Poison God's Heritage

My clap resounded powerfully through the cavern, extending the domain of True and False as far as the sound of the clap could reach and simply locked it down. The Death Sun's finger snap immediately dissipated as it was trapped in my domain. His eyes widened in shock, the smirk wiped clean off his face as he felt the shift in the air.

The Monochrome wrapped around us like a suffocating shroud, a world devoid of color and warmth.

It is a world of everything yet has nothing, almost a replica of what once was, a simulation in my eyes, a nasty one at that too.

Monochrome is a non-colored world where everything would lose all to be one thing. Colors would become stale and comparable. Sound would lose its frequency and become a single note. The energy in the air grew thicker, more oppressive, like a weight pressing down on every cell of my body. My heart pounded against my ribcage as if trying to break free from the prison of my own flesh.

The Death Sun's finger snap, which was the release for the Raksahsa to go out onto the world and devour it had lost its tone and note and simply dissipated before it reached outside of my Monochrome domain.

Not even a bright red flame would harm me if it lost its color, for losing its color denies it a part of its definition. And if a flame loses, let's say, the part where it is 'Hot,' then it is nothing but a moving picture of fire. It is the essence of a thing that gives it power, its purpose, its danger. And without that essence, it is nothing.

My body trembled with the strain of maintaining the domain, every fiber of my being screaming in protest. I was pushing myself beyond my limits, past the point of sanity and into a realm where only madness and genius resided.

All that can be defined will lose its color, and all that has no color cannot manifest. And this is applied not onto the Death Sun for his own self-recognition and self-presence would still allow him to express himself as an entity. He simply has too much Qi for me to apply Monochrome on him. Proven by the fact that his robes and body soon regained their colors.

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But not the gate, or less, not the formations that make the gate. My focus shifted to the gate, the intricate web of formations and sigils that held the key to his escape. They pulsed with a sickly energy, a twisted mockery of life that resonated with the Death Sun's own malignant aura.

If you want to leave and leave us with trouble, you can leave, but I'll be the one to decide your destination. My thoughts raced, each one a flicker of lightning in the darkness. I couldn't affect the entire formation; it was too mighty and too advanced and ancient. The energy coursing through it was like a raging river, threatening to sweep away any attempt to alter its flow.

If I were to try and disable the entire formation, we'd still be in a heap of trouble as it would force the Death Sun to remain with us, and that by itself is too much pain in the ass.

All I needed to do was to simply affect one single part of the gate's formation. My hands moved with a will of their own, the sigils and runes swirling around me in a chaotic dance. I could feel the Death Sun's eyes on me, burning with a hatred that threatened to pierce through the veil of Monochrome. But he was too late, too slow to stop what was already in motion.

I applied Monochrome onto an intricate part of the formation which didn't affect the creation or the disruption of the gate. But rather the coordinates. The energy shifted, twisted in on itself as reality bent to my will. The formation wasn't touched, it only lost its color, and by losing its color, it was no longer there.

It was the same as removing a small gear from a great machine, in most cases, the machine wouldn't break down immediately, it would still function for even a few moments or seconds before it would crash.

And that was all I needed as the Death Sun simply dissipated inside the gate. Only for the gate to finally realize that the coordinates had been tampered with and sent the Death Sun to only god knows where. His roar of rage echoed through the cavern, a primal scream that shook the foundations of reality itself. And then he was gone, swallowed by the void he so desperately sought to escape into.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

The whole gate immediately sputtered and shut down, the sigils and runes collapsing in on themselves with a finality that left no room for argument. My legs buckled beneath me, the strength drained from my body like water from a shattered vessel.

My brain, which was already incredibly taxed when I went into a poison overdrive, was now suffering from massive migraines that would make a man want to smash their heads against the wall to calm it down even by a little.

All that, all of that thinking and processing took probably no longer than half a second. But for me who was using Monochrome and the Primordial Serpent God's sight. It was a lengthy period of time.

My head throbbed with so much pain that I couldn't help but spasm and shudder. Every heartbeat sent a spike of agony through my skull, each breath a struggle against the darkness that threatened to consume me. The domain fell immediately as the two Suns rushed to my side.

Their voices were distant, muffled by the pounding in my ears, the rushing sound of blood and the ringing silence of Monochrome fading away.

"Shen Bao!" The concern in their voices was palpable, a lifeline that I clung to even as the world around me dissolved into darkness. My vision tunneled, the edges of my sight curling inward until all that remained was a pinprick of light. And then that too was gone, swallowed by the abyss.

The last thing I felt was the cold stone of the cavern floor against my cheek, the sensation grounding me even as I slipped into the void. There was no fear, no pain, just a hollow emptiness that stretched on into infinity. And somewhere, in the distance, the echo of my own heartbeat, a faint reminder that I was still alive, for now.