Missing Piece

Pain is Fuel

As Sunny commanded it Fiend broke through the outer Shell of the Corrupted Titan Holding a weird looking half molten Chunk of Magma in his Claws. Beating with furious intent everyone knew that this was the Heart of the Abomination.

It looked so frail and easy to break in the hands of a Supreme being just as Fiend is and seconds later the loyal Shadow swallowed the Heart that was still beating whole.

The Body Of the Corrupted Titan fell to the ground unmoving as it was slowly healed from Corruption.

With the Soul Shards he carried in a makeshift bag out of Shadows, he looked like a Parent coming from the Grocery store to provide for his Family as he leisurely walked up to the Group of Saints.

As soon as he arrived Saint Manifested from sunnys Shadow and looked at Fiend indifferently. At least that's how it looked like for everyone else. But he knew how to interpret what dwelled deep in her Ruby Red eyes.

It was Pride.

With a single hit on the Rim of her Shield she gave him a nod and vanished along with him back into sunny's Shadow.

The Soul Shards lay openly in front of them brimming with essence. Sunny grabbed one of them and weighed it in his hands before tossing it over to Jet.

“I have no use for those. Do what you want with them.”

He said evenly.

“What? You…you will let the Government have those? But…you killed the Titan, not us!”

He chuckled while turning to the still frozen Great Terror with a smile that was full of excitement.

“I get that but I will take the Shards from this guy over there. For my purposes the Quality of the shard is way more important than the Quantity of them. I just need the Shards from the Great Terror, that's it.”

Without wasting another second he summoned a Spear from the Shadows and took a couple steps to the side. He could feel something from the Great Terror. A feeling he knew all too well and has saved him from certain death multiple times in his life. It was intoxicating to him.

It was Fear.

An Abomination powerful enough to destroy the entirety of the world if not stopped by a greater force was trembling with fear at the sight of a single man Clad in Onyx Armor that was about to end its life in a Humiliating way.

Without the ability to defend Itself it could only watch as the small speck of Shadows shot towards its core and ripped its body apart as the ice shattered with a deafening sound. The grave made out of Stone, that was only fit to hold the corpse of a King, shattered and exploded Leaving blood flowing from the hole in an amount that couldn't be explained.

The now Frozen lake Sunny had created beforehand by dropping Billions of Liters on the Great Terror flowed over it, covering it completely.

The Spell once more ignored his broken existence. No announcement of a Kill or that his Shadow grew stronger rang in his ears which left him frustrated.

‘The Spell Is abandoning me further and further. I need to kill that Bastard as soon as possible.’

It was an unholy sight. In the span of no more than an Hour 4 Gate Guardians fell to the hands of 4 People who had no business fighting those Creatures in the first place. Only because one of them had the tools, mind and Strength to make it all possible.

He laughed again. His madness erupted like a Volcano in an Instant. The sight before him was like a Dream coming true. All he could ever think about would be how magnificent this sight was and how he would live to see Paintings of blood equal to this for the rest of his life.