Eternal Malediction (RE)

Chapter 108: Chapter 68: Everyone Stop

The arena had never felt so small. Moments ago, it had held a tournament. Pride. Rivalry. Celebration.

Now it held something else entirely.

Fear.

The symbol of Nova still burnt above the colosseum, casting long shadows across fractured stone and broken ground. Dust drifted through the air like ash after a fire, slow and weightless, illuminated by a light that did not belong to the sun.

In the centre of it all stood three figures.

Nova.

Kieran.

Liam.

No one moved first.

The world watched.

Then the air shifted.

A pressure descended from above but it wasn’t violent, not sudden, but undeniable. Authority without announcement. Presence without spectacle.

Four figures dropped from the upper tiers of the colosseum almost simultaneously.

They landed between Nova and the stands, stone cracking beneath their feet.

The crowd erupted.

Recognition spread faster than fear.

”It’s the commanders! ”

”They’re here! ”

”They’re going to stop him!”

Hope surged through the spectators like a second wind.

Graham Rose straightened first, brushing dust from the long coat that marked him as the Commander of the Scholars. His expression was calm and analytical, his eyes already studying Nova as if he were a problem to be solved rather than a threat to be feared.

Beside him stood Aarti, her posture rigid, jaw tight. Her gaze flicked briefly toward Kieran, checking and confirming he was good, before locking onto Nova again. Captain of the Scholars. Kieran’s older sister.

And she was not smiling.

On the opposite side, Orrin Vale rose slowly from his landing, cloak settling around him like a shadow. The Commander of the Judicators’ eyes burnt with something far less controlled than Graham’s curiosity.

Recognition.

And hatred.

Nova looked over at him.

”We meet again,” Orrin said quietly.

Nova didn’t respond.

Kaelen Vyrn of the Sentinels landed last, heavier than the others, armour ringing softly as he stepped forward. His presence alone felt immovable, like a wall placed between catastrophe and the world.

Four of the most powerful individuals on the continent now stood in the arena.

The crowd roared.

This was what they understood. Heroes. Authority. Order returning.

Kieran exhaled slowly, tension coiled in his chest. This was spiralling too far. Too fast.

Roy... What are you trying to do?

Graham’s voice carried calmly across the arena.

”You’ve made your point,” he said. ”Whatever this demonstration is meant to be, it ends here.”

Nova tilted his head slightly.

Orrin stepped forward before anything else could be said. His hand rested on the hilt of his weapon, knuckles white.

”You should have stayed hidden,” Orrin said.

The memory hung between them.

He had fought Nova before. Lost but not by defeat, but by necessity. Forced to retreat to save his subordinates.

Humiliation burnt in his voice.

”This time,” Orrin continued, ”I won’t leave.”

The tension tightened.

Prana began to rise in the arena again. This time heavy, suffocating, enough to make the air itself tremble. The commanders were preparing to move.

Thousands watched, breathless.

And then...

A voice cut through everything.

”Everyone stop.”

It wasn’t loud but it was loud enough for everyone to hear throughout the colosseum.

It didn’t need to be. The words simply... arrived.

At first, no one understood what had happened.

Then the world froze.

The crowd stopped mid-motion. Flags halted in the air. Dust hung motionless. Even the wind ceased.

Graham tried to move.

He couldn’t.

Aarti’s fingers twitched against her weapon but nothing happened.

Orrin’s expression shifted, confusion breaking through his anger as his body refused to respond.

Across the entire Colosseum, tens of thousands of people stood perfectly still.

Except three.

Nova.

Kieran.

Liam.

And the man walking down the stairs.

He held an umbrella above his head.

A child’s umbrella, bright and out of place, with a faded red-and-blue spider emblem painted across the top. The fabric was cloudy, opaque enough that his face remained hidden beneath it.

He wore simple clothes. Loose. Comfortable. Like someone who had stepped outside without expecting anything important to happen.

Medium-length hair curled at the back of his neck as he descended, steps unhurried.

Casual.

As though interrupting the strongest people on the continent was an inconvenience.

Kieran felt something cold crawl up his spine.

Liam’s eyes narrowed.

Nova didn’t move.

The man reached the edge of the arena... and stepped down into it. No impact. No sound.

Simply just presence.

He stopped a short distance away from them, tilting the umbrella slightly as if observing the damage around him.

”...Good evening, everyone,” he said lightly.

No one answered.

The man sighed, as he expected atleast one person to answer.

Then he raised one hand.

A small orb formed above his palm. It was dark and dense, swallowing light rather than reflecting it. The air around it warped immediately, bending inward.

He tossed it upward.

The orb stopped high above the arena.

And opened.

The sky tore apart.

A black hole bloomed like a flower where the orb had been, then the orb shattered without sound, folding inward as though reality itself had inhaled. Darkness spiralled outward, devouring light, devouring sound.

For a heartbeat, nothing happened.

Then the lightning came.

Not white. Not blue.

Black.

Tendrils of crackling darkness lashed downward, splitting through the air with surgical precision. They did not strike at random. Each movement was deliberate, searching, and choosing.

Selective.

They struck individuals across the arena. Commanders, elites, and warriors whose prana split from them like fire. Each tendril wrapped around its target, binding them instantly.

Aarti’s eyes widened as it wrapped around her arm, the energy locking her muscles instantly. Prana flared instinctively in resistance, but the more she fought, the tighter it constricted, feeding on the very power she released.

Graham Rose reacted a moment later, analytical calm fracturing as another tendril coiled around his torso. His mind raced for an explanation, for structure, for logic but there was none. This was not a technique. Not a spell. Not anything recorded in the Scholars’ archives.

Orrin Vale roared as darkness snapped around his legs, dragging him to one knee. Fury burnt through him, prana erupting violently as he tried to tear free, but the tendril only tightened, indifferent to strength.

Kaelen Vyrn planted his feet, armour shrieking under the pressure as a tendril wrapped around his shoulders. The ground cracked beneath him before his body finally lifted, resistance meaningless against the pull of the void.

Across the arena, others were taken.

One by one, they were lifted from the ground.

Dragged upward.

Toward the waiting darkness.

The crowd screamed, but their bodies refused to move. Fear filled the air, frozen in place along with thousands of helpless witnesses.

Only three people in the arena could still move.

Nova.

Kieran.

Liam.

Kieran’s breath came sharp and uneven, eyes darting between the sky and the figures being pulled away. His mind searched desperately for patterns, for intent, for anything that made sense.

”This isn’t an attack...” he muttered, half to himself.

It was selection.

Above them, Aarti struggled against the tendril binding her, teeth clenched as she was pulled higher. Her gaze flickered downward once, toward Kieran, not in fear, but in warning.

Then another tendril fell.

It engulfed Nova, not giving him a chance to fight.

The impact made no sound, yet the air warped around him as darkness coiled tightly around his body.

The black lightning tightened.

As if recognising something. As if confirming its choice.

Kieran’s eyes widened. ”Nova...! ”

Another tendril descended before he could finish.

It wrapped around Kieran’s waist, stealing the breath from his lungs as he was yanked upward. His instincts screamed at him to fight, to cut it, to burn it away but the moment his prana surged, the tendril constricted harder, suppressing it completely.

He tried to use his soul art, but it wouldn’t work.

Liam accepted the tendril and was lifted lightly toward the blackhole.

Tanaka didn’t even have the ability to react. He was frozen.

The tendril caught him mid-step, lifting him abruptly into the air. His usual composure shattered, eyes wide as the ground fell away beneath him.

Around them, bodies rose toward the void like offerings.

Only those who burnt brightly.

Only those with power overflowing from their gates.

Below, Brock stumbled forward; he broke through the frozen world, reaching upward instinctively at Tanaka and Kieran.

”No...!”

His voice cracked, raw and desperate.

”Don’t leave me!”

The words tore from him before he could stop them. Everyone around him was being taken, like other contenders in the tournament, spectators and his friends and yet the tendrils passed over him completely. They ignored him as though he didn’t exist.

His hands trembled as he watched Tanaka rise higher, watched Kieran struggle against the pull, and watched Nova remain eerily still even as darkness bound him.

”Don’t go...” Brock whispered, voice breaking.

Above, Nova’s gaze lowered briefly.

Not toward the sky.

Toward Brock.

Then the tendril pulled harder.

The black hole churned, its surface rippling as the captives approached. One by one, figures disappeared into the darkness, swallowed without resistance, without sound.

Aarti vanished first.

Then Graham.

Then Kaelen.

Orrin’s roar echoed until it was cut short as the void consumed him.

Kieran gritted his teeth, forcing himself to think even as the air grew thin around him. This wasn’t execution. There was no killing intent. No malice.

Just inevitability.

The man with the umbrella stood at the centre of the arena below, watching quietly. The cloudy fabric hid his face, the childish spider emblem absurd beneath the horror unfolding above.

He did not move.

Did not react. Watching as people get engulfed.

As if this were necessary.

Tanaka disappeared into the black after, with Liam following seconds later.

Kieran’s fingers twitched, reaching instinctively toward the ground, toward the world slipping away beneath him.

Then he too was gone with the other people who got taken in aswell.

Only Nova remained for a moment longer, suspended beneath the void. The tendril tightened once, almost gently, before pulling him upward.

The darkness swallowed him whole.

Silence.

The tendrils vanished.

The black hole shrank inward, folding into itself until the sky sealed shut as though nothing had ever been there. Light returned. Wind returned.

The arena stood unchanged.

Except for those who were gone.

The man adjusted his umbrella slightly, tilting it against the sunlight. For a moment, he seemed to glance toward the empty space where Nova had been.

Then he turned to leave.

Before stepping away, he spoke softly, his voice carrying effortlessly through the stillness.

”Not yet,” he said. ”You’re all too early to find this out, little brother.”

The pressure vanished.

Movement returned all at once.

The crowd collapsed forward, screams erupting as sound crashed back into existence. Panic spread through the stands, confusion replacing paralysis as people tried to understand what they had just witnessed.

In the arena’s centre, only absence remained.

No, Nova.

No, Kieran.

No, Liam.

Above them, the fading symbol of Nova dissolved slowly into the sky, its light scattering like dying embers.

The world had changed in a single moment.

And no one understood how.