Death March To The Parallel World Rhapsody Light Novel Novels & Stories

I let purple witch fire tickle her feet and say, ''From fire and destruction you are born and to fire you shall return. I close my fist and the purple fire starts to burn over her whole body. ''AAAAAAA NOOO!'' Hella screams until her body is nothing but ash. I hear the war drums become louder and louder, but the magic is starting to fade. The purple light in my eyes slowly dims out and I fall to the ground. In the doorway, I can see red light emerging and the drums are getting close.

And when I’m gone, I know he’ll hurt, but maybe one day he’ll feel himself again. The Soul Eaters are all around me now. There’s walls of them all around me, and I let them feast. They come to me like honey in a trap. They are so exhilarated by this energy that they close their eyes. And I start to glow. I pull up the energy I have and glow brighter and brighter. They drink and drink. And then I am light. I am light itself. And once the light hits its limits, I pull in one go at the darkness. I pull at it with everything. To make the switch as fast and as forcefully as possible. I start to run through them all. Each one destroyed before it knows what’s happening. I fill them with way too muc

Then Randall and others would come when it would breathe fire to hold it down and the fighters would come in the end to end its breath for the better. Drayce’s eyes were crimson, flying over the ground while they were cautiously coming but it noticed their presence. With a furious screech, it tried to attack them with thundering speed but Huzefa cast his spell, “Die in one, live in one as I shall exist for one- Illes World III!” Opening the third world, He sent Drayce there to go wild and take his time to break it so his eyes could turn back to the golden color and his skin loosen.

Just like what happened to me in my previous life. When I heard of their death, the weight on me was instantly relieved. Those who brought about my tragic end were gone at last. The winter of my life ended, and I was heading toward spring.

“Why won't you wake up?” I shook his body carefully. “Please Rapheal..” He didn't move. Didn't respond. My whole existence crumbled once again.. I can't let him die. I have to fix my mess.. Closing my eyes, I held him tightly and calmed my core. When I felt the wave rush through me, I quickly began to transfer what was left of me into his lanky body. A blue light engulfed us both, and my soul travelled with him through the parallel to a colourful suspension.

*** Raven’s jaw tightened. “I need to understand it.” *** That was different. *** ### The Descent Raven closed her eyes. *** And reached. *** Not outward. Not toward the battlefield. *** Inward. *** The cold place answered first—steady, familiar. Death. Controlled. *** Then— the other. *** It rose faster this time. *** Not hesitant. Not distant. *** Waiting. *** The moment she touched it— the world changed. *** ### The Vision She stood on a battlefield. Not Valros.

I coughed and wheezed and struggled back to my feet. "UGH." I heard Darion groan. Smoke blinded my sight, and I could see nothing before me—the sounds of people and monsters fighting and the sounds of people dying and begging filled my ears. "Mira!!" I called. I heard Olivia cough, and I struggled to my feet, still dazed. "Mira!!" I cried desperately. "I'm fine. I'm fine." she heard her mutter from the darkness. "DO YOU NOT SEE ITS BEAUTY. THE BEAUTY THAT IS DEATH, THE MERCY THAT IS DARKNESS." Saltos's voice boomed through the evening sky.

* The scar thrums, memories flooding him—Zara’s laughter, her hands guiding his claws during his first shift, her final smile before the tomb swallowed her. “Now!” Selene shouts. They surge their combined power into the scar. Golden-violet light erupts, a supernova tearing through the cavern. The Trinity howls, recoiling as Zara’s essence slips free, dissolving into stardust. But the Veil fractures, fissures spiderwebbing across the crystal walls. --- **Ryland’s Gambit** The tomb trembles, dust and debris raining down as Ryland ducks a shadow wolf’s lunge. Jarek’s spectral form flickers beside him, his dagger slicing through a tendril of mist.

The sun’s golden rays bathed everything in a soft, safe light, making the world seem untouchable—almost as if nothing bad could ever happen beneath such a perfect sky. Then, without warning, a loud bang shattered the peace. The sharp, jarring sound tore through the air like a hammer through glass, sending invisible shards of fear slicing into the moment. Laxiel’s mother—who had been the only adult left to care for the children since his father, uncle, and aunt had tragically died in the last devastating incident—immediately shot to her feet. Her face drained of color, dread tightening her features. There was no confusion, only a grim, terrifying certainty. Their family had already lost so mu