Siva (Volume 5) The Eyes of Origins

Chapter 45: Longest 3 Minutes of a Lifetime

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Chapter 45: Longest 3 Minutes of a Lifetime
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When the upper body of the Valkyrie Projection was sucked in on the crater, a mountain of black substance, and literally of something black and tangible unlike the illusory black substance of the Ebony Sanctuary's grand entrance, erupted from the depths of that burning crater.

It was a hand, to everyone's surprise again, and it was, just like how it appeared from the start of this Mage's arrival, the black substance was Reaper pulling its main body up from that hole of a crater.

It didn't take long before it finally appeared.

––its head.

THUB! THUB!

Hearts skipped on beating at that moment. The slow ascent of the Reaper's giant form created an illusory sound of a raging storm.

Red eyes staring at the entirety of the crowd and slowly, surely, it was pulling its body up.

THUB! THUB!

"Haaaaaaa..." A sound of breathing coming from what could be discerned as the creature's mouth resounded in the arena and white air particles spread as if it was in the midst of winter.

One could only think that this creature came from the depths of hell upon seeing it.

Hissing noises came like a surge of violent wind, rattling your skin with thunder. The monstrous black figure exhaled then inhaled deep just when its body was half-out of that large black hole.

Its posture, upon pulling itself out, is like it was screaming towards the heavens.

The giant Reaper was... inhaling deep!

Its red eyes stared at the group in front of it after it had inhaled enough. Then, for the first time, it opened its mouth that was blacker than black inside of it, jaw dropping down at least two meters before it roared.

AAAAAAAAAHHH!!

Seconds had only passed by but it was too slow for the people seeing this scene. It felt like the advent of the Giant Reaper was taking their souls away, stealing their sense of time.

The sound was like a cry of a young dragon, or a screeching call of a hawk, or a roar of a lion... or perhaps it was the trumping of an elephant, or maybe all of them combined...

––but they all knew that it was a form of warning, and a declaration that it was going to kill once it starts its attack!

It was just one roar and yet when everyone in the arena heard it, they felt their scalps numb and their bloods froze.

They could feel the fear in their skins crawling. It was cold and sinister. It was there. It was so real and tangible that they could almost taste it as it crawled slowly from their toes to their necks... to their hairs!

This... this is fear.

Real and authentic fear!

And to add more layer to this feeling, when the black figure that's surrounded by fire seemed to have hastened the process of its ascent to the surface, they all heard that man's voice.

That ghastly, tired, and seemingly in the verge of death's voice...

––of The Summoner.

"Hah.... you... you... Haaaah... you all... will pay!"