VOIDBLADE: THE LAST SWORD OF THE END

The night stretched on, heavy with the weight of what was to come. The warehouse lay in ruins behind them — a silent testament to the Void and the storm — but there was no time for reflection. Not yet. This was only the beginning.

Void God stood at the edge of the wreckage, his presence an anchor of stillness. The whispers of the Void coiled around him, brushing against reality like a cold breath. Next to him, Jin — the Ghost Father — was still crackling with lightning, the aftermath of his power dancing along his skin.

"They'll know," Jin said, his voice low but electric. "The lords aren't stupid. After this, they'll be on alert."

"Let them," Void God answered, his tone calm as ever. "Fear makes them weak. And we need them weak."

Jin grinned, his eyes flashing. "Then let's give them something to fear."

Their next target was deeper in Briarstead — the estate of Lord Maldrin, one of the most powerful and ambitious of the rival lords. His network of spies had kept the county under his thumb for years, manipulating alliances and crushing opposition. If they wanted to take Briarstead, Maldrin had to fall.

And he would. Tonight.

They moved like specters through the night, one a storm, the other a void. Abyssal Insight guided their steps — Void God's vision unraveling the layers of reality around them. He saw the traps before they could spring, the hidden guards before they could strike.

Maldrin's estate was a fortress. High stone walls, enchanted gates, wards woven into the very air. A force meant to withstand armies.

But they weren't an army. They were something far worse.

Void God raised a hand — and the world stilled.

Presence of the Abyss.

A wave of silence rolled out, swallowing the estate. The air grew heavy, suffused with dread. The guards on the walls froze, their bodies trembling as the weight of nothingness pressed down on them. The wards flickered, their power unraveling at the edges. Even the night itself darkened.

Jin grinned. "My turn."

Tempest Breaker.

The front gates exploded inward in a flash of lightning and steel. Jin stepped through the wreckage, his staff crackling with energy. The first wave of guards rushed him — and fell before they reached him. Lightning leaped from his strikes, consuming them in flashes of blue and white.

Void God followed in his wake, his sword an extension of the Void. He moved with surgical precision, every strike unraveling flesh and steel alike. Where his blade passed, existence faltered.

They cut through the courtyard like a storm through dry grass. The guards never stood a chance.

But Maldrin hadn't built his empire on weaklings.

As they reached the manor's great hall, the air shifted. A dozen figures stood waiting — Maldrin's elites, their armor gleaming, their weapons raised. At their center stood Maldrin himself, his presence a coiled threat.

"You've made a mistake," Maldrin said, his voice cold and sharp. "You think you can walk into my house and take what's mine?" His power rippled around him, dark and hungry. "You don't know who you're dealing with."

Void God met his eyes — and let the Void show.

For the first time, Maldrin faltered.

"That's where you're wrong," Void God said softly. "We know exactly who you are."

"And tonight," Jin added, his voice a crack of thunder, "you lose everything."

The storm broke.

Maldrin's elites moved first — and they were fast. Blades and spells lashed out, closing the distance in an instant.

But they weren't fast enough.

Void Step.

Void God vanished — and reappeared behind the first attacker. His sword fell in a single, perfect arc. The man didn't even have time to scream before he dissolved into nothingness.

Jin met the charge head-on. His staff spun, and the air erupted with lightning. A single strike shattered a shield, the next reduced its bearer to ash.

Maldrin snarled, his own power flaring. Dark tendrils lashed out — only to strike empty air.

Void God was already moving.

Void Piercer.

The thrust distorted the air itself. Maldrin barely dodged — and the wall behind him exploded into fragments.

But Maldrin was no ordinary lord.

He retaliated with a wave of shadow, his magic twisting the room into darkness. The world warped — and the fight changed.

"Jin," Void God's voice was calm. "Don't hold back."

Jin grinned. "Wasn't planning to."

Arcstorm.

The darkness shattered. Bolts of lightning arced through the room, illuminating the battlefield in flashes of blue and white. Maldrin's elites fell one by one, their armor offering no protection against the storm.

But Maldrin stood firm.

"You think you're strong?" he hissed. "You think you can take my county?"

He raised his hand — and the air cracked with power.

But Void God was already there.

Sword Entropy.

His blade met Maldrin's magic — and the spell began to decay. The very fabric of it unraveled, reduced to nothingness in an instant.

And then the blade kept going.

Maldrin screamed.

The fight was over before it had truly begun.

When the storm faded, only silence remained. The great hall lay in ruins, the scent of ozone and blood heavy in the air. Jin stood over the bodies of the fallen, his eyes still bright with power.

Void God stood over Maldrin's broken form.

"Please," the lord whispered, his arrogance gone. "Mercy."

Void God's eyes were cold. "No."

The blade fell.

When they left the estate, the storm had passed. The first strike was complete.

But the war for Briarstead had only just begun.