regret.

Every waking hour, her mind had fixated on him. Was he secure? Did he eat his fill? Was he haunted by danger? Would he ever return? Would he find peace once the truth surfaced? Would he mourn her death, or would he feel a sense of twisted relief? These torturous queries had nearly shredded her mind, yet she persevered, clinging to the memory of him as her only lifeline.

And now, he was finally here. Tangible. Present. Within her grasp. A psychic explosion tore through her as she neared him. What words could she possibly offer? Should she demand an explanation for his choice to marry? Should she fall to her knees and plead for absolution? She needed to apologize—not shallowly, but with every fiber of her being—for the agony her past actions had caused him. She wanted to unburden her heart, to admit why she had done what she did, to finally confess that she loved him more than her own existence. She realized then that without him, she was merely a hollow shell.

Ever since he departed, her world had lost its texture. Meals lacked flavor, days were drained of color, and sleep brought no reprieve. Not for a single heartbeat had she known tranquility. If the shedding of her own life could offset even an ounce of the trauma she had inflicted upon him, she would die with a lighter heart.

These wild, fragmented thoughts crashed together in her mind as she sprinted, her pulse thumping so hard it threatened to shatter her ribs. Every muscle in her body screamed in protest, but her focus remained singular: Razeal’s back.

Forgotten were the powers she possessed, the abilities that could have bridged this distance in a blink. Instinct bypassed logic. She ran as an ordinary woman would, driven by the primal need to reach the man who defined her reality.

Though exhaustion pulled at her, her gaze was glued to him, filled with a devotion that transcended mere affection—the look one reserves for the person who is their entire world.

She overlooked the destruction surrounding them. She remained blind to Celestia and Sofia standing nearby. There was only him.

Yet, despite the volume of her cry, despite the longing and relief that broke her voice, Razeal did not turn. He didn't even flinch. It was as if her entire existence had been silenced before it could reach him.

He stood motionless, his concentration entirely fixed on Maria's unconscious form held in Sofia’s arms. His expression was a mask of unreadable, frigid stone, his eyes empty of warmth as they tracked the smear of blood on Maria’s lips and the shallow rhythm of her breathing.

He didn't acknowledge the presence behind him.

However, someone else most certainly did.

As the desperation in that scream reached her, Sofia slowly shifted her gaze toward the voice. When she locked eyes with Selena, her expression hardened instantly, her jaw locking in place.

There it was—the unmistakable gaze of a woman regarding a man with a love bordering on the idolatrous. It was heavy with yearning and sorrow. Sofia’s lips tightened into a thin line; a sharp, protective instinct flickered across her face. No woman, regardless of her composure, could tolerate seeing another look at her husband with such naked longing.

Her eyes narrowed, watching Selena sprint toward them as if Razeal were the gravitational center of her universe. A possessive, territorial heat flooded Sofia’s chest. If she hadn't been cradling the fragile Maria, she might have sprung forward to silence that look with her own fists, driven by the audacity of this woman.

She would not have hesitated. But Maria's weight in her arms acted as a tether, pulling her back to the reality of the situation. Her friend’s life took precedence. So, Sofia remained rooted, her posture rigid, her gaze cold and piercing as she watched the tearful, broken woman run closer, while Razeal remained utterly unmoved, his attention still entirely devoted to Maria.

Sofia exhaled a soft sigh, yet a sharp, biting curiosity gnawed at her. She felt no charity for the intruder; the sight of another woman’s devotion toward her husband had stirred something dark inside her. If Selena’s feelings were this intense, their history was clearly significant. People do not carry such wounds without shared intimacy or painful memories. Though she tried to brush the thought aside, the suspicion lingered. Razeal had been wronged—of that, she was certain. Surely, he held only contempt for Selena? And yet, the seed of doubt took root. Was it possible that this was all a tragic misunderstanding?

What if this stubborn man actually listened to her excuses? What if her tears swayed him? The possibility infuriated her. That would be utterly maddening. Razeal had always been a cipher—calm one instant, explosive the next. She couldn't predict his reaction, and that uncertainty tasted like bile.

Meanwhile, across the battlefield, Sylva and Selphira scrambled out of the rubble that had been their landing point. Wood splintered and stone ground together as they ascended, dust plumes billowing around them.

The force had been immense—enough to shatter entire structures—but not enough to cripple them. They were powerful, after all, and mere impact wouldn't keep them down. What truly gnawed at them was the mystery: they hadn't even perceived the attack.

A moment of confidence, then an overwhelming wave of force that tossed them aside like weeds. No mana fluctuations. No warning. Just absolute, brute power.

They steadied themselves in the air, wings beating with controlled grace, and scanned the chaos. Their eyes quickly locked onto the tall man with silver hair standing at the epicenter of the destruction.

He stood with his back to them, perfectly at ease, as if the destruction were nothing more than a passing breeze.

They didn't recognize him. His appearance had changed so drastically that even Celestia had failed to spot him earlier. Despite having encountered Razeal in the past, no flash of recollection crossed their faces. To them, he was a total stranger.

But a stranger who exuded a terrifying, quiet danger that made every instinct scream. His presence was devoid of any aura or mana flare, yet the air around him felt suffocating, as if he controlled the very space they occupied.

They traded glances, their pride stinging. To be struck down without witnessing the strike was sheer humiliation. Indignation flared within them. Without a word, both beat their wings, diving toward the silver-haired man with lethal velocity. Even the wind pixie spirit on Sylva’s shoulder erupted with a faint, divine light, ready to unleash its full force in defense.

Sofia watched this unfold. She saw Selena running, saw the twin blades of Sylva and Selphira closing in. Yet, she remained still. She expected action, but nothing came. She glanced at Razeal, expecting him to deal with the threat.

But this fool still hadn't moved. He hadn't even blinked.

His eyes remained fixed on Maria’s unconscious face—a stare so intense it began to grate on Sofia’s nerves. How could he look at another woman like that right in front of his wife? It was as if Maria were the only living thing in the world.

She bit back an angry retort. It wasn't the time, she told herself. But she had to alert him to the incoming attackers, just in case he was blinded by his own obsession.

She parted her lips to call out, but before she could utter a sound, the world changed.

In a heartbeat, the shadows at the feet of every attacker shifted.

Selena, in mid-stride. Sylva and Selphira, in mid-flight. Even the saint-king pixie spirit. The shadows beneath them morphed into living ink, surging upward in a fluid, seamless motion. They wrapped around the targets, forming cocoons of absolute darkness.

There was no cry of alarm. No desperate struggle. No time for realization.

The cocoons snapped shut, compressing into nothingness, and then, they were gone. Erased completely.

The entire sequence occupied less than a second. Even the saint-king spirit had been caught, its defensive light extinguished before it could fully flourish. No one had expected an attack from within, let alone from their own shadows.

The battlefield plunged into an eerie, suffocating silence.

"...."

"What the...?" The words escaped Sofia, her composure shattering for the first time. What on earth had just transpired? One moment the attackers were closing in; the next, they had simply ceased to be. Her instincts triggered a frantic scan of the area, stretching her senses out like a fine web, searching for even the faintest residual trace.

Nothing. Not a trace of wind, not a hint of mana, not a single heartbeat. They were simply gone.

Her gaze shifted slowly, deliberately, toward Razeal. Recognition dawned on her, a chilling realization.

The void-black energy that had claimed them—she had witnessed it before. This was his shadow manipulation. While she had seen glimpses of it, she had never seen it wielded with such terrifying, cold efficiency.

She looked back at him, hoping for some flicker of acknowledgment, but Razeal hadn't even blinked. Not a single lash fluttered as his eyes remained locked on Maria.

Yes, it was indeed his doing. He had teleported them away to some distant corner of the world, simply because he didn't want any interference. With the sheer, astronomical density of dark mana now surging through him, there was effectively nothing he couldn't accomplish.

Sofia opened her mouth to speak, then snapped it shut again. What could she even say?

Just then, a prickle of alarm made her eyes flare wider. She turned her head, scanning the periphery. The guards stationed on the outskirts? Gone. The curious onlookers from the nearby streets? Gone. The reinforcements moving in from the district? Gone.

Everyone was gone.

Her pulse spiked. This couldn’t be real. She pushed her senses outward again, reaching the very limit of her perception—nearly a full kilometer—to find any sign of human life.

Absolute void. The entire zone was simply emptied of humanity. Not hidden, not masked, but removed.

Her breath caught in her throat. She looked at Razeal, seeing him truly for the first time. Had he done this to everyone? Simultaneously? Without even lifting a finger?

She could guess the method—teleportation, like the feat he’d performed to haul them from the ocean to this empire in a blink—but witnessing the scale of it was something else entirely. This wasn't merely power; it was divine, terrifying control.