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Chapter 238: A Journey of Hundred of Thousands years
Chapter 238: A Journey of Hundred of Thousands years
Immediately the youth was back at his practice, the words, seemingly now, absent from his mind.
And so
What was bound to happen, happened.
Gambino, Grifith, Casca
And the EclipseAnd the Horror of the Branded
And as Guts plunged in endless slaughter, laughing in the mind of, the turmoil madness, the evil of existence has brought upon him.
Indulging in his own misery and quelling his deep pain in the blood of Apostle after another, abandoning everything he once held dear.
As he lived in the vile perverted dystopia that his own mind had become.
The Darkness in his heart rousing from the depths of his being and unleashed on the rest of an existence that has long rejected him, branded him and sacrificed him.
Revenge tainted his heart.
Darkness corrupted his broken being.
Yet, somehow
He who felt unworthy of surviving, still held on.
For Whatever reason he still advanced, branded, tortured, and destitute.
Leaving a trail of blood in his wake.
Only for one day, after he met a little fairy, to remember someone, a being he left behind.
'Casca'
His heart became heavy, unbearable, when he thought about it.
Nevertheless, he couldn't continue.Like that
He knew it
And as he made it back
.To only find a broken shell of the woman he loved.
.Something broke inside of him.
He was forced to face it
The Reality of it all
The Ugliness of it all.
And this cowardliness of his.
At that time
He knelt
And the next moment
The world once again rewound to the time he was still training with Gambino.
Only know.After a lifetime, he looked in the air.
Founding no one. Yet faintly feeling a gaze overlooking his being from above.
As he was still practicing with Gambino he spoke slightly into the air:
"Thanks."
There was no overexcitement.
No Zeal.
No Joy.
He was faraway from his previous joyous self.
And the words of the Emperor he took a challenge then.
Felt like the premonition of endless suffering.
But even that.Didn't stop him.
He simply continued
The Trail of Blood that he started.
Paved by his own foremost.
Maybe he was going crazy.
Maybe he was doing out of a once childish sense of stubbornness.
Against Fate.
Against the World Itself.
Against the Emperor he felt his favor was wasted on.
He simplyShut his mouth.
And Marched forward.
That timeIt would be different.
Guts action were different.
Yet there was one thing that stayed the same.
The Idea Of EvilRemained unchanged.
It favored those who it favored.
But it still felt how the cycle of causality was messed with. And how time regressed impassively.
It didn't dare to challenge the bearer of that Godly power.
But it stilltargeted his own favored.
Femto.
He looked at the indifferent gazeof his closest and his farthest.
The man he loved and hated the most. At his last moment, in the last struggle
The Idea of Evil gave Griffith the memory of a Hundred of Thousands of Years of endless confrontation.
Of endless victories and defeats.
But no one was as perfect, as mind numbly perfect at this one.
"I"
His feeble hand clutched the Dragon Slayer lodged on his heart. His hoarse yet sonorous voice resounded:
"I am sorry."
Yet Guts, under the gaze of his safe companions, responded:
"I am sorry for you too."
Griffith eyes widened. At that time.In the end of it allThe eyes of Guts became clearer and clearer. They were devoid of any animosity; only stone cold calm could be reflected in them:
"The Choice you made."
"To sacrifice somethingFor another thing"
"To succumb to evil for ambition."
"The Choice of humanity and the Will of Evil."
"To use Evil to create hope."
"Compromise that is"
"Is inherent to your condition, Griffith."
"You succumbed to it."
"Others may to."
And as he looked at dying white haired youth who he once respected and revered.
Who he once hated and despised.
Who he once envied and pursued.
He, who hurt him more than anyone else.
And He, who he hurt more than anyone else.
"Compromise is the choice of the weak."
And as he took of his Dragon Slayer from his pierced chest.
"And me too"
He looked at the weeping comrades wailing at the dying Griffith.
"The Man who couldn't you stop you from taking this path. No matter how much I tried."
".Had to compromise."
"And kill you."
Griffith eyes widened:
"You-"
Guts eyes were more and more faint as he walked out of the oceans of Apostle corpses.
His eyes brimming with Millenia old calm.
Finally as he walked out.
As after finally destroying the EclipseAfter destroying the nightmare plaguing him.
He stood up and looked at the sky.
Where he felt a pair of eyes watching over his journey.For all those years.
This presenceHe never talked to.He never addressed it. And never questioned it.
At that time.
For the first itme, from the bottom of his heart, he laughed:
"You are right, your majesty. My life really isn't easy!"
As he spoke, a figure appeared from the void. The previous solemn eyes, had layers upon layers of complexity.
A Mighty voice resounded in response:
"Is it your final answer?"
"Are you satisfied with it?"
The Branded Swordsman, simply sat on the ground. His eyes a little foggy.
How many things did he sacrifice. How many things did he plot? And how many part of himself did he have to burn?
Just so he could make it to this step?
To the question.Was it worth it?
The Response would be: Yes.
Every step of the way. Every drop of blood spilled.
Made him who he was today.
But to the question is he satisfied with the outcome?
"No. I am not satisfied."
He closed his tired eyes as he said softly:
"It seems I lost after all, your majesty." Read latest chapters at novelhall.com Only