Immortal Mythos: Bound by Void-Chapter 66 - 82: The Limitless Void

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The Eidolon moved, and space bent.

One moment it stood a hundred feet away, the next—inches from Yuki.

But Yuki didn't flinch.

He raised his hand slowly... and the entire dimension froze. Time stuttered. The glass realm flickered like a paused film strip.

"You're fast," Yuki whispered, aura coiling like a serpent of stars behind him.

"But this isn't speed anymore. This is control."

The Eidolon's voice was ice cracking under pressure.

"You touch reality like a child scribbles on parchment. I am the page."

Then they moved.

Two gods in a ballet of ruin—

Every strike from Yuki bent the world at the seams. Punches distorted light. Kicks tore open rifts.

The Eidolon countered with concepts. Ideas turned into blades. Regret. Memory. Silence.

Yuki was cut—not on skin, but soul. His limbs trembled, not from pain, but overload.

Still, he smiled.

"Good," he said. "Because now I don't have to hold back either."

He clapped his hands—VOID IMPLOSION.

Suddenly, there was no space, no gravity, no sound.

Only him. And the Eidolon.

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They clashed again—fists colliding like planets. Waves of raw myth burst out in rings, glass platforms crumbling.

Aiko, Ren, Haru—all watching from the distance, barely breathing.

"He's matching it," Haru muttered.

Ren shook his head. "No... he's surpassing it."

Yuki reappeared behind the Eidolon, whispering one word:

"End."

And reality obeyed.

For a moment... the Eidolon was erased.

But only for a moment.

From the void, it reformed—distorted, furious.

"You are not Gojo," it hissed. "You are worse. A variable."

Yuki stood tall, bleeding aura and power.

"I'm not Gojo. I'm Yuki. And I'm rewriting the myth myself."

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Fragment: A God Watches

Nogitsune stood at the edge of the broken platform, arms crossed, eyes unblinking.

The battle ahead was a dance of titans—if titans bled starlight and shattered the laws of existence just by existing. The air rippled with mythic pressure, but Nogitsune barely blinked.

"He's still not serious."

The thought echoed in his mind, cold and sharp. To anyone else, Yuki looked like a raging storm of void and reality—clashing with the Eidolon like a born deity. But to Nogitsune...

It was child's play.

He saw it—every flaw in Yuki's movement, the hesitation behind each burst of power, the confusion in his eyes when his own technique bent the dimension too much.

Yuki was improvising. Surviving. Not yet fighting with purpose.

And that realization carved a deep line of tension across Nogitsune's expression.

"This isn't the true battle. The real enemy is still watching. Still waiting."

His fingers twitched slightly.

He wasn't afraid for Yuki.

He was afraid of what Yuki might awaken next.

And if that awakening happened too soon—if he pierced through reality too deep—

Even the Eidolon would seem like an echo.

"He's dancing with the void like it's a friend," Nogitsune thought.

"But what if the void answers back with hunger?"

A faint smirk curled on his lips, but it didn't reach his eyes.

"I've been preparing him for battle," he thought, "but what if I've been feeding a god who doesn't know he's hungry?"

The sky rumbled as Yuki sent the Eidolon crashing into a tower of light and memory.

And for a moment—just a moment—Nogitsune wondered...

"If he defeats the Eidolon here, what waits for us on the other side of that sealed door?"

He already knew the answer.

Something worse. Something older. Something that remembered the world before myth.

And Yuki... might just be its key.

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