Storyverse

Chapter 11: Kayen

Although the weapon they were holding was not made of metal, the sound of metal hitting metal was heard as Oliver and Sean clashed in battle again. Scythe on sword, sword on scythe. Black flames raged around, preventing any of them from using their abilities other than controlling the energy of hatred. Narrative control was also available, because nothing can challenge the authority of the plot, but Oliver was not a master at it, and Sean did not know how to do it at all.

Both weapons reflected the blows one after another, now none of the fighters was fully on offensive or defensive – these roles changed with each swing of the blades. But that soon changed. Oliver barely knew how to control Hatred, but Sean was taught this by the one who literally embodies it. Black liquid poured out of the former doctor's left sleeve and collected into a dagger, which Sean tried to plunge into Oliver's right hand in order to hinder his movements with the weapon, but this was the miscalculation. Oliver released the sword – just as Sean was just beginning to swing his scythe – and grabbed it with his left hand, and with his right hand, which was now free, he grabbed the left hand of his former friend and pulled him towards himself. If an ordinary human were in Sean's place, by now his arm would already be separated from his body.

The artificial creature of Hate fell, losing his balance, and tried to roll in his fall, but it didn't work – Oliver made a downward piercing attack with his sword, piercing Sean's leg and pinning him to the ground. The black flame spread to the body of the former doctor and began to spread throughout it. He was vomiting black liquid. At the same moment, Oliver pulled the sword out of his leg, and threw Sean far away, kicking him in the head. Clain raised the blade above his head, and it literally began to glow with darkness – the light disappeared, absorbed by this terrifying energy of Hate. Sean, whose leg had just started to heal, only managed to roll over onto his back and hold his scythe forward, holding it with both hands, in the hope of blocking the oncoming blow... but in reality, he did not even think that he would succeed. Sean closed his eyes and smiled.

–So that's how it all ends... well, I'm glad I could at least give you your revenge. Goodbye, Oliver.

Clain slashed his sword downwards, delivering a blow of incredible power. He didn't move from his spot – there were hundreds of meters, if not kilometers, between him and Sean. But it didn't matter. Black energy escaped from the blade and moved downwards. She cut the scythe and Sean himself, but did not stop there – the wave of energy moved further, creating a huge long hole in the ground... but even that was not the end. This blow passed through the entire planet, cutting it in two. At this point, Oliver must have distorted the Narrative, allowing Sean to finally fully die, ignoring his immortality...

Sean opened his eyes, lying dangerously close to the edge, which seemed to go straight into outer space. The black flame no longer burned around, although it seemed that it was still the same forest... or rather, what was left of it. Oliver stood next to him and extended his hand. Brown's face showed shock.

–W... why? I clearly felt my flesh being torn... you could have killed me for good, but you left me alive?

–Yes, I did. I don't want unnecessary deaths... especially since even after everything you've done, it would be difficult for me to kill my friend, even the one who betrayed me.

–But there is Gehessikait! He demands that I fight you this last time!

–Then let this be the last time. Stay out of my sight... logically, this will be the last time, if you simply won't ever appear in front of me anymore.

–I will try. I don't think this will work with him... but I'll try.

–Great. Then it's decided.

Oliver stuck his black sword into the ground, after which the blade disappeared. The black flame, which replaced Oliver's clothes, that were shredded by Sean's knife and scythe, did not disappear, but was transformed – the black fire took the form of a black trench coat and the black trousers with shoes. Now, looking at him, you can't even say that the world where Oliver lives was written off from the Middle Ages.