Supreme Harem God System

Chapter 2180: I told you, did I not? Your vision is too limited.

"Do not call them beings of Light anymore.

That title does not belong to them."

"What...?"

Elyra blinked in confusion, and Faen—he raised his hand, and his golden halo flared brighter.

"They are not the Light Borns,

They are the Fallen."

He announced, staring at the enemies with a disdainful, almost disgusted look on his face.

"What do you—"

Elyra wanted to know more. The answer did not satisfy her. They were clearly the Light Borns—what did he mean they were not!?

What were the Fallen!?

She wanted to ask.

But before she could—

Both sides, the Light Born reinforcements and the ’Fallen,’ ignored her questions and—

BOOOOOOOOOOM

The battlefield erupted.

The twenty Light Borns spread out instantly, forming a glowing formation in the air. Beams of radiant energy erupted from their palms, crossing the sky like divine spears.

The ’Fallen’ responded just as fast, twisting their own light to block the attacks.

BOOOM BOOOM BOOOM

Each collision shook the entirety of Irethol. The battle had just begun, but Elyra could already hear Irethol’s screams.

This battle...

It wasn’t on a scale Irethol could hold.

Just... just the aftereffects of their clashes were destroying Irethol every second. The sea boiled from the pressure, the coral mountains beneath shattered into dust—it was... it was like an apocalypse had descended onto the once-peaceful world of Irethol.

"W-Wha..."

Elyra could barely comprehend what she was seeing—the sheer difference in scale was overwhelming. Each clash between two Light Borns released enough force to vaporize entire continents.

The air itself screamed.

Faen, the tall Light Born leading the defenders—the one who spoke to Elyra—darted forward, his wings cutting through the void. He raised his glowing blade, pure light condensed into form, and clashed with one of the Fallen.

And the moment their blades met—

THHHHHHHHHRRRAAAAANG

A ripple of gold and white exploded outward, blinding everyone for a split second.

CRACK

The ground beneath cracked like glass, breaking into thousands of floating shards of light.

"You disappoint me, Farah."

Faen commented, his voice still calm as he clashed with Farah.

"You betrayed the Light and joined Darkness. I did not expect you, of all people, to fall so low."

Farah, however, didn’t lose his calm; he just shook his head and—

"You are a fool."

He commented.

"You still see the world as Light and Darkness.

But what I have seen...

It is what lies beyond it all.

The Real Truth, the real meaning of our existence."

Faen laughed at those words—

"Is this what they taught you? Blabbering such nonsense with absolute certainty?"

He asked.

But again, Farah did not lose his calm—

"What a mind does not understand, it labels impossible.

I do not blame you.

I would be no different if I were you—

But in the next life, I do hope that you too get to see the truth."

He answered calmly, but his words got a reaction out of Faen—

"I have no interest in hearing of the next life from a man who is about to meet it."

BOOOOM

He shouted as his Aura surged. He slashed forward, sending a crescent of energy that tore through the horizon. Farah blocked it with his bare hand—but the moment their lights met, Farah screamed as his hand disintegrated into dust.

And when Faen saw it, he paused.

"I was right."

He spoke, looking into Farah’s eyes.

"You have gotten weaker."

"..."

Farah stayed silent, not refuting those words.

After all, it was the truth.

He was no longer part of the Main Universe, so naturally, his very existence would face some sort of resistance from it.

Of course, this resistance was nothing compared to what Nux faced, but even then, in a battle at their level, even a slight inconvenience was enough to create a large enough gap. Facing constant resistance like this would naturally make him weaker.

And at his silence, Faen just laughed dismissively—

"Some great ’truth’ you found out—to think it weakened you instead.

That is quite...

Disappointing."

He muttered.

Then, Faen charged forward, this time, without holding back.

BOOOM BOOOM BOOOM

The battle waged on. Within minutes, Farah’s disadvantage was clear. The other Fallen, be it the Light Borns or other Eternals, weren’t holding out either.

And finally—

"This is the end."

Faen commented as he slashed the cornered Farah.

A wave of ridiculous amounts of Light Energy moved, cutting Farah, together with his core, in half—together with the very sky itself.

Just like that—

It happened.

The first Fallen had perished.

And the most surprising part?

The first to perish was the one who led the others.

Elyra, who saw that, widened her eyes in disbelief.

"I-It’s... done...?"

She muttered.

"...that easily?"

It felt... too good to be true.

How could beings who killed her comrades like flies perish with such ease...?

And... how were the enemies... so calm...?

Their leader had just perished. They, who already lacked numbers, lost one of their strongest—how were they not panicking?

Why... why did something feel... wrong...?

The moment she thought about it—

It happened.

Faen, who confirmed that his attack connected, saw Farah’s core split in two pieces before dissolving in the air, signaling his death. He sighed in disappointment.

"To think the man who could once face me for decades has now fallen in a matter of min—"

Pierce

But before he could finish, his entire body jerked. He felt a piercing pain in his chest, and when he looked down to see what it was—his golden eyes widened in horror.

A spear had pierced through his core from behind.

A spear that belonged to... Farah.

"Kkhaawrrkkk!"

He coughed out golden blood as he slowly turned around. His senses had already sensed it, but he still wanted to see and confirm it with his own eyes—and when he did...

"...how?"

He asked in a low, hoarse voice as he sensed his endless Life Force fading away.

"I told you, did I not?

Your vision is too limited."

"H-How are you alive...?

Why didn’t you die...?

I-I killed you."

Faen asked, completely ignoring Farah’s words.

He didn’t care; he knew he was about to die. Light, Darkness—none of it mattered anymore. He... he just wanted to know...

He wanted to know the ’truth’ Farah mentioned, and Farah...

When he stared at his comrade, decided to show one last shred of mercy—

"You cannot kill what no longer exists."

He answered.