VOIDBLADE: THE LAST SWORD OF THE END

The figure stepped into the cavern's shattered light — slow, deliberate. Their armor was dark and scarred, etched with symbols I didn't recognize. A long, curved sword rested at their side, and their face was hidden behind a mask of silver and black.

But it wasn't their appearance that set me on edge.

It was their presence.

It pressed against the edges of the room — a stillness like a blade at your throat. Not like the Abyss, not quite… but close enough that the Hollowblade thrummed in my hand.

Whoever they were, they didn't belong here.

And they knew it.

"You felt it too, didn't you?" Their voice was calm, measured — but there was something underneath it. Tension. Wariness.

I didn't answer.

They tilted their head slightly, as if considering me. "You killed it. I didn't think anyone else could."

My grip tightened on the Hollowblade. "And you are?"

The figure didn't answer right away. They studied me — and I felt it. Their gaze wasn't just looking. It was measuring.

And then they spoke. "Kareth Vos. Shadowhunter."

No title I recognized — but the way they said it carried weight. Like I should know it.

I didn't lower my sword. "And what exactly does a Shadowhunter… hunt?"

Vos's head tilted again. "Things like what you just killed."

Their eyes flicked to the broken monolith, and their posture shifted — just slightly. I saw the moment they noticed it. The cracks in reality. The remnants of the thing I'd fought.

When they looked back at me, their calm was gone.

"What did you do?"

I smiled. "Took care of your problem."

Their hand dropped to their sword.

I didn't wait.

Void Step.

The cavern blurred — and I reappeared behind them, blade already slashing.

Vos moved faster.

Their sword met mine in a burst of sparks — and for an instant, we were locked. Pressure crashed against pressure, stillness against stillness. I saw their stance shift — and then they were gone.

Void Step — no. Not quite. But something like it.

The air shivered. I twisted, blade rising—

Too slow.

Their kick caught my side, sending me skidding across the stone.

HP: 14,500 → 12,000

I grinned. "Not bad."

Vos didn't answer. They blurred forward — and I met them halfway.

Steel clashed against steel. The cavern filled with the sound of it, sparks lighting the dark. Vos's style was fast — efficient. Every strike aimed to kill. No wasted motion. No hesitation.

But they weren't the only one with a killer's instinct.

Abyssal Sword Skill: Void Rend.

The Hollowblade flashed — a line of absolute nothingness cutting through the air. Vos barely dodged, the edge of their cloak vanishing into dust.

Their eyes narrowed.

"Void user," they said — and this time, there was no calm at all. Only anger.

"Problem?" I asked — and struck again.

They didn't answer.

We moved like shadows — and the cavern broke around us.

—

It didn't last.

They were good. But I was better.

Sword Entropy.

The moment our blades met again, theirs began to crumble. I saw their eyes widen behind the mask — and then my next strike sent them staggering.

Presence of the Abyss crashed down — and Vos froze.

For an instant, they looked into the void. And when they met my eyes again, I saw fear.

"You…" Their voice was quiet. "You're not just a user. You're—"

I didn't let them finish.

Void Piercer.

The thrust blurred forward—

—and stopped inches from their throat.

Not because of them.

Because of the voice.

"Enough."

The air cracked.

And the world… changed.

—

We stood somewhere else.

A vast, empty space — filled with towering monoliths and endless night. Stars flickered in the distance, too cold and too bright.

And before us stood… it.

Not the thing I'd killed. Not the void I'd fought. But something more.

A shape. A shadow. A watcher.

"You have drawn its attention," Vos whispered.

The Hollowblade trembled in my grip.

I smiled. "Good."

The void answered.

"We see you."