Chương 33: An Eye for an Eye

At the cavern floor, amid clouds of choking dust and the black smoke rising from its exhausted, scorched body, the grey demon began to move. It hauled itself upright with immense difficulty from the crater its own body had carved. Its appearance was revolting and pitiful in equal measure: the creature that an hour ago had swaggered as the lord of death had been reduced to wreckage.

Half its grey face had dissolved entirely under the heat of Dex's burning roundhouse kick, exposing the dark skull bone and charred tissue beneath, and its great left horn-the emblem of its pride and dominion-had shattered into scattered debris in the dust. But in that moment of absolute despair and pain beyond endurance, a dangerous transformation occurred in the demon's mind. When a beast understands that it is already dead regardless, fear dissolves-and in its place rises pure rage and blind nihilism.

The demon released a bloody, ragged roar and gathered every last remnant of the corrupt Shadow Mana from the depths of its shattered Core. It extended its one remaining functional hand toward the empty air before it and conjured from nothingness an enormous black sword exceeding two metres in length. This was the Forbidden Shadow Blade: a weapon composed of condensed darkness, forged specifically to absorb light, penetrate magical armour, and drain the life force from everything it severed.

This sword was its final trump card-the card that, in the old stories, was known to fell Rank A heroes with a single stroke. Raising the cursed blade above its head, the demon charged with its full desperate weight and power toward Dex, who had just descended in front of it with angelic calm and serenity. Dex's fire wings folded behind his back like a luminous cloak. With a desperate blow saturated with all the hatred of the world of darkness, the demon attempted to cleave Dex's head vertically in two.

The Forbidden Shadow Blade descended at terrifying speed, pulling all the surrounding light into itself as it fell. But for Dex-whose consciousness and sensory awareness had elevated to transcend the boundaries of natural time-the blow appeared to move in extreme slow motion. With a single half-step, barely perceptible, and a fluid tilt of the head, Dex evaded the enormous black sword.

The Shadow Blade split the air millimetres from his face and buried itself in the ground, opening a deep fissure with no effect whatsoever. Do You Remember This Moment? With the speed of lightning, in a motion devoid of the slightest hesitation, Dex's left hand extended like a titanium vice and seized, with terrifying force, the demon's right arm-precisely at the forearm. This was the very same arm, the very same hand, that the demon had used a short while ago to rip Dex's human arm from his shoulder.

"Do you remember this moment?" Dex whispered in a low voice, yet it pierced the demon's remaining eardrum with terrifying clarity. His eyes-now two blazing embers of stellar blue-widened slightly with a cold, calculating savagery that penetrated the creature's soul and paralysed its Core.

"Do you remember the feeling of absolute power as you tore my limbs from me as though I were a broken ragdoll? Do you remember the sound of my tendons snapping-the screaming that delighted your ears?" In that brutal moment, Dex did not merely recall the pain-he recalled the humiliation of the weak prisoner. Rather than using his newfound power to sever the demon's arm with a swift, merciful sword stroke, he chose a more severe path: the way of the Law of Equivalent Exchange.

He drove a highly concentrated, intensely focused current of blue and white Phoenix fire directly from his palm into the stone pores and grey veins of the demon's arm. He did not burn it from the outside. He forced the fire to enter the creature's magical bloodstream. The demon released a scream that the long history of the Crystal Sanctuary had never heard the equal of.

The fire was flowing through its bone marrow like nuclear acid-cooking its nerves, boiling its fluids, melting its bones from the inside out-while the hard stone exterior of the skin held together for terrifying moments, acting as a thermal kiln that trapped maximum heat within. The demon watched its own arm glowing from inside with blazing blue light, feeling every particle of its flesh dissolving while it was still conscious.

"Severance." Dex spoke the word with quiet finality. With one swift lateral strike of his blazing right hand-using the bare edge of his palm as a plasma thermal blade-he struck the demon's arm cleanly from its shoulder socket. Unlawfully taken from Royal Road, this story should be reported if seen on Amazon. The massive arm separated with a single clean stroke.

The heat radiating from Dex's hand was so immense and absolute that it cauterised the enormous grey wound instantly and with perfect precision, preventing a single drop of blood from escaping. This was not mercy toward the demon to spare it from bleeding to death. It was a terrifying tactical decision: Dex intended to prolong its suffering, to keep it at the peak of its consciousness so that it could drink every drop of pain in full, denied even the mercy of fainting from blood-loss shock.

The charred, dead grey arm fell to the floor with a heavy sound, and the massive demon collapsed to its knees screaming and wailing, clutching its smooth, scorched shoulder. The creature understood in full, in that black moment, that the balance of power had not merely shifted-it had been crushed and recast entirely in the shape of the new Executioner.

The demon retreated crawling across the floor, using what remained of its right leg, terror and panic filling its being to the point that it had lost all ability to speak or roar-producing only broken, strangled sounds resembling the howling of a wounded wild dog. The creature standing before it with unsettling composure was not an ordinary human sorcerer who had suddenly gained power. It was a walking catastrophe: a living embodiment of the Phoenix's wrath, a destructive force that spared nothing.

In one final desperate attempt, the demon tried to activate its shadow-instant-displacement magic-to dissolve into the ground and escape through the cavern's cracks into the outside world. Faint shadows began to gather beneath its body. But the black magic array shattered completely and dissolved like smoke. Dex was extending his absolute dominion over every particle of Mana, every current of air, every ray of light in the room. His sovereign domain had nullified every spell of lower rank.

"Where exactly do you think you are going?" Dex's voice came from behind it as he advanced in steps that were heavy, slow, and measured with surgical precision. Every step left a blue-glowing burnt footprint on the stone-like seals of divine punishment. In the blink of an eye he had reappeared to block the demon's escape route entirely.

"Our account has not been closed. In my old world and my new one alike, debts must be paid in full-in the same currency." He placed his left foot-sheathed in a faint blue fire aura-with merciless weight directly on the demon's left knee. The same location. The same precise joint that the demon had crushed beneath its steel mass not long ago to shatter Dex's leg.

"You enjoyed crushing my bones here enormously, didn't you?" Dex leaned his torso forward, his face drawing close to the suffering creature's, his blue eyes overflowing with pure cold severity.

"Do you remember how you smiled as you listened to the sound of my joint shattering?" Then, with slow, deliberate, sustained downward pressure-ignoring the creature's pleading and wailing-Dex began to apply the weight. Not a swift crushing blow, but a gradual collapse: he wanted it to live through every moment of the structural disintegration. The sound of the grey demon's knee shattering began to reverberate through the space.

It resembled the cracking of thick ice beneath the weight of a massive ship, or the grinding of great boulders in a millstone. To Dex, these hideous sounds were a musical symphony that pleased his ears-playing the melody of a vengeance wrested from the jaws of death itself.

Dex was not sadistic by nature, and he did not take pleasure in the suffering of others-but the Phoenix's inheritance had awakened in his depths a dimension that knew no forgiveness for evil: the dimension of total purification by fire, the absolute judgement of those who transgressed against him. CRACK. The demon's knee detonated completely under the heat of thousands of degrees and the immense, unrelenting mechanical pressure. The bones pulverised to fine dust. The cartilage dissolved.

Now, in a scene that embodied the apex of twisted retributive justice, the great demon lay without an arm and without a leg-utterly helpless, mutilated, collapsed in a pool of its own burning, evaporating blood, trembling with terror and pain. Exactly as Dex had lain before it one hour ago. Dex regarded his terrible masterwork with cold composure and delivered his final judgement:"Now... we are precisely equal in pain, and exactly matched in lost limbs. An eye for an eye. An arm for an arm. A leg for a leg.

Let us see, then-which of us possesses the will sufficient to remain standing and look the other in the eye at the end."