บททั้งหมดของ Crown of The Omega : บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

The transformation process could not be stopped. Power flooded through my body like wildfire, remaking every cell, every thought, every memory. I felt myself expanding beyond flesh, becoming something vast and incomprehensible.But through it all, I could feel Isadora's corruption spreading through the memory-flower like poison through veins."Fight it," Prince Kael shouted, but his voice sounded distant, as if coming from another lifetime."How?" I gasped, my own voice echoing across dimensions. "I cannot stop the transformation, and I cannot remove her corruption without destroying the nexus point entirely.""Then we remove her," Prince Darius snarled, storm magic crackling around his fists."You cannot touch a corrupted spirit without being corrupted yourself," the golden entity warned. "Her essence is pure malevolence refined through decades of demonic torture."Isadora's ghostly form materialized more fully, standing atop the blackening memory-flower like a dark queen on her thro

Despair rose from the purple earth like smoke made solid, its form shifting between states of matter as if reality could not quite contain it. Where it touched, the singing trees fell silent, their harmony replaced by discordant whispers."You are Love Incarnate," it said, each word carrying the weight of eons. "I am Despair Eternal. We were always going to meet.""Were we?" I kept my voice steady despite the chill spreading through my cosmic form. "I was not aware we had an appointment.""Oh, we have had an appointment since the moment you chose transformation. Light attracts shadow. Hope summons despair. Love..." It smiled with a mouth that held too many sorrows. "Love invites me personally."Prince Kael moved to stand beside me, his newly transformed power crackling like distant thunder. "State your purpose or leave.""Purpose? How delightfully mortal." Despair laughed, and somewhere in the realm, a child began crying. "I do not need purpose. I simply am. Like gravity, like entropy

The portal back to Luna's realm tore open with desperate speed. We emerged directly into the throne room—and found it already under siege.Shadow creatures poured through dimensional rifts like infection through wounds. These were not the simple darkness we had faced before, but sophisticated entities carrying fragments of cosmic power. Each one bore the mark of a shadow self, darkness given purpose and intelligence."Luna!" I shouted, scanning the chaos for my niece."Here!" Her voice came from behind a barrier of combined light and shadow magic. She stood with her mother, Adrian, and a handful of defenders, holding back a tide of darkness that seemed endless."We came as soon as we heard the disturbances," Princess Seraphina said, her guardian powers blazing. "But they keep coming. Every portal we close, three more open.""Because they are coordinated," I realized. "This is not random attack. This is strategy."A familiar laugh echoed through the throne room. Anti-Lyra stepped throu

The first consciousness waited for my response, its starlight-and-shadow form flickering with genuine curiosity. Around us, the void pressed close, expectant and hungry for purpose."The difference," I said finally, "is consent. We asked darkness for help. We did not force it, corrupt it, or pretend it was something else.""But you are still using it for your goals.""Yes. Because cooperation is not the same as domination. We work with darkness rather than against it or pretending it does not exist.""That sounds like rationalization," Prince Rhett observed. "Comfortable philosophy that justifies uncomfortable alliances.""Maybe. Or maybe it is honesty." I looked at each of my companions. "We all carry darkness. Pretending we do not is the real lie.""Then what are we building?" Luna asked. "A world that acknowledges darkness? Celebrates it? Tries to balance it?""A world that transforms it," I replied, clarity emerging from chaos. "Not by destroying shadow, but by giving it purpose b

The Shadow Collective waited for our answer, its amalgamated form pulsing with patient malice. Behind it, I could sense the dimensional barriers weakening as more realms fell to coordinated darkness."How long do we have?" Prince Kael asked, his tactical mind already calculating impossible odds."Minutes. Maybe less." I felt each realm's death like a personal wound. "They are not bluffing. The destruction is real.""Then we fight," Prince Darius said immediately. "We leave this realm to defend itself and save those who cannot save themselves.""No," Paradox spoke up, its voice carrying unexpected authority. "You created us to choose. Now we choose for ourselves. Go. Save the dying realms. We will defend our home.""You are less than an hour old," Luna protested. "You cannot face that army alone.""Then we will fail quickly rather than slowly. But we will fail making our own choices." Paradox turned to the other eighty-eight consciousnesses. "Who stands with me?"Silence stretched for