VOIDBLADE: THE LAST SWORD OF THE END

The air split with the sound of thunder and steel. As Void God stepped through the battlefield, his eyes locked onto the approaching figure. Lord Heska rode at the head of his personal guard — a formation of elite players and NPC soldiers — but it was the lord himself who held his attention.

[Lord Heska — Level 55]

HP: 320,000

Attack: 12,000

Defense: 9,000

A tall man clad in ornate black armor, Heska carried a massive halberd wreathed in flickering red flame. His eyes burned with arrogance and bloodlust, his mouth twisted in a cruel grin. He expected a victory — but Void God would give him only oblivion.

"Do you know who you stand against?" Heska's voice boomed across the battlefield. "I am the Warden of Blackstone Ridge, the blade of Briarstead's true rulers!"

Void God didn't answer. He simply raised Voidfang, its edge gleaming with the emptiness of the abyss.

Heska sneered. "Kill him."

The guards surged forward.

They didn't make it far.

Presence of the Abyss spread out like a suffocating wave, dragging the air into stillness. The charging soldiers stumbled, their movements sluggish — and Void God moved.

He appeared in their midst without a sound, and then the slaughter began.

Void Piercer struck first — a single thrust that ripped through three enemies at once, their bodies crumpling to the ground before they even realized they'd died.

A knight swung at his back — but the blade met only air as Void God stepped through space, reappearing above them. Abyssal Severance fell like a guillotine — and the knight vanished in a spray of crimson.

Another wave of enemies charged — but they, too, fell into nothingness. Their cries were swallowed by the void, their weapons rusting and shattering under the effects of Sword Entropy.

Heska's grin faded.

"Enough!" The lord roared, spurring his mount forward. The halberd swept out in a blazing arc — but Void God was already gone.

He reappeared behind Heska, blade flashing—

But the lord was fast. He spun, blocking with the haft of his weapon. Sparks flew as their weapons clashed, and the ground cracked beneath their feet.

"You're strong," Heska admitted, eyes narrowing. "But you're still mortal."

"Am I?" Void God whispered.

He pushed forward — and the void surged.

Abyssal Insight ignited in his mind, the world slowing to a crawl. He saw the shift in Heska's stance, the subtle movement that preceded his next strike — and he moved first.

Void Step.

He reappeared at Heska's side, Voidfang already descending. The halberd lashed out in desperation — but Sword Entropy met its edge, and the weapon began to decay.

Heska's eyes widened in shock.

HP: 320,000 → 250,000

The lord bellowed in rage, fire erupting around him. "You think you can challenge me? I am a lord of Briarstead!"

Void God didn't answer. He simply raised his hand — and the void answered his call.

Abyssal Dominion.

The battlefield shifted. Shadows deepened, the air grew cold, and an overwhelming pressure fell upon the ridge. The void bent reality itself — and for the first time, Heska knew fear.

The lord charged, desperation lending speed to his strikes. But it wasn't enough.

Void Rend tore through his armor.

HP: 250,000 → 100,000

Abyssal Severance shattered his halberd.

HP: 100,000 → 25,000

Heska fell to one knee, eyes wide and bloodied. "No—"

Void God's blade rested at his throat.

"There are no lords in the abyss," he said softly.

The strike was swift. Final.

HP: 25,000 → 0

Lord Heska fell.

And Blackstone Ridge belonged to the void.