Ultimate Continuation

Chapter 95: The Final Battle Part 5

Yuri's head didn't burst — not right away.

Instead, Kurenai's vision warped. The world slowed, colors drained, and sound dulled into a low, distorted hum. He tried to run forward, but his legs locked in place, muscles as stiff as stone.

Then, it happened.

Yuri's skull was crushed.

Time seemed to slow down, blood sprayed. Yuri's headless body fell down. Limp. Lifeless. Kurenai tried to scream, but found himself unable to. His throat wasn't even dry. He knew he could speak, but he couldn't move his body at all.

Then, as suddenly as Yuri died, she appeared once more. Filled with life. She was whole. She smiled, her small body moving around.

Then it happened again.

The crack of Yuri's skull was louder. More intense. Again. It happened again. And again. And again. And again. Her fate was different each time. Neck twisted. Skull caved in. Face ripped off. Every single death was brutal, taking a severe mental toll on Kurenai as he watched his newborn daughter die in brutal ways.

And then, everyone else except for Kurenai began to die.

Shizune's throat was slit. She was stabbed through the stomach. She was burned alive.

Koneko's chest was crushed. Her limps ripped apart. Each death was met with Kurai's laughter.

Atem was torn apart at the waist. Speared through the skull. His face was stomped into the ground until he was completely unrecognizable.

It didn't stop there.

Everyone else met brutal fates, and each time they stood once more. In one piece, breathing, and then suffered even worse a second later. Repeating the process, over and over and over again. Hundreds of times. Maybe even thousands. The sky began to twist and swirl into a dark vortex, Kurenai hallucinated Kurai's face into the sky. All life was sucked away, until all that was left was an endless loop of eternal slaughter.

Kurenai's knees buckled. He wanted to vomit. To tear his eyes out. He wanted to wake up. His ears rang with the sound of bones cracking, blood splattering, and the brutal sounds of his loved ones' screams. His breath became shallow, and his heart clenched, trying to crush itself.

Kurai's voice echoed eternally.
"Watch them all die."
"It's all your fault."
"Forever. They'll die forever."

He managed to fall and move.
Barely.

His fingers dug into the dirt. His nails split with the force. His own blood seeping in the soil around him.

"Stop..." he muttered, his voice low, slowly beginning to change and echo, sounding like chains grinding against it. "Stop it..."

The next cycle began. But Kurai didn't manage to reach Yuri.

Kurenai snapped. He changed.

His breathing deepened, his vision burned in a red inferno, his skin heated up with rage, every single vein in his body burning as hot as molten lava. The invisible chains holding him in place shattered into pieces.

He rose.

His hair bleached into a pure, glowing white. His irises brightened from crimson to a pure orange-red, and his pupils thinned to razor sharp slits. He spoke. His voice was now echoing, cold. He didn't sound recognizable.

"You're finished." He said.

Flames surrounded his body. Chains reappeared, but this time, they wrapped around him. Red in aura.

Kurenai was different.

He wasn't himself, but at the same time, he was.

TO BE CONTINUED!