Chapter 325: Chapter 325: Cracking skull Chapter 325 – Cracking Skull A whirlwind of destruction exploded through space, making it quake in dread. The sky cracked into countless shards, its precious blue drained into a profound, bleeding red. The realm itself screamed in agony, its howls echoing across the ruined expanse, unheard by any locked in the fury of battle. A fountain of blood, spilled organs, and mangled bones carpeted the ground in crimson. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮 Mortals howled in injustice, and even divine beings knelt in submission. Noah and the Lady of Thorn were engaged in a deadly but beautiful dance of combat. They were trails of light — Noah’s silver-white, hers a ghostly grey — clashing in thunderous blows, each one carrying the weight to dent reality itself. Their speed transcended light, making the very definition of time meaningless. Their battlefield was drowned in an uncountable sea of thorns that spread as far as the eye could see, while silver-white threads carved through them, severing the very meaning of fate and bending it to Noah’s will. Threads and thorns clashed in unholy rage, splitting space, tearing the ground from beneath itself, flinging chunks skyward before shattering them into billions of fragments. The fight was calamitous. The Lady of Thorn darted left, evading a spear woven from Noah’s fate-cutting threads. She slammed her feet into the groundless air, and a torrent of red thorns erupted upward, embracing Noah hungrily. He clicked his tongue, too late to fully escape. He staggered back, dodging some, blocking others, but several pierced through — tearing his clothes, stabbing into his fair skin, until pristine white blood sprayed out, staining him. Before he could think further, his own blood twisted against him, warping into white thorns that stabbed back into his body. A sharp, piercing pain ripped through him, striking directly at his soul. His body swayed from the sudden torment, his vision tilting — just as the Lady of Thorn appeared an inch away, crouched low, her knuckles wrapped in black and red thorns that pulsed with malevolence. With madness glowing in her eyes and blood smeared on her lips, she drove her fist into his gut. Noah’s bones rattled like a leaf caught in a storm, splintering like fragile glass. His body hurled backward, slicing the air before he smashed face-first into the ground with an earthshaking detonation. Dust rose in towering waves, smothering the battlefield in a hazy shroud. Above, the Lady of Thorn buckled, vomiting a cascade of crimson blood as her pale face twisted in agony. She clutched her ribs, a grievous pain making her knees buckle even in the sky. She gritted her teeth, hatred creaking audibly in her skull, and glared down into the rising dust. From below, Noah’s mocking voice cut through. "It must feel really nasty, huh?" The haze cleared, revealing him battered but upright. His clothes were torn to rags, white blood dripping from his lips. His once immaculate silver hair now flared wild, like a storm. He was in pain, but his eyes glinted with cold indifference and worse, with taunting amusement. "You see, we can still end this by talking. My brother only wants to kill your husband, not you. Why don’t we settle this like civilized people?" he said with a smirk, his voice dripping with confidence. And the Lady of Thorn knew why. She was going to lose if she couldn’t break the causality ability binding her. But that was the problem, this smiling bastard would never give her the time to think, to unravel his skill. And if she faltered, if she lost focus for even a breath, her skull would be shattered again. She seethed, teeth grinding. "I won’t let you kill my husband," she growled, her voice like two jagged thorns scraping against each other. Annoying. Her battered body swayed, but her gaze didn’t waver. The air shifted. Space itself warped, bleeding into thorns of countless colors that lashed onto her body, burrowing deep, transforming her flesh. It was done in an instant. She was now a living mass of thorns, her form still humanoid but twisted into shifting shades of thorned growth. Her new presence made the air recoil in dread, space itself tearing apart around her unstable aura. Noah stood below, smiling faintly, his runic thread-marked eyes glinting with scorn and contempt. "I personally preferred your previous appearance," he said lightly, before turning his head to glance at Aurelia’s battle, then Asaemon’s. Both were about to finish, which made his smile sharpen. Then he raised his right hand and caught her descending fist at eye level. The air hissed like a serpent before snapping apart with a booming crack, a wrenching explosion radiating from the clash. But Noah didn’t release her fist. He clenched it tighter, crunching her knuckles until the sound split the battlefield. Her eyes bulged in pain as she raised her other hand, nails flexing like daggers, slashing for his face. Noah flung his head back, still gripping her hand, her claws grazing by a hair’s breadth. Then his free hand snapped forward, coiling around her wrist like serpent and locking it tight. She snarled, fury blazing in her eyes, but Noah’s gaze was filled with insufferable arrogance. He stepped closer, pressing his forehead almost against hers, then hammered his knuckles into her skull. A sickening crack echoed. Her head snapped back in a spray of blood. She staggered, but Noah didn’t let go. He struck again. And again. And again. The sound of cracking bone rang out mercilessly as he pummeled her face, blood smearing across her features until they were unrecognizable. Her nose shattered. Her forehead split open like torn curtains, revealing a grotesque glimpse of oily brain matter streaked with runes racing like lightning. Noah’s face was drenched in her blood, his grin monstrous, eldritch, as though reality itself could not contain him. "Are you willing to talk now?" he growled. Her face was ruined like a cracked stone, with her lips swollen and split into pieces, jaw broken and hanging loosely as if about to fall at any given moment. And yet she still clung to life. She slowly parted her bleeding mouth and whimpered weak and broken, "M-Mercy..." Noah grinned wider, blood pouring down his chin like a torrent. "Took you long enough, my lady." Then, suddenly, his face flipped like a switch, the cruelty melting into a mischievous grin. "Now tell me...were you truly masturbating with your husband chained like a worthless weasel in front of you?" The change was so abrupt that the Lady of Thorn shivered. —End of Chapter 325—