Seven Sins System Chapter 718. Trapped
Seven Sins System Chapter 718. Trapped
The air felt thick. Like breathing through velvet soaked in heat.
He moved again.
Faster.
I ducked under his swing, a jagged cleave of both divine and infernal energy wrapped around his arm like a blade made of screaming. My coat flared. My tentacles surged forward—three aiming low, one sweeping high. All serrated.
He spun, grabbed one of them mid-flight. Grabbed it.
“Cute,” he hissed, twisting my tendril.
I snarled and pulled hard, jerking him toward me.
He used the momentum. Elbowed me in the chest, jumped, kicked off my shoulder, and backflipped. The wind from his motion alone sent ash and rock into the air.
I landed on one knee. Wiped my mouth.
Blood. Mine.
He landed in a crouch.
My eyes widened in shock. This thing… was good.
Despite the mortal body, yeah, he could move. His reflexes weren’t average. Not even close. Whoever these cores were before they got mashed together... they were trained. Soldiers. Fighters. Like me.
I could feel it in how he adjusted his weight before every move. How he anticipated. How he never overextended. His eyes moved like a tactician. Like a killer. Not a brute.
But…
Unstable.
He twitched.
Like something inside his skull just changed radio stations.
He laughed. Then it cut off. Then he screamed.
I blinked, reading his stance. He was loading something. A charge. His aura flared red-blue-gold. Too many colors.
He screamed again, voice cracking.
“I AM NOT— I AM— I AM NOT—”
I lunged.
Too late.
He exploded.
Not literally. But the energy burst was wild. Untamed.
A wave of divine fury and infernal wrath, smashed together like a toddler shoving swords into an outlet. It expanded outward, light burning, shadow biting. The shockwave hit the dome of Shadow Space, warped it, almost cracked it.
The volcano shuddered.
The floor beneath us cracked wider. The air reeked now... sulfur, burnt ozone, coppery blood, and his instability.
I skidded back, boots scraping. One of my tentacles got scorched, too close to the angelic half of the blast.
[Damage sustained]
[Estimated Dome Stability: 4 minutes 32 seconds]
Yeah. Figures.
I didn’t speak.
He was panting now. Smoke curling from his back. His fingers flexed like claws.
Then... he laughed again. A dry, cracked sound.
“You can’t fix me,” he said. “You won’t fix me.”
“I wasn’t planning to,” I muttered.
I flared my mana.
I surged forward.
This time? My strike landed.
Two blades collided with his forearm, pushing him off-balance. Another came up from under and slashed across his torso. Not deep, but clean. I heard flesh tear. Saw sparks where angelic tissue rejected infernal damage and then failed.
He screamed again.
He tried to grab one of my tentacles again. This time, it bit him. Literally. The mouth clamped around his wrist, twisted, and flung him like a doll.
He hit the wall of Shadow Space and rebounded. Skidded, rolled, popped back up.
Bleeding now.
Still laughing.
“Is this Hell?” he asked me. “Did I make it?”
Then his voice twisted. “Or are you the one who failed to rise?”
I didn’t answer.
He wasn’t taunting. He was confused.
He was fighting the wrong battle.
Fighting every battle.
Like his mind was stuck in all three timelines.
Shadow soldier. Angelic weapon. Mortal boy.
He charged again.
I met him.
We clashed in the center of the dome.
Light on one side. Shadow on the other. Mana exploded around us in bursts, each strike shaking the chamber. Stone cracked. Magma hissed and spat from below. The scent of burnt cloth and blood filled the air.
He ducked under one slash. I twisted mid-air. Almost caught fire. Didn’t matter.
He landed a hit on my ribs.
I grunted. Returned it with a triple-blade strike that carved across his shoulder, down his back. More sparks. More bleeding.
He screamed. Again.
This time?
I saw tears in his eyes.
That stopped me. Just for half a second.
His fist almost collided with my jaw. I flew backward in reflex.
[Warning: Dome Collapse in 2:11]
I groaned.
He was breathing harder now. Shaking. Not from fear. From too much. His body wasn’t built to channel this kind of power. Not for long.
He took a step. Then staggered.
“Why…” he said.
Another step.
“Why am I… like this?”
I exhaled.
“You were never supposed to be,” I said honestly.
He blinked.
Then roared.
And charged again.
No finesse now. Just rage.
But that was my domain.
I lifted my hand. The shadows behind me flared.
All six tentacles shot forward at once.
Two coiled around his arms. Two stabbed down toward his knees. One wrapped his throat. The last pierced the ground and erupted from beneath him... skewering him straight through the chest.
He gasped.
Froze.
Blood... thick, half-glowing... leaked down the blade.
But his eyes… they didn’t hate me.
They looked…
Tired.
“Do it…” he whispered. “End me.”
I stood there.
Breathing hard.
Hands bloody.
Heart… conflicted.
He wasn’t a villain.
He wasn’t a threat.
He was just…
A failed question.
One the gods and demons both tried to answer in the worst possible way.
I released the pressure.
He slumped forward into the tentacles. Not dead. Not yet. Just barely held together.
I knelt beside him.
“You’re not done,” I said quietly. “Not until you show me what they did. All of it. After that… I will release you…”
His mouth twitched.
And he passed out.
[Target Stabilized.]
[Status: Contained. Wrath Domain Imprint Established]
[Shadow Space Collapse in: 0:41]
I picked him up.
Heavy. But not a burden.
I stepped through the rippling edge of my crumbling Shadow Space.
And the volcano exhaled behind me.
Lava surged where we’d fought.
But we were already gone.
The moment my Shadow Space collapsed, the volcano… went still. Like nothing happened. No cracks. No screams. Not even the heat felt aggressive anymore. The magma calmed, the ash stopped rising, and the battlefield we nearly tore apart reset itself like it had just yawned and gone back to sleep.