Death Guns In Another World

Chapter 1782: Chapter 1578: Clean up 3



The Shadow was a phantom, an enigma. She moved through the city like a specter, leaving no trace, leaving only whispers of her existence. Althea hunted her relentlessly, her

determination fueled by a burning desire to end the cycle of violence.

Their paths finally crossed in a deserted warehouse on the city's edge. The Shadow stood in the center of the room, her figure shrouded in darkness. Her eyes, twin pools of black, held a chilling intensity.

"You've come a long way, Althea," The Shadow's voice was a whisper, carried on the wind. "But your journey ends here."

The battle that ensued was a clash of wills, a duel of shadows. There were no flashy moves, no dramatic flourishes. It was a brutal, methodical exchange, a test of endurance and skill.

Althea fought with a ferocity born of desperation. Every blow was a testament to her survival, every parry a reflection of her resilience. The Shadow, however, was an elusive opponent, her movements as fluid as water.

As the battle raged, the warehouse began to crumble around them. Beams groaned and cracked, casting long, dancing shadows on the walls. The city outside seemed to tremble in anticipation of the final act.

With a final, desperate lunge, Althea disarmed The Shadow. The woman's face, illuminated by a shaft of moonlight, revealed a woman haunted by the same darkness that Althea had fought so hard to conquer.

In that moment, Althea realized that The Shadow was not a villain, but a victim of circumstance. She was a pawn in a game she didn't understand, a puppet dancing on strings she couldn't see.

With a heavy heart, Althea lowered her sword. The Shadow stood motionless, her eyes filled with a mixture of relief and despair.

In that moment, a choice presented itself to Althea. She could end The Shadow's life, ending the rebellion once and for all. Or she could offer her a chance at redemption, a chance to break free from the chains of darkness.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

The decision was not easy. It was a choice between justice and mercy, between ending the cycle of violence or perpetuating it.

Althea's decision was swift and decisive. Mercy was a luxury she couldn't afford. The Shadow was too dangerous to be left alive. But killing her would not end the rebellion; it would merely create a new leader.

With a cold, calculated precision, Althea forced The Shadow to make a soul contract. A dark ritual, ancient and forbidden, bound the two women together in an eternal pact. From that moment, The Shadow was no longer a free agent. She was Althea's puppet, her life and death controlled by the woman who had once been her enemy.

With the Shadow under her control, Althea had gained a formidable weapon. The rebel leader, the mastermind behind the countless atrocities, was now her servant. The possibilities were endless. She could use The Shadow to infiltrate enemy ranks, to sow discord among the rebels, or to simply eliminate key targets with surgical precision.

But with great power comes great responsibility. Althea knew that controlling another's life was a dangerous game. The Shadow was a powerful force, and if she were to break free, the consequences could be catastrophic.

Althea would have to tread carefully, to balance the power she had gained with the responsibility that came with it. The road ahead was fraught with peril, but Althea was ready. She had faced darkness and emerged victorious. Now, she would use that darkness to illuminate the path to peace.

With The Shadow at her command, Althea became a force of nature, sweeping through the rebel-infested regions like a storm. The Shadow, once a harbinger of chaos, now became an instrument of order, her power channeled through Althea's will.

Rebel leaders, hidden in the darkest corners of the underworld, found themselves eliminated with chilling efficiency. Their strongholds, once bastions of defiance, crumbled under the combined might of Althea and The Shadow. The once-fearsome rebellion was reduced to scattered remnants, their spirit broken.

Yet, as the rebellion waned, so too did the delicate balance between Althea and The Shadow. The Shadow, once a mere puppet, began to show signs of defiance. Her eyes, once filled with subservience, now held a flicker of rebellion. She was learning to manipulate, to twist Althea's words to her advantage.

Althea sensed the growing unrest within The Shadow. It was a ticking time bomb, a threat to their uneasy alliance. She knew she had to act, and fast. The Shadow was a powerful ally, but she was also a dangerous enemy.

Althea watched as the Shadow writhed in agony, her form contorting in a grotesque display of despair. The soul contract, once a tool of control, now became an instrument of destruction. With a single, chilling command, Althea severed the bond, releasing a wave of dark energy that consumed The Shadow.

In an instant, the powerful ally turned into nothingness, vanishing without a trace. Althea stood alone, the victor in a battle fought on both physical and spiritual planes. The rebellion was crushed, its remnants scattered like ashes in the wind.

But with the defeat of The Shadow, a void opened within Althea. The power she had wielded, the darkness she had conquered, now left an emptiness in her soul. The woman who had once been a shadow hunter was now a shadow herself, a solitary figure in a world that had been reshaped by her actions.

As she looked out at the city, now basking in the fragile light of peace, she realized that the true battle had just begun. The battle for their survival.

The journey back to the capital was a somber affair. Althea, once a shadow moving through the night, now carried the weight of the world on her shoulders. The victory over the rebellion was a hollow triumph, a Pyrrhic victory that had come at a terrible cost.

Lilith, her younger sister, was a beacon of hope in the darkness that consumed Althea. She was a reminder of the world that could be, a world free from the shadows that had defined Althea's life.

Upon arriving at the palace, Althea sought out her sister. Lilith, as always, was a whirlwind of energy, her laughter filling the corridors. But when she saw Althea, her smile faded, replaced

by a look of concern.

Althea recounted the events of the past months, her voice a mere whisper in the grand hall. Lilith listened, her eyes remaining cold as always but doesn't who could read her could discern her concerns through her eyes and to Althea it was all that mattered.

Afterward the sisters chatted, formulating plan to use the rebels in the incoming clash, it was certain that it was the Chaos Organization who instigated this after, to keep them busy while causing trouble across the world, all of this in order to weakened them before the final confrontation.

"I hope you won't be too late, now that the curse is lifted, the race to reach the final rank is on full force, we are in vulnerable state so better hurry back." Lilith mumbled while looking into the direction of the Infinity Maze where Alex happened to be.