Chapitre 79: Fates Collide, Destinies Diverge
The air crackled with tension as Jikirukuto and the Weaver of Fates faced off, their powers thrumming in the charged atmosphere. "This ends now, Weaver," he declared, his voice firm with resolve. "Your meddling has caused enough chaos."
The Weaver, her form shimmering with otherworldly energy, coughed a wispy laugh. "Predictable, always the hero, Jikirukuto. But can you handle the truth behind the strings you tug?"
He met her gaze unflinchingly. "Truth or not, I won't let you tear our world apart!"
"Destruction is not always the villain, dear boy," she rasped, a hint of sadness flickering in her eyes. "Sometimes, destinies must crumble to pave the way for new beginnings."
Anger flared within him. "We have the power to shape our own paths! We're not puppets bound by fate's whims!"
She wheezed, then burst into a chilling laughter that echoed through the emptiness. "Naive child! You cannot defy the currents of time. They will pull you under, just as they have countless others."
But Jikirukuto refused to be swayed. He clenched his fists, determination hardening his features. "Watch me!" he roared.
In the heat of the moment, his frustration boiled over. A gesture meant to emphasize his point went awry, his hand lashing out to strike the air. But instead, it landed with a resonating thud on the Weaver's chest.
A stunned silence descended. The Weaver gasped, a surprised "Oh, aahn!" escaping her lips.
Mortification washed over Jikirukuto. "Wait, that wasn't... I'm so sorry!"
The Weaver, instead of outrage, let out a surprised chuckle. "Well, now," she wheezed, amusement dancing in her cosmic eyes. "That's a new tactic. Groping fate into submission?"
His cheeks burned with embarrassment as he rushed to her side, concern replacing anger. "I didn't mean to... Are you hurt?"
She waved him off, a hint of breathlessness in her voice. "Nah, just a cosmic boob grope. No big deal. Here!" With surprising strength, she grabbed his hand and placed it firmly on her chest. "Aahn! A reward for your valiant effort, before I… dissipate and die."
The playful "boink" sound effect echoed in the silence, sending shivers down Jikirukuto's spine. The Weaver's grin widened. "Quite the hands-on hero, aren't you?"
He let out a nervous laugh, feeling like the absurdity of the situation was about to swallow him whole. "This wasn't how I envisioned our final showdown."
"Life's full of surprises, aahn?" she winked, her voice a mischievous melody.
But as her grin faded, a shift came over Jikirukuto. His embarrassment morphed into understanding, then compassion. He held her form gently, his touch imbued with a newfound respect.
"Weaver of Fates or not," he whispered, "you deserved more than this."
Her eyes softened, a flicker of emotion crossing her spectral features. "You… you're an odd one, Jikirukuto. You've changed me more than you know."
With a final, wistful chuckle, the Weaver's form began to shimmer and fade, dissolving into shimmering particles of light. Jikirukuto held on, his grip tightening instinctively, but there was no response.
"Farewell, Weaver of Fate," he murmured, his voice heavy with emotion. "May your threads find a new pattern."
The scene closed with a bittersweet blend of humor and poignancy. The battle was won, but at a cost. The Weaver, once a cosmic antagonist, was gone, leaving behind a legacy of chaos and a lingering sense of responsibility. Jikirukuto stood alone, the weight of destiny heavier than ever. But amidst the ashes of victory, a new question bloomed – what did the Weaver's cryptic words signify? And what did they portend for his own fate, forever intertwined with the tangled threads of destiny?
Cliffhanger: As Jikirukuto ponders the Weaver's final message, a voice echoes through the emptiness. "The Weaver's threads do not end," it whispers, sending a chill down his spine. "They merely shift, weaving a new tapestry of destiny. And you, Jikirukuto, are at the center of it all." The voice fades, leaving him with a sense of foreboding and the dawning realization that his journey has just begun.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
-- Power
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