FVN Chapter 791 The Ruin Knight
Chapter 791 The Ruin Knight
Chapter 791 The Ruin Knight
In that moment, a storm of thoughts tore through Rita's mind.
Too many.
Too fast.
She had so much to reflect on, but not enough time to even grasp a single thought before it slipped away, lost to the flood.
She had lived a life of regrets.
And though she had welcomed her own death, she detested it all the same.
She hated it.
Hated the finality.
Hated the unfairness.
Hated that she hadn't been given more time.
More time to right her wrongs.
But what could she do?
Nothing.
A single, shattered fragment of a second stretched out—too slow and too fast at once.
The monster's tentacles lashed toward her, carving through the air, yet the world around her seemed to fracture and warp.
Everything was too slow. Too fast.
Too much, too little.
The hurried shouts, the gasps of horror—all of it blurred.
Sound collapsed in on itself, muffled and distant, like she had been sealed inside a soundproof void.
All except for one thought.
A single, piercing whisper in the darkness of her mind.
'...death.'
The tentacles tore through the air, closer than ever, their sheer speed ripping the wind apart as they closed in.
Each one crushed the space around it, displacing the air with a force so terrible it felt as though the very atmosphere was collapsing inward.
They were coming all at once.
A storm of devastation about to erase her from existence.
Rita knew.
She wouldn't even have the chance to process her own death.
Her bones, her neck, her entire being—
All of it would be shattered instantly.
And yet—
Somehow—
The impact rang through the air.
A deep, resounding tremor that sent her flying—not from pain, not from destruction, but from something else.
The tentacles recoiled sharply, twisting backward as if struck.
They trembled in the air.
Rita landed hard on her back, rolling away from the force. The shockwave was brutal. But... that was it.
No sharp, searing pain.
No instant death.
Nothing.
She could still feel.
She was still breathing.
...Still seeing.
"Am I alive?"
She wasn't sure.
Within the space of contact—the precise moment when the Black Eel's tentacles should have torn through her like paper—there had been no one fast enough to block it.
Kion hesitated.
Then, forcing himself to speak, he stepped forward.
"Excuse me..."
His voice carried both respect and unease.
"I don't mean to sound rude, but this thing is powerful. We barely managed to land a critical hit, and it has regenerative abilities."
Northern's expression stilled.
He tilted his head slightly.
"It does...?"
Kion nodded.
"And that slimy skin you see—it's just an outer shell. It protects the real body underneath."
Northern's frown deepened for a moment—then almost immediately relaxed.
"That's fine."
His voice was calm. Certain.
"I'll finish this quickly, nonetheless."
Before Kion could raise another objection,
Northern vanished.
The wind ruptured in his wake, a sharp blast forcing Kion to stagger backward.
All of them—every single pair of eyes—had been fixed on him.
And yet—
They lost him.
Even the monster.
Since Northern had appeared on the battlefield, the creature had been... different.
Tensed. Careful.
The air around it had shifted.
And now—
That change had become undeniable.
The Ruin Knight appeared, a shadow against the cold embrace of the air.
He descended freely, his form carving through the sky with a fearsome grace.
Northern's fingers curled into a fist—tightening, hardening—the sheer force behind it enough to shatter steel, to break metals.
But then, his eyes flicked to the bridge.
'It won't hold...'
His jaw tightened.
With a sharp exhale, he released the tension in his fist, allowing the power to unravel before it could be unleashed.
It was irritating—infuriating, even—that he wouldn't be able to gain anything from this battle.
But he had to prioritize.
His strength was too great.
If he wasn't careful, the bridge would collapse.
And that was not an option.
As Northern flowed downward, the air around him shifted.
Then-
Lances of ice burst into existence.
One by one, they manifested midair, forming jagged, crystalline spears that rained down beside him- missiles streaking toward their target.
The Black Eel shifted. Its massive form twisted, tentacles veering back-recoiling, tensing.
Then, they wiggled, coiled, and snapped taut-just for a fraction of a second.
And then-
They struck.
A blitz of motion-blinding, violent.
The tentacles shot upward in a devastating volley-A force so impossibly fast, so monstrously strong, it blasted through the air itself.