The Runic Artist Chapter 47: Chapter 366 - No Loose Ends

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Nate stared at Arikanvil with a quiet intensity as he replayed the True Divine thief’s last words. Was he ready to make a new deal? No. No he wasn’t. His eyes flickered past the purple-skinned being to take in the sun’s quiet majesty as it burned away its own life to give light to the solar system. To Earth. Perhaps Nate was ascribing a little too much agency to an unthinking orb of nuclear fusion, but then, he’d been spending some time around Luci for over a year now. It was hard not to see her in the solar object. His eyes drifted back to Arikanvil, his momentary diversion towards the sun kindling his anger. He could feel it burning in his chest, a mirror for the star in the distance. “No. I didn’t come here to make a deal. I didn’t want to come here at all. You, Arikanvil, are everything that I detest. Everything I hate in this Reality. You’ve untold power at your fingertips, the kind mortals literally cannot even fathom. I know, because some of them worship me for doing things that take a fraction of what I am capable of and think that doing so makes me a god. Well, I’m not and neither are you. You’re a self-centred, egotistical fool. With all your power you could’ve gone anywhere in this Reality, done anything. Hells, you could have even tried to broker a deal with Kali’Terra for your freedom. But you didn’t.” “You did none of that. Instead, in your lack of wisdom and ability to understand that not everyone thinks, acts, or believes as you do, you came to the world of my birth. Not my home, but still, the place I was born. Because you thought that you could hold it ransom over me? Because you thought that your plan would make you untouchable? And then what? This is a world without mana. There are no Class Cores down there on that planet. Would you have ruled over them like a tyrant? I think so. I think you’ll do anything to get what you want, no matter who it hurts or kills. That is why I hate you and everything you stand for, and Arikanvil, that is why I am going to kill you.” Arikanvil’s arms were out as though to defend himself while paint started bleeding off of Nate’s Regalia in a slowly building wave. “If you kill me, they’ll die,” warned Arikanvil, already backing away. Nate sensed as Vicoli slipped into the void, that escape route closing for Arikanvil as the Void Herald offered what little assistance he could. Nate was just thankful that Vicoli hadn’t been luring him into a trap, though his thoughts on the matter were distant as the majority of his mind was focused on his anger and the paintings he was creating. “No, they won’t. You’re connected to the sun? I believe Quantum Entanglement goes both ways.” Nate burned through a small mountain of Divine Artifacts. The extras from his many tributes from The Heartlands as they tried to buy off the Risen Sun Sect over the past year. The Divine Energy that poured forth flowed into two paintings. One showed the sun, exactly as it was, but with the minor caveat of Nate’s Intent that said this sun was his sun. A sun without tethers. Without connections. A sun unentangled. As for the current sun, it had to go. Nate made it so with the second painting. Artist’s Reality activated and the sun ceased to exist. Less than a second later a new one was in its place, as though the sun had blinked. That half a second of missing light wouldn’t hit for minutes yet and Nate floated after Arikanvil. Nate knew that the self-proclaimed God of Space would sever the connection before his entanglement made him cease to exist as well. All that was left was Nate’s own Divine Energy and his Regalia against the True Divine, partial Nascent Vessel of Arikanvil. Nate liked his chances. “That…shouldn’t have been possible,” muttered Arikanvil. “I’ve heard that before,” replied Nate. “It hasn’t stopped me yet.” Arikanvil turned and tried to flee, ripping at space to get away since the void was denied to him. On Nate’s Regalia, his Spatial Lock rune pulsed, and, within its runes, hung the final artifac