Chapter 2181: For Light. "H-How are you alive...? Why didn’t you die...? I-I killed you." Faen asked in desperation, his thirst for knowledge overtaking all his thoughts as a strange light shined in his eyes. Farah noticed the change in those eyes—the eyes that were losing life but still held a bright spark of curiosity— For a moment, he stayed silent, not wanting to answer. After all, he too was once part of the Light—he already knew what was happening and how truly ’curious’ Faen actually was. But just as he was about to end him in silence— ’Tell her.’ He heard a voice. Farah showed no change in his expression, but for the slightest moment, his eyes changed. Most would mistake that look for him considering Faen’s request but trying not to show his emotions. And maybe... Faen was the same. In the end— "You cannot kill what no longer exists." Farah answered. "...what no longer exists...?" Faen tried to seek more clarity. But— "Your time is up." Farah shook his head, his face still expressionless as before. Faen too realized it, and finally—the Light in his eyes faded away, as if now that he had gotten whatever he could, there was no more need to hold on. Just like that, the battle between the two Light Borns ended, and Elyra, who was watching everything, froze in horror. "H-He... was killed!" She screamed in shock. To think just now she was worrying about how the enemy seemed too calm when their strongest had fallen... But... But to think that the ones who lost their strongest first would be... them... The Thal’ren couldn’t believe it. She turned and looked at the rest of the battlefield, and just as she expected, her side was shaken. They still held the advantage, yes, but now... their movements were filled with... hesitation. As for the enemies—they moved just as they did before. With clear intent and... no sign of fear—almost as if they couldn’t even feel the said emotion. It was an oddly unnerving sight. Then, Elyra’s eyes fell on the being who killed Faen— Farah. "How did he... survive...?" She wondered in her head, but obviously, no one was there to answer her. The battle was still ongoing—she tried to participate more than once, but the Light Borns’ battle formation wasn’t something she could become a part of. If anything, she was seen more as a hindrance. In the end, the only thing she could do was continue watching. BOOOOM A few hundred meters away from her, she saw another battle between two Light Borns. Just like before, the Fallen had the disadvantage, and during the battle, the Light Born’s spear exploded, throwing the Fallen’s radiant body backward. Not leaving this chance, the Light Born moved, gathering a ridiculous amount of Light Energy before releasing it all in a single wave— BOOOOOOM The attack connected. The Fallen’s body fell through the clouds and crashed into the ocean below before disappearing into nothingness. Dead. Elyra gasped at the sight. "He—he killed him!?" She shouted out loud, but the next second, she recalled the sight she saw before— And just as she expected— The next second— The Fallen who was torn apart earlier—the one who should have been erased completely—was back. Standing together with the other Fallens, in a perfect formation. As for the injuries he sustained during his battle? All gone. He looked as good as new, ready to continue the battle that he had just lost a few moments ago. And when Elyra and the other Light Borns saw him reappear, just like Farah did before— That was when the horror set in. The Fallen... They did not die. The Light Borns had tried it all—they cut the core into two pieces, they erased one’s existence completely by overwhelming them with energy—but... The enemies simply reconstructed their bodies through Shadows and acted as if nothing had happened. And it wasn’t just the Fallen Light Borns who had this ability... every single one of them, even the eleven Eternals following these Light Borns, were no exceptions. The Light Borns had tried to kill them more than once—using different techniques or methods—but... Every time a Light Born destroyed a Fallen, they reappeared—behind them, beside them, sometimes even above them—striking from impossible angles. "This... how is this possible!?" "They reappear the moment we erase them!" "They have no anchors—how are they reforming!?" Finally, even the almighty Light Borns broke. What were they supposed to do against enemies who... simply could not die? Capture them? They would have, but the enemy wasn’t exactly weak. They were once one of them too—even if they had become comparatively weaker, they weren’t exactly beings who could be captured alive with such ease. Also, could this even be called getting weaker? Sure, their strength, their Aura, their Energy—all of it seemed suppressed, weaker than what it once was—but... Getting true immortality in exchange for all that... Should it be called a sacrifice? Wouldn’t it be better to call it a fair exchange? Or maybe... an exchange that actually benefited them. "I targeted their Soul but... but I couldn’t find anything— It was as if—they do not have a Soul anymore!" One of the Light Borns shouted, turning towards the others. The others, however, were just as confused as him. The worst part? It didn’t seem like the enemy had any intention of answering them. The ’Fallen’ continued wordlessly, charging towards the enemies stronger and more numerous than them without any change in their expressions. Finally— "Focus on your Essence!" Another Light Born—Horaza—took command after Faen fell. He gathered the dispersed Light Borns with one call, and then— "Their injuries heal when they are killed. Do not kill them, do not let them heal— If they cannot die—we will make this life worse for them. We will capture them alive." The new leader declared proudly as he glared at the enemies with intense fury. "For Light." He chanted, and the Light Borns now standing behind him all did the same— "For Light."