Free Web NovelChapter 235: Chapter 235: The End of All Enemies (01)
There stood land. ƒreewebηoveℓ.com
A land so vast, so impossibly tall, that when one looked up from its streets, the sky itself seemed swallowed by steel and glass.
Buildings pierced through the clouds like silent giants, their silhouettes fading into darkness. From below, there was no way to see where they ended... only an endless climb into the unknown.
And at the very top of the tallest one...two figures sat.
The rooftop was drenched in night, the kind of deep, endless darkness that seemed to absorb even the faintest traces of light. The wind howled softly at that height, brushing past them, tugging at their clothes, yet neither man moved.
They sat at the very edge. Their legs dangling freely into the abyss.
Below them stretched a world that should have been alive.
A breathtaking empire.
Countless towers shimmered with soft neon hues...blues, violets, and faint golds glowing like scattered stars trapped on earth.
Roads curved elegantly between the structures, layered in levels upon levels, illuminated by streams of light that looked like frozen rivers.
Transparent bridges connected buildings in intricate patterns, forming a delicate web across the skyline.
Everything about it was... perfect. But there was no movement.
Not a single flicker of life. It was as if time itself had been erased.
The city stood there, magnificent and grand, yet utterly hollow.
A masterpiece without a soul.
An empty heaven.
And that was what made it unsettling. It was oppressive. Like the world itself was holding its breath.
Or perhaps...
It had already stopped breathing long ago.
High above it all, the two men watched in silence.
One leaned back slightly, supporting himself on his hands, his posture relaxed...almost careless, as if the terrifying drop beneath him didn’t exist. The faint glow of the city reflected in his eyes, giving them an eerie shimmer.
The other sat more upright, one leg lazily swaying over the edge, his gaze fixed on the distant horizon where the lights blurred into darkness.
Neither of them spoke.
As if this dead, frozen world were nothing out of the ordinary.
A gust of wind swept across the rooftop again, stronger this time, yet it failed to disturb the heavy stillness that clung to everything.
After a long while one of them finally chuckled.
"...Still as beautiful as ever."
His voice echoed faintly in the empty night, swallowed quickly by the vast silence below.
The other man tilted his head slightly, eyes narrowing as he stared at the lifeless city.
"Beautiful?" he repeated, his tone calm... but laced with something unreadable.
"...Or just a well-preserved grave."
The wind howled once more.
But the city remained unmoving.
Because the truth was that it was not natural, the reason behind this stillness was none other than these two men.
Then, a faint spark lit up in the darkness.
One of the men raised his hand, holding something thin between his fingers. The tip glowed softly, the ember flickering like a dying star in the vast emptiness surrounding them.
It was something that imitates the cigar of the long-lost human world. He brought it to his lips and inhaled slowly, deeply, as though drawing in more than just smoke...perhaps something to fill the hollow that words could not reach.
For a brief moment, that faint glow became the only sign of life in the endless stillness.
Then he leaned his head back slightly and exhaled.
A thin stream of smoke slipped past his lips, curling into the air, twisting and turning as if alive before forming a perfect ring that drifted upward into the night sky, only to fade into nothingness.
Beside him, the other man scrunched his face in clear displeasure. His brows furrowed as his gaze shifted from the cigar to the man holding it, irritation flickering in his eyes.
"Why are you smoking this?" he asked, his voice low but filled with displeasure.
The man with the cigar did not answer immediately. He simply watched as the smoke ring dissolved into the darkness, his eyes following its disappearance as if searching for something within it.
Then, after a pause, he spoke. "I just felt like it."
He took another slow inhale, letting the silence stretch again before adding, more quietly, "...Even though we’ve taken our revenge... nothing feels good."
The words fell flat, stripped of emotion, as though even their meaning had dulled with time.
The man beside him did not reply at once.
Instead, his gaze slowly drifted downward toward the city sprawling beneath them—a vast, beautiful empire resting in perfect silence.
But then something changed. The beautiful and magnificent land was replaced by the beautiful city of Dune with towering golden buildings and beautiful architecture.
But just as the city appeared, it began burning as the beautiful building started collapsing, turning into nothing but dust.
He could see them...his people.
They were running, panicking, screaming in terror as they fled like frightened animals, their voices lost in the chaos.
Bombardment followed bombardment, each one more devastating than the last, tearing through everything they had built. There was no escape, no mercy, no salvation waiting at the end of their desperate flight.
The city they had built with their own hands, through years of effort and sacrifice, was reduced to ruins in mere moments.
And him, he could do nothing.
Then the vision flickered.
And it was gone.
The burning city vanished as abruptly as it had appeared, replaced once more by the quiet, untouched world beneath them.
A cruel contrast.
A bitter joke.
His eyes darkened, hatred rippling deep within them.
At least they had been merciful; he could admit that much. They had not reduced this place to dust, had not turned it into the same hell his people had endured. This city still stood, whole and thriving.
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They had already paid.
Every single one of them.
Not one remained alive to enjoy what they had taken. Not one had been spared.
The man sitting there was none other than Xing Luoguang.
And beside him, smoking quietly as if nothing in the world could disturb him, was his brother, Xing Luoye.
