Chapter 82 - The Shattered Chains of Faith
Noah stepped forward, his gaze locked on Solaris’s trembling form.
He reached out towards her shadow—and the moment his will touched it:
[Your Title: Sovereign of Shadows is acting.]
[Sovereign of Shadows understands your intent.]
Noah’s voice rang out, calm and absolute.
"Submit."
"Submit to your Sovereign."
The shadow beneath Solaris trembled violently, resisting with instinctive desperation.
But it was useless.
A mere shadow, without mind or will, could never resist the command of its rightful lord.
It shuddered once—then tore itself free from Solaris’s feet.
"Shadeva," Noah ordered, "take it inside you."
Shadeva nodded silently, her presence like a black hole swallowing light itself.
She reached out, and the rogue shadow disappeared into her soul realm, becoming a part of the vast kingdom of darkness she ruled.
The moment it vanished, Solaris gasped.
She collapsed to her knees, her body quivering.
It was like a piece of her soul had been ripped away.
She hadn’t realized it until now—how important a shadow truly was.
It wasn’t just a silhouette cast by light.
To those with power over it, it was a fragment of the self.
A weapon.
A weakness.
Without her shadow, she felt hollow.
Incomplete.
But Noah didn’t give her time to linger.
"Now!" he barked.
In perfect synchrony, Noah and Elira plunged their hands—coated in soul power—into Solaris’s chest.
Their hands phased through her physical form, reaching for the very core of her being.
Solaris’s golden eyes widened in agony.
She shook uncontrollably, but it was futile.
They gripped her soul—and pulled.
From her body floated a miniature Solaris, wrapped in countless golden chains, her radiant light dim and flickering.
Half of her soul was already missing—the part that had been taken with her shadow.
Noah’s eyes sharpened.
It was time.
He summoned all the might of his Sovereign Aura, layering it with the limitless pressure of his soul.
His voice thundered, infused with unyielding power:
"Shatter."
The chains trembled violently.
Several cracked and snapped under the weight of his command.
But some stubborn links clung on, refusing to break.
Noah gritted his teeth.
Then Elira stepped forward, her finger glowing with a cold, pale light.
She pressed it gently against the fragile soul.
And spoke.
Her voice was not human.
It was the voice of a concept.
Of inevitability.
"Unbind for me."
The effect was immediate.
The chains shattered like fragile glass, exploding into dust.
Solaris stared blankly, stunned beyond reason.
For the first time since she was fifteen—
She was free.
The leash tying her to the Goddess had snapped.
But at what cost?
Solaris raised her head and looked at Noah and Elira.
They were smiling at her.
But to Solaris, they didn’t look human anymore.
They looked like devils.
Yet strangely, she felt no hatred.
Instead—
A new feeling stirred inside her chest.
Something childish.
Something she didn’t even realize she had lost long ago.
Desire.
Long buried under years of servitude and faith.
’Freedom...’ she thought.
’What does it feel like, to truly be free?’
She remembered the endless chains of duty.
The suffocating fear that one wrong thought could get her killed.
The crushing knowledge that the Goddess saw her as a tool, nothing more.
But now—
Solaris felt the truth.
No SS-rank being should live chained.
Not her.
Not anyone.
She looked again at Noah and Elira.
And a dangerous thought echoed in her mind.
’I want to be like them.’
’I want to be free.’
’I want to laugh while crushing my enemies.’
’I want to live.’
Was this what it meant to exist without chains? To choose, to desire, to sin—and not be judged?
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