Requiem Of A Failed Hero



[You have entered the realm of absolute focus SAMADHI]

[You are in the state of Samadhi]

[Due to your absolute focus, your skill proficiency will increase faster]

The Six Demon Sword technique was specifically designed to channel Raith's body and mind into a state of complete focus, enabling him to access this realm of absolute focus. Throughout history, numerous legends have devised various martial arts, skills, and techniques in pursuit of Samadhi—a state where one's mind and body seamlessly unite with the sword.

Raith's reentry into Samadhi was not only made possible by his prior experience but also by an unintentional deep focus he had achieved while executing a thousand swings with Bal. With each swing, he aimed to unleash the ultimate attack potential contained within the blade, extending himself fully into the motion.

As a result, Raith not only succeeded in manifesting the desired attack power, effectively penetrating Bal's barrier, but he also reattained the state of Samadhi. This time, however, his experience was even more profound. Every skill he currently employed, whether passive or active, began to exhibit accelerated proficiency growth.

Consequently, these skills would progress and level up at a significantly faster pace than under normal circumstances.

Raith's consciousness dissolved into oblivion, consumed entirely by the moment.

Balam's body quivered with anticipation as Raith inclined his upper body forward, positioning his sword backward, akin to a racer preparing for a swift dash.

"Heavenly Destruction," he uttered.

In an instant, a resounding impact echoed through the air.

Devil Flash!!

Raith's form immediately blurred, eluding the naked eye with ease. He effortlessly surged forward, leaving behind an ethereal trail of darkness in his wake. It was as if he had become possessed by the very essence of swiftness, momentarily transcending the limitations of his mortal self. Raith had been running fast so far but at this point, it transcended common sense.

Within this rapid flurry of movement, Raith harnessed his entire power into a solitary slash, infused with the essence of darkness.

The sword seamlessly became an extension of his being, slicing through the fabric of space itself. As he cleaved through the air, trailing dark energy accompanied his motion, leaving behind an eerie streak of obscurity that lingered momentarily before dissipating.

Heavenly Destruction: Devil Flash was a skill that served multiple purposes. It can be employed as an evasive maneuver, allowing the user to swiftly dodge incoming attacks while simultaneously launching a lethal counterstrike. The abrupt emergence of their blade, fueled by the potent forces of darkness, could catch adversaries off guard, transforming defensive maneuvers into relentless, seamless acts of aggression.

However using the sword technique required an unwavering amount of focus, and the skill was possible to be displayed on such a godly level because Raith was in a state of absolute focus.

Balam's body grew cold, as an unfamiliar sensation of fear crept into his being. A chilling shiver traversed his spine, compelling him to instinctively take a step back, attempting to safeguard his own life.

Yet, swiftly realizing the perilous consequence of such a retreat, he swiftly reversed his motion and propelled himself angrily into the path of Raith's blade.

Wham!!

Booooo0oom!!

Their collision birthed an explosive eruption, reverberating throughout the surroundings. The impact caused tremors akin to seismic waves, and the very ground struggled to contain the weight of their clash.

The ensuing cloud of debris veiled everything in a smokescreen, obscuring visibility. All eyes eagerly sought to witness the unfolding events, yearning for a glimpse of what transpired.

Absalom, with his vampiric sight, was the first to discern the truth. His vision surpassed that of ordinary mortals, piercing into the distance with clarity.

Meanwhile, Antares and Hallan Lamar remained entangled in a fierce struggle, acutely aware that even a fleeting moment of distraction could sever their heads from their necks.

As the smokescreen gradually dissipated, droplets of blood descended, staining the ground beneath. The scene now unfolded as a bittersweet blend of tragedy and serenity—a solemn radiance from the simulated sunrise cast a gentle, orange hue upon the atmosphere, creating an aura of haunting beauty mingled with despair.

Raith was hanging onto dear life, he had entered a state of shock and was foaming as he was injured badly while in the state of Samadhi.

This was the downside of this state was this: if an attack failed and critical damage was incurred, it would inevitably result in death. The afflicted individual would succumb to a state of shock from which there was no return but the embrace of 'game over'.

Raith now found himself immersed in that very state of shock, with Balam's right hand firmly impaled in his chest, effortlessly lifting him from the ground.

Balam's countenance contorted with a frown as he gazed upon Raith.

From the right side, it appeared as though Balam had suffered no injuries, but a shift of perspective to his left exposed the ravages inflicted upon his visage. His left face was drenched in a ghastly cascade of purple blood. Raith's sword had cleanly sliced through a portion of his face, severing an ear, while his eyes remained untouched.

A tinge of sadness etched itself upon Balam's expression as he observed Raith's wretched state—foaming mixed with blood from his mouth, and a steady stream of crimson dripping from the cavity punctured in his chest.

"It pains me to witness your demise in such a manner. You are the finest human I have ever engaged in combat," Balam lamented, his voice tinged with sorrow. He closed his eyes and withdrew his hand from Raith's body.

Turning away, Balam allowed Raith's lifeless form to collapse upon the ground. A genuine sense of grief permeated his being, hinting at the profound regret he harbored over Raith's demise.

"If only he were a demon," Balam thought somberly. "He would have made for an exceptional friend."

However, this friendship would require them to belong to the same race, preferably as greater demons, for any other form of kinship would invariably be tainted by inherent malice.

Balam lightly touched the side of his head, marveling at Raith's remarkable ability to land such a blow. Had he not evaded to the left in the final moments, Raith's sword would have cleaved his skull in half.

Nonetheless, Balam's wealth of experience surpassed Raith's, rendering it no mere coincidence that he charged forward, deftly swerving to the left at the last instant, plunging his hand directly into Raith's chest.

This demon before you had braved countless battles and emerged triumphant time and again.

[You have died]

[You have gained a level]

[You have gained a level]

[You have gained a level]

[You have gained a level]

[You have gained a level]

[You have gained a level]

[...]

[You have died in a state of Samadhi]

[You shall receive a heavy punishment]

[You shall receive a heavy reward]