Extra's Descent

An ability that resigned themselves to their fates.

[Possession]

Due to the capabilities of the human body, the effects would only last for thirty seconds.

But those ten seconds were the deciding factor.

It was, after all, Ezekiel himself who could materialize, as soon as his subjects willingly utter the phrases.

Though it wasn't possible for all.

Just the ones who Ezekiel gave blessings to himself.

And Lancelott was one such person himself after meeting Ezekiel, just before he was sent for this mission.

Ezekiel looked ahead.

There was not much to do.

Just the fact that he had freedom for a few seconds was enough for him.

However, he sensed it.

The Sovereign.

He was here.

And he was standing right in front of him.

He didn't have much time left.

And clearly, it wasn't enough time to kill this Sovereign.

Standing in front of him gave him chills all over, even as a Wraith himself.

However, seething rage boiled inside him as well.

These Sovereigns….

It was them that had exiled the Wraiths, or rather, Sovereigns themselves.

And seeing the fearless look in this Sovereign's expressions….

It had made Ezekiel curious.

Just what made these Sovereign's fearful?

And….

…..Who is this Sovereign?

Ezekiel at least had to know that before this body perished.

And so, he reached out for the Sovereign as fog began to gradually fill the room.

However, it proved to be a difficult task as chains shot from the ground, blocking his path from the Sovereign.

Crack!

Immediately, the chains shattered before it could even reach Ezekiel.

"You really are a weak one, aren't you?"

Ezekiel scoffed.

Everyone in the chamber was weak. They posed no threat to him, and in fact, he could barely sense their presence.

They were just that weak.

The celestial mage wasn't bad, but she clearly lacked something.

And for that reason, she was able to save herself.

Her affinity would go to waste if Ezekiel killed her now.

He wanted her abilities.

For that reason, he allowed her to live.

Just a few light injuries here and there.

To his standards anyway.

All of a sudden, the Sovereign's figure blurred. Ezekiel's head flicked to the side, noticing the

But he stood still. Despite the fact that he could sense it, the body's muscles weren't fast enough to react.

Bang!

Feeling the Sovereign's fist struck his side, Ezekiel skidded to the side slightly.

It felt like he was pushed.

That was it.

Just a light push.

SHIIING—

The Sovereign's relentless with his attacks as he brandished his sword. As his sword came cleaving down, Ezekiel felt a tingle.

The sword tickled.

So this was all the Sovereign was capable of.

Then where did that sense of profound confidence stem from?

Ezekiel couldn't deny that the Sovereign was fast.

And since he was unaccustomed to this body, he couldn't trace the Sovereign's movements.

Truly, the human body's limitations held their growth back.

Ezekiel could tell what the Sovereign was doing.

To buy time for the others to escape.

But seeing how they all stood frozen in fear for him, it seemed like the Sovereign's efforts were for naught.

"Go! What the fuck are you guys doing?!"

The Sovereign screamed.

They all snapped out of it at his words.

"Artoria, you go first!"

One of the cannon fodders spoke. A woman with pale–white hair and ice–blue eyes. She must've been the leader.

How idiotic.

The woman was way weaker than the man that stood beside her. Specifically, the man with a robust figure.

And yet he wasn't the leader….?

This continent clearly lacked reform.

All of a sudden, the air around Ezekiel changed.

Magic circles materialized all around him as the man with a robust figure clasped his hands together.

At that moment, ice slowly crawled from the ground, encapsulating Ezekiel's leg all the way to his torso.

Kracka! Kracka!

Then, two lightning bolts pierced through the air and shot towards him in an instant.

The lightning struck his body, or particularly, Lancelott's body, and Ezekiel spasmed slightly.

Annoying.

They were annoying.

Like flies buzzing his ears.

Bang! Bang!

All of a sudden, a loud banging sound echoed and bullets charged. Upon impact, Ezekiel felt his body tremble as he staggered back slightly.

"Ah."

The mana coming from the bullets.

It was familiar.

How didn't he notice it?

The signature coming from the woman with blonde hair was faint. However, as Ezekiel stared intently, it was definitely there.

Another Sovereign.

Ezekiel's eyes widened in amusement.

Who knew he would encounter two Sovereigns at the same time?

And for that reason, she was the target.

Ezekiel's figure blurred at that moment as he appeared right in front of the woman who held a pistol forward.

But the woman was quick in her feet as she leapt back.

Slash—!

Feeling something sharp strike his body, Ezekiel turned his head slightly and met two ink–black eyes.

They fared well against him.

But that wasn't without reason. This body was weak after all.

He couldn't just physically transcend. If he did, the body would perish instantly.

Since it proved to be an impossible task, Ezekiel decided to deal with whatever he came here for.

And with such thoughts, he focused on the Sovereign.

Since there were two Sovereigns at the moment….

He reached out for the woman.

Swoosh—!

Once again, his figure blurred, appearing right beside the woman.

This time she was caught off guard, confused as to why she was targeted.

"Ah."

The woman's eyes widened as she took a step back.

And it was then,

Another figure blurred, appearing right behind the woman. His two ink–black eyes glared at him as if he was the most repulsive being he had ever seen.

Time seemed to freeze at a standstill as he reached out for the blonde woman's neck.

"Amelia!"

A scream resounded.

His hand was close, and so was the Sovereign's sword as it glimmered. There, Ezekiel could see the sword start shimmering an amethyst glow.

"What is your darkest dreadful memory?"

Ezekiel's lips curled up to a wide grin.

Spurt!

The trajectory of his hand shifted abruptly. Blood dripped as his hand cleaved right through the sword.

Not only that, but what seemed to be light magic struck his body.

All sorts of magic rushed towards him as the entire chamber was filled with a myriad circles.

A joint attack between everyone present in the room.

It was admirable.

And it was too late.

28 seconds.

Those were the only seconds he had left before his body perished.

But it was a success.

"Let me see right through you, Sovereign."

"Brandon!"

Another scream resounded.

The blonde woman tried to push the Sovereign aside.

Ezekiel's palms touched the Sovereign's face slightly.

And that was all he needed to do.

The Sovereign may have tempered his body with mana. However, he was vulnerable to mental attacks.

As soon as his palms touched the Sovereign's face….

He saw it all.

In a matter of seconds as if it were a fever dream.

One second was all it took.

And Ezekiel froze.

"Kh…!"

He groaned slightly.

"Wha—"

Truly, he saw it all.

The Sovereign's darkest dreadful memories.

A memory that had been locked away deep inside.

The Sovereign's death.

The 1st death.

The most important one.

A world with no magic.

The Sovereign looked different.

Jet–black hair and ocean–blue eyes.

His name was Raven Blackheart.