Chapter 2107: I feared this might happen. "...those aren’t yours," Sharnoth muttered, staring at the six relics that appeared out of nowhere with a solemn look on her face. It seemed quite strange to look at her serious face when all she had been doing all this while was laughing like a maniac who had lost her mind. Zarveth, however, instead of feeling strange— "As I said, You didn’t leave me any other choice." He just smiled lightly. "I must praise you though, I thought you had lost yourself in your emotions, but you can sense danger even in that state, huh? Does this mean you didn’t consider me an actual threat till now?" He questioned curiously. Even though his own question put him down, he didn’t mind; his curiosity far overwhelmed his sense of shame. Not to mention, this woman wouldn’t survive for long anyway. This incident would disintegrate here with her. "...what are these?" Sharnoth questioned. "Shouldn’t you answer my question first?" Zarveth chuckled. He could tell that Sharnoth was trying to buy time to complete her Body of Chaos. However, he could also see that time wasn’t everything she needed. If that were the case, she would have been a lot stronger than she currently was. The Body of Chaos was the strongest physique known to the universe. There was no one who could comprehend it just because they had ’enough time.’ More than time, Sharnoth needed to continue to comprehend Chaos through battle. Yes, that was what the woman needed—a fight against a being stronger than her, a fight where she could push herself beyond her limits and comprehend the True Chaos. This was the reason she, who had been Eternal for a long time now, was finally making progress. She had finally found a being she didn’t have to hold back against. But if Zarveth stopped trying...? Sharnoth’s progress would halt again. Or at least that was Zarveth’s theory, and right now, he was willing to risk it. After all, he now had the absolute advantage. "I will answer when you answer." Sharnoth narrowed her eyes, the Chaos energy around her increasing even now. Zarveth laughed; he didn’t miss what the woman was trying to do. "You are correct. These relics aren’t mine." Zarveth nodded, deciding to answer Sharnoth’s question. "They were forged by Lord Infinity himself." "Lord Infinity...?" Sharnoth narrowed her eyes, and Zarveth’s grin widened. "Indeed." "Can you... use those?" Suddenly, Sharnoth questioned with a frown on her face. Zarveth tilted his head and— "I thought the relics distributed throughout the universe were connected to the Supreme Worlds. Shouldn’t it be the same for the relics given to you by the Infinity? Using those relics..." "Lord Infinity would find out about our battle." Zarveth completed the woman’s words, and Sharnoth frowned. Did he really want Lord Infinity to know about them? But he just betrayed them... There was no way the Infinities would let him go after this. His past actions had all been trying to hide from the Infinities and learn the Anomaly’s secrets. Then why... "You underestimate him." Suddenly, Zarveth spoke up, attracting Sharnoth’s attention. "He is connected to every relic that is created inside the Supreme World of Eternity. Because I share his blood, it doesn’t matter if I create my relics on my own. If he ever desires it, my relics will become his. If he wishes to observe me, he doesn’t have to use the relics he gave to me. He can connect through any relic present in the universe and observe any being he wishes." He revealed. "Then why..." Sharnoth frowned as more and more questions appeared in her head. "He simply does not bother." Zarveth frowned. "According to him, we were sent to deal with mere mercenaries. He wouldn’t waste his time keeping an eye on us. Even if I use his relics, as long as I do not spend too much time, everything will be fine." "Then why didn’t you use these relics before?" Sharnoth asked another question. "I didn’t feel the need to." Zarveth answered honestly. Then, his grin widened and— "It wouldn’t have been fun if I defeated you before you could show me all this, wouldn’t it?" "You sound confident, quite different from how you were acting before." "Aren’t you the same? I’m not hearing that crazy laughter anymore." Zarveth chuckled and suddenly— "Is that so?" Sharnoth grinned as well. This time, however, her grin did not affect Zarveth. Rather— "For billions of years, I worked harder than anyone to get these relics in hopes to use them against beings who I feel threatened by to change the tides of battle, But by the time I got these, I reached a level where very few could challenge me and make me use them. Today, however, is different." He began, as he then looked into Sharnoth’s eyes and— "Congratulations, You have become one of the beings who successfully managed to make me feel threatened. For a mere hundred-thousand-year-old Eternal, it is something you can boast about for the rest of your reincarnations." He declared, as suddenly— The relics around him snapped into formation. One was a circular mirror that reflected not the present—but the ideal future. Another was a pen-like blade that could rewrite anything it touched. A cube of silence, that erased sound, thought, and will. A key, that unlocked the structure of time and bent it in favor of the wielder. A lantern, that showed all possibilities at once. And at the center—the Crest of Chronos, the true mark of the Eternal Infinity. As they lit up, the space around Zarveth changed. Different energies that seemed chaotic started realigning. Time stabilized. Space strengthened. All other Primordial Energies found a balance they had initially lost and— Chaos was... pushed back. "That’s not fair." Sharnoth pouted, her grin, however, did not fade away. Rather, it only widened. She wanted to see it; she wanted to peek into the strength of an Infinity! "It never was." Zarveth laughed at her words, as he then moved. His movements were no longer slow. The Chaos that made it difficult for his relics to work properly no longer seemed to bother him. He no longer had to play defensive. He dashed forward, and space bent to make way. The blade-pen slashed through Sharnoth’s partial domain—instantly changing its property mid-battle. Sharnoth tried to change it, unleashing more Chaos energy to overpower Zarveth’s relics, just like she had always done till now, But this time, it didn’t work. Sharnoth, however, did not give up. She waved her hand, and a wave of Chaos energy exploded toward Zarveth, trying to overwhelm his emotions and weaken his connection with his relics. Sharnoth wanted to use this chance to take away these relics and end the battle, but the mirror relic showed only a future where it failed—and so, it did. The cube of silence floated past her—placing her in an empty void where, even though she wasn’t chained, her movements were taken away. She tried to shift and materialize somewhere else through the Chaos dispersed everywhere. Her body blurred, but then froze mid-transformation, locked in place by the key relic. Zarveth raised a hand, and the Crest of Chronos glowed. "Chaos cannot grow," He declared. "Not if time itself refuses to move." His calm words showed just how much control of the battlefield he had regained. The Infinity Relics were simply too powerful. Sharnoth couldn’t do anything against them. And in this desperation... "Heh." Sharnoth grinned. The madness in her eyes returned. "You have finally showed toys worth breaking, Toy King!" She laughed loudly. Her movements were bound, but even then, she forced herself to move—so much that her bones dislocated, some of her body parts were torn up—and finally, even in this locked space, she gathered a ridiculous amount of Chaos energy and released it all at the same time—black beams, twisting tendrils, storms of color—she did everything she could to plunge the battlefield into Chaos again. But... Zarveth raised the lantern. All possibilities lit up before him. He chose the one where he dodged everything... perfectly. Yes, Sharnoth’s chaotic attacks were no longer unpredictable—not when the enemy held the lantern that showed every single possibility out of billions, trillions of them that existed, and highlighted the ones where the enemy just couldn’t lose. Zarveth blurred forward, appearing in front of her. And then he struck. The Blade of Rewriting. The pen touched her body, and suddenly— Whoosh All the Chaos energy present all over the place disappeared as if it never existed. Sharnoth’s crimson eyes shined brightly as she screamed, but no voice came out. Her Body of Chaos began to tremble. The parts of her skin that had already peeled away started to flicker. The energy within them couldn’t hold. She tried to lift her arm—it didn’t move. She tried to blink, but her eyelids wouldn’t obey. Her body, once wild and shifting, now hovered frozen, as if something important from her was taken away. Slowly, a red stream of tears fell from her eyes. She could sense it—her end was near. Her life flashed in her mind. Zarveth stood above her, breathing slowly. With her partial domain gone, nothing threatened him anymore. He could now deal with the woman even without the Infinity Relics—and as if the relics knew that, they floated behind him, dimming as if their purpose was fulfilled. Now, it was Zarveth’s turn. With Sharnoth now in his hands, it was time to find out the Anomaly’s secret. Or at least... that’s what he was going to do... but suddenly... The silently screaming Sharnoth grinned. The madness in her eyes still didn’t fade away. Her lips cracked open; she said something, but no voice came out. However, Zarveth’s eyes widened when he realized what she was trying to do. Something that went against the very energy she cultivated. Those forbidden words... Zarveth knew them well. A Dark Spell. Yes, it was the same Dark Spell Sharnoth’s mother used to try and end herself back then. For an instant, her maddened crimson eyes turned moist. ’A fitting end...’ She muttered inwardly, preparing to end things before Zarveth could stop her. But then— BOOOOOOM A dark energy, different from the Dark Spell Sharnoth was evoking, filled the area. An energy both Sharnoth and Zarveth instantly recognized. It was the same darkness the Anomaly had used to escape. If the same energy was used, then it meant... The Anomaly was here. Zarveth’s smile widened when he realized it, and just as he expected, the moment the dark energy disappeared, he appeared. His eyes stared at Sharnoth, observing her condition—trapped in a space where her movements were taken away, her connection with Chaos broken, bloodied tears falling from her eyes. Her physique was a mess. Her skin peeled, her body parts torn, hovering in the same space that bound her, her entire body bloodied. It was horrifying. However, what was even more horrifying was that despite her current condition, the woman was still grinning like a maniac—almost as if she no longer had the ability to think straight, even when Nux was standing right in front of her. And when Nux saw that... "So in the end—you failed to suppress your true nature, huh?" He sighed as he pressed his forehead. "I feared this might happen."