Primordial Sin System Chapter 592 --Void Monarch

Upon vanquishing the Illusion Queen, Dave discovered himself within a quiet, strange location.

The area resembled an old temple—shadowy, immense, brimming with hush. Faint energy throbbed along the walls, while the atmosphere weighed dense, untouched for countless ages.

Dave stood solitary.

Save for a lone silhouette observing him from afar, motionless and mute.

The figure donned billowing purple garments and a simple ebony mask concealing his visage entirely. His form shimmered like a hallucination, his aura unsteady—as though he belonged not to this realm. Still, the oppressive force emanating from him choked the air.

No words came from him. None were required. His mere stance exuded dominance.

Tension crackled through the air encircling Dave.

This spot... this hush... it feels unnatural.

Dave squinted his eyes. Muscles throughout his frame tightened, primed for combat. No murderous aura reached him—yet his gut instincts shrieked in warning.

"You've arrived," the masked man finally said.

His tone rang dull, icy, devoid of feeling. It reverberated oddly, as if journeying across realms to strike Dave's ears.

Suddenly, the figure lifted his palm.

Oppression on Dave intensified abruptly—like a colossal peak crushing his torso. A coiling surge of ebony power rushed ahead, whirling akin to a tempest. Chill gripped the air. Dimensions warped.

"Void energy..." Dave murmured.

This force was familiar to him—yet it surpassed mere common void energy. Deeper. Mightier. The abyss incarnate loomed before him.

Mastery over space and time? Mere trifles against the Void.

The Void's essence could obliterate, warp, or shatter existence outright. It devoured being itself. The figure ahead commanded it as his own dominion.

"He's near," Dave whispered, "but his presence feels distant. His body bends space without moving."

The silhouette's very being rendered the whole temple illusory.

The figure uttered once more.

"Let me see if you're still worthy of being followed."

As his final syllable faded, his form dissolved—remanifesting instantly before Dave.

Dave scarcely managed a response.

Boom!

A fist hammered Dave's torso, hurling him rearward. Pillars of stone shattered under his impact, shards scattering wildly.

"So weak," the masked figure said coldly. "You're not as strong as before."

Yet suddenly—

Boom!

Dave materialized behind the figure, wounded yet smirking maniacally.

"Hehe... that was fun."

His punch thrust ahead, targeting the figure's rear—swift, precise, ruthless.

Swoosh!

Yet it hit empty air.

The figure melted into vapor, vanishing as though never there.

Dave swept his gaze across the temple. His foe's location registered, though the void warped all perception.

"This power is similar to my main body's space power," he muttered. "But it's purer... deeper. Too bad for you—my chaos energy can adapt to yours."

Chaos energy—primeval and enigmatic might across the cosmos. The Chaos Dragon merely tapped it, unable to master it fully.

Dave, however? Chaos energy heeded him as a faithful ally.

It obeyed his intent. It shielded him without prompting.

Even I don't fully understand this power yet...

Merely a clone, chaos energy coursed within him innately, etched into his core.

Suddenly—

Shadow flickered at his back.

Ebon vines lashed at him—keen, rapid, stealthy.

Boom!

They impacted. Chaos energy erupted instinctively, erecting a barrier around Dave. It repelled the strike, flinging the vines aside ere they ensnared him.

Dave grinned slyly.

"I noticed you already. I just wanted to see if chaos energy could defend against void... and it looks like you can't bypass it."

Chaos energy offered more than protection. It acted alive, preempting Dave's orders.

This power is overpowered, Dave thought. Even I don't know what can match it.

Breathing deeply, chaos energy flooded his extremities. He escaped the gloom, his frame shimmering with coiling obsidian and aureate radiance.

He soared upward, sword summoning into his grasp.

Mid-flight, he spun, hoisted the blade, and struck downward.

An ebon crescent plunged at the figure with inexorable might.

However—

The figure remained still.

A wrist snap sent ripples through the atmosphere. Dave's sword plunged into void.

Like piercing a phantasm. The edge failed to sever—it got devoured.

It's getting annoying, Dave thought.

"Not bad," he muttered aloud, "but not enough to make me serious."

His palm lifted—unleashing sacred blaze.

Aureum inferno burst from his hand, bathing the temple in brilliance. These weren't common fires—Primordial Flames, supreme blaze of creation.

Scorching fervor warped the fabric of being, searing spatial edicts.

Yet the masked figure stood unmoved.

Palms uplifted, a sable void domain engulfed the glow. Flames wavered, faded, extinguished—sucked into oblivion.

He's not absorbing it completely, Dave noticed. He's redirecting it somewhere else... and it still hurt him.

Primordial flame couldn't be fully eaten, even by void.

"Try this then!" Dave roared.

Sword aloft, chaos energy sheathed the edge. He drove it earthward.

Boom!

The temple quaked. Fissures raced over the ground. Chaos lances pierced upward, rending the roof.

First hesitation gripped the masked man. His mask quivered. Dave glimpsed it—shock flashing in his gaze.

Dave seized the moment.

He dashed—swifter than before. His form blurred, velocity trembling the earth. Blade arced forth.

Not at the figure.

He targeted the mirage.

Region encircling the masked figure fractured like shattered crystal. Existence splintered, exposing the figure's authentic shape—wavering, pulsing, tangible.

His composure cracked.

"You… you're stronger than I expected," he said. His voice was still cold, but now carried a hint of curiosity.

Then he faded—rematerializing at Dave's rear.

Dave anticipated it this time.

He whirled, blade gleaming.

Edges clashed thunderously. Shock blasts surged, hurling rubble and grit everywhere.

Void lashes coiled Dave's limbs and throat—but panic evaded him.

Aura detonated—primal chaos torrent incinerated them, pulverizing the abyss.

Eyes blazed with savage combat fervor.

Roaring loudly, he sundered the lashes, ramming his shoulder into the masked man's torso. The figure reeled.

Dave hoisted his sword.

Luminous, searing radiance streamed from the steel. A colossal sweep cleaved downward.

The weapon rent the shadows, slicing void akin to fog.

The masked figure howled. His shape throbbed erratically, world repulsing him.

Silence descended.

Stillness reclaimed the temple. The figure crumpled, form scarcely intact.

Dave loomed above, breaths even. Clash brief—havoc immense.

"You're strong," Dave said. "But without your main body, you can't beat me."

A faint smile curved his lips as he eyed the dissipating form.

The figure gazed upward, face blank. Words came anew—tone gentler, tinged with reverence.

"You are finally back. I have waited a long time… Come and see me soon, my Lord."

A token flew toward Dave.

Like mist, he evaporated.

Dave snatched the token from the air.

Antique sigil illuminated its face. Oddly, Dave deciphered it.

Void Temple.

What's his connection to the Void Emperor...?

Dave fixed on the token, fingers clenching firm.

No matter... I'll find out soon.