The Extra's Rise - Chapter 1099

1099: The Final Sunset 1099: The Final Sunset I stood alone on the wreckage for a moment longer, holding a sword made of nothing, watching the particles of grey dust vanish into the whitecaps of the ocean.

There was no triumphant roar, no beam of light from the heavens.

Just the quiet sound of waves slapping against steel and the salt spray stinging my face.

The anomaly was corrected.

But the war wasn’t over.

Not yet.

I looked up.

High above the atmosphere, the remnants of the Demon Fleet hung in the void.

Thousands of ships, millions of soldiers, all frozen in a state of paralyzed terror.

They had felt it.

Every being connected to the Abyss felt the moment Tenebria’s void collapsed.

The silence from above was deafening.

I let the Intangible Sword dissipate, the grey energy flowing back into my core.

I didn’t need a weapon anymore.

I was the weapon.

I pushed off the wreckage.

Gravity, once a law I obeyed, was now just a suggestion I chose to ignore.

I ascended, rising from the ocean surface like a reverse meteor, breaking the cloud layer in seconds.

I stopped in the upper atmosphere, hovering between the blue of the world and the black of the void.

Below me, the armies of Earth-humanity, the refugees of the Great Seven, the dragons-were looking up.

Above me, the demons were looking down.

I took a breath.

I didn’t shout.

I used Soul Resonance, expanding my will until it touched every single mind in the orbit of Earth.

“She is gone,” I said.

My voice wasn’t loud, but it resonated in the bones of every General, Duke, and foot soldier.

It was an absolute truth, delivered by the entity that had just unmade their god.

“Tenebria has returned to the void.

You are leaderless.” Panic rippled through the fleet.

I could feel their instinct to run, to scatter and pillage, to burn the world out of spite.

I narrowed my eyes.

The Grey hummed around me, turning the sky the color of storm clouds.

“No running,” I commanded.

I reached out with my hand, grasping the empty air.

Using Mythweaver, I wrote a new law onto the fabric of the local space-time.

‘Edict: Stasis.’ The fleet froze.

Engines cut out.

Momentum died.

The massive dreadnoughts hung suspended in the dark, pinned by my will.

“There will be no more fighting,” I stated, my voice cold.

“You have two choices.

You can follow her into non-existence, right now, or you can accept my terms.” I didn’t wait for an answer.

I forced the terms into their minds.

“You will retreat to the edge of the galaxy.

You will release every prisoner, every slave, every stolen resource from the Seven systems.

You will never cross the heliosphere of this star system again.” I looked at the flagship, sensing the trembling Archdukes on the bridge.

“And you will swear it.

Not on your honor, because you have none.

You will swear it on your existence.” I projected the Grey.

It wasn’t an attack; it was a contract.

A binding of Sovereign-level magic that wove itself into the core of every demon present.

If they broke this peace, if they raised a weapon against humanity or the Seven ever again, the Grey would unmake them.

“Sign,” I ordered.

It wasn’t a negotiation.

It was an ultimatum from a god to his subjects.

One by one, the wills broke.

The Archdukes, terrified by the power that had erased Tenebria, submitted.

The Dukes followed.

The legion surrendered.

I felt the pact settle, a heavy, unbreakable chain locking around the Abyss.

“Go,” I said.

I released the stasis.

The fleet didn’t hesitate.

They turned, engines flaring with desperate haste, and warped away.

They didn’t look back.

They ran as if the devil himself was chasing them.

In a way, he was.

I watched them go until the sensors showed clear space.

It was done.

Humanity was safe.

The Great Seven were safe.

The tension that had held my body together for years-the constant, grinding pressure to get stronger, to survive, to win-finally snapped.

I didn’t fly down.

I fell.

I let gravity take me, dropping through the clouds, plummeting toward the coastline where the main Alliance base was established.

I slowed just before impact, landing softly on the white sand of the beach.

The silence here was different.

It wasn’t the silence of space.

It was the silence of a battlefield that had suddenly realized the guns had stopped.

Then, I saw them.

They were running toward me.

Six figures, battered, their armor cracked, their clothes stained with soot and blood, but moving with a speed that spoke of desperate relief.

Rachel was the first.

She didn’t use magic; she just sprinted, her usual composure shattered.

She hit me with the force of a cannonball, her arms wrapping around my neck, burying her face in my chest.

“You idiot,” she sobbed, her analytical mind failing to find any other words.

“You absolute idiot.” “I’m back,” I wheezed, hugging her tight.

Then Seraphina was there, her icy reserve melted away, grabbing my arm as if to anchor me to the ground.

Cecilia, the Crown Princess who never showed weakness, was gripping my shoulder, her head bowed against my back, shaking.

Reika dropped to her knees in the sand, clutching my hand to her forehead, whispering thanks to a master she had never met.

Rose, glowing with the last dregs of her healing light, immediately started scanning me, her hands fluttering over my chest, checking for wounds that weren’t there.

And Luna.

Luna stood just a step back, her golden eyes shimmering with tears.

She looked at me, seeing the threads of fate that had been snapped and rewoven.

“The ending changed,” she whispered, a smile breaking through her tears.

“You changed the page.” “We all did,” I said, reaching out to pull her into the circle.

I looked at them.

My fiancées.

My partners.

The women who had held the line while I fought the monster.

They were alive.

They were safe.

“We won,” I said, the realization finally hitting me.

“It’s actually over.” Rose let out a wet laugh, wiping her eyes with a dirty glove.

“You’re late for dinner.” “I had to clean up a mess,” I smiled, leaning my weight against them, letting them hold me up.

The sun was setting, painting the ocean in hues of gold and violet.

It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.

For the first time in two lifetimes, the future wasn’t a threat.

It was just…

tomorrow.