Bab 19: REALITY

Ebuka's mind spiraled into a state of disbelief and shock, threatening to tip him over the precipice of madness. The weight of the revelations crashed upon him like a relentless wave, his thoughts a chaotic whirlwind of emotions and questions.

His heart pounded in his chest, each beat reverberating through his trembling body. Sweat trickled down his forehead, mingling with the tears that welled up in his eyes. His breath came in ragged gasps as he struggled to comprehend the immense truth that had been unveiled before him.

"This can't be real," he muttered, his voice quivering with a mixture of fear and awe. "Gods... battles... interplanetary wars... How is this even possible?"

Ebuka's hands clenched into tight fists, his knuckles turning white as he tried to anchor himself in the midst of the overwhelming revelation. The boundaries of his understanding shattered, leaving him adrift in a sea of uncertainty. His thoughts raced, attempting to reconcile the myths and legends of his ancestors with the tangible reality that now stood before him.

A cacophony of voices echoed in his mind, blending with the sound effects and emotions of Abacha's narrative. Scenes played out in his imagination, a wild collage of epic battles, cosmic podiums, and the struggle for survival against unimaginable adversaries.

He stumbled backward, his legs weak and unsteady, as if the weight of the newfound knowledge threatened to topple him over. Desperation etched itself onto his face, his eyes wide with a mix of terror and wonder.

"What... What am I supposed to do?" he whispered; his voice laced with a raw vulnerability that mirrored the depths of his turmoil. "I'm just... just a mortal, a mere speck in this vast universe. How can I possibly become strong enough to face such a daunting challenge?"

Ebuka's voice quivered with a mixture of frustration and desperation. The weight of the responsibility placed upon him felt crushing, threatening to consume his sanity. He fought against the overwhelming surge of emotions, trying to find a flicker of hope amidst the darkness that engulfed him.

The world around him seemed to blur, fading into the background as his thoughts consumed him. Reality, once a stable foundation, became a malleable concept, warping and bending under the weight of the truth that had been thrust upon him.

As he stood there, on the precipice of his own sanity, Ebuka knew that he had a choice to make. He could succumb to the madness that threatened to consume him or rise above it, embracing the daunting path that lay ahead.

Amid Ebuka's confusion and derangement, a sinister turn of events shattered the fragile peace. Without warning, a dark violet spear materialized out of thin air, hurtling through the space with alarming speed. It found its mark with chilling precision, piercing Abacha's throat in a grotesque display of violence.

[STATE: Critical condition [ Time left till death: 10:00]]

The air was thick with tension as time seemed to freeze, the reality of the situation sinking in with each passing moment. Ebuka's eyes widened in disbelief, a scream of horror catching in his throat as he witnessed the gruesome scene before him. Blood spurted from the wound, staining Abacha's body and the ground beneath him.

Tears streamed down Ebuka's face, a torrent of fear and shock cascading down his cheeks. The anguish in his eyes mirrored the devastation that had unfolded in an instant. It was a cruel twist of fate, a heart-wrenching sight that shattered the remnants of Ebuka's sanity.

Abacha, his life force fading, mustered his remaining strength to offer guidance and an opportunity for escape. He urged Ebuka to flee, to save himself from the impending danger that lurked in the shadows. But Ebuka, consumed by despair, could only tremble in fear and confusion. He had no concept of how to navigate this treacherous terrain, no inkling of the path to freedom.

Abacha, sensing Ebuka's desperation, recognized the dire need for intervention. In a final act of selflessness, he bestowed upon Ebuka a skill, a gift that would aid him in his survival.

[DING!!!]

[DETECTED [N] LEVEL BEING ABACHA WANTS TO GIVE YOU LEGENDARY SKILL [Archmender]]

[DO YOU ACCEPT]

[YES/NO]

Ebuka's vision blurred momentarily as a system notification materialized before him in radiant letters. The words shimmered with an otherworldly glow, beckoning him to make a choice that could alter the course of his destiny. With his heart pounding in his chest, he wasted no time in responding.

"Yes!" he cried out, his voice filled with a mix of desperation and determination.

As the word escaped his lips, the notification dissolved into a cascade of shimmering particles that swirled around him. In that instant, his entire being seemed to surge with an otherworldly energy. His body became a canvas of vibrant illumination, as if every fiber of his being had been infused with a celestial power.

The light emanating from Ebuka's transformed form cast eerie shadows across the desolate landscape, the very air crackling with anticipation. It was a testament to the newfound strength surging within him, a beacon of hope in the face of despair.

The legendary skill, Archmender, had become a part of him, a tool to mend wounds, restore vitality, and defy the limits of mortality. Ebuka could feel the immense potential brimming within him, a power that could turn the tides of fate.

In this moment of transcendence, Ebuka stood at the precipice of a new chapter in his journey. With the weight of Abacha's sacrifice pressing upon his shoulders, he steeled himself for the trials that awaited him in the realm beyond the portal.

He turned his gaze towards Abacha, his heart heavy with gratitude and sorrow. The injured beast, his body weakening with each passing moment, nodded solemnly, an unspoken understanding passing between them. Ebuka knew that time was of the essence, that he had to embark on his path to growth and survival.

Abacha, with his remaining strength, unleashed a final surge of power. Bloodied arms ripped through the fabric of space, tearing open a gateway to the unknown. The portal shimmered with an ominous allure, a gateway into a realm filled with danger, but also untold possibilities.

"Go," Abacha whispered, his voice strained and fragile. "Find your way back... and become stronger. Help our kind... protect our world."

Ebuka's tears mingled with the intensity of his emotions, his heart aching with the weight of the situation. With a final nod, he stepped forward, his resolve unwavering. The portal beckoned, its depths promising both triumph and tribulation.

As Ebuka crossed the threshold, leaving behind the fallen Abacha and the shattered reality he had known, the realm of Gods Delight unfurled before him. It was a world pulsating with power, a crucible of survival and growth. And with every step he took, the echoes of Abacha's story reverberated within him, fueling his determination to forge his own destiny amidst the chaos of the gods.