Chapter 19 — A Silent Oath
The Tokyo sky grew gloomier. Occasional purple lightning flashed, not from an ordinary storm, but from energy distortion due to the battle. The world was slowly collapsing on its own foundations.
Beneath the ruins of the subway station, Ziza stood facing the Execution Commander, who was half-buried in roots and debris.
The Commander's breath hitched, blood dripping from their cracked helmet. But even in defeat, they stared at Ziza with eyes full of determination.
"Why... do... you... fight...?" they hissed.
Ziza approached, looking directly into the Commander's eyes. "Because this world is rotten," her voice was flat, without mercy. "And I will destroy those rotten roots... then plant something new."
The Commander laughed softly, a rattling sound in their throat. "You think... you're different? You're just... another monster..."
Ziza was silent for a moment, then raised her hand.
"I know."
Without hesitation, she closed her eyes, and with a swift motion, sharp roots pierced the Commander's body, ending their life instantly. Blood soaked the ground, mixing with the slowly evaporating magic energy.
Silence enveloped the space.
Riven slowly approached from behind, his face covered in cuts and dust. He looked at the Commander's body, then shifted his gaze to Ziza.
"Are you sure about this path?" Riven asked, his voice heavy.
Ziza looked at her hand, which trembled slightly. A strange feeling clung to her chest — not regret, but something deeper: a burden.
" I don't need a safe path," Ziza said softly. "I need a path that can change everything."
She clenched her fist, as if holding the world's fate in her grasp.
[System Notification!]
High-Level Enemy Defeated: Execution Commander
Experience gained: +5,000,000 EXP
Level Up!
Current Level: 89 [Tier 1: Awakening]
[Unique Reward Choices!]
Access New Skill: "Harvest of the Fallen"
Class Evolution: From Necromancer to Grave Sovereign
Ziza's eyes widened.
This was no ordinary level up. This was... an evolution of existence.
"Grave Sovereign..." she murmured.
She knew what it meant: the power not just to raise the dead, but to manipulate the entire ecosystem of death itself. To become the King of the Underworld. To become something... that even the gods would fear.
Ziza made her decision without hesitation.
[Choice Selected: Class Evolution!]
[Necromancer → Grave Sovereign]
Her body trembled violently. Pure darkness energy flooded every muscle fiber, every drop of blood, every part of her soul. In her eyes, the world changed color — becoming sharper, rawer, more alive in death.
Riven stepped back, looking at Ziza with a mix of awe and fear.
Behind Ziza, a large shadow began to form — a figure like a root-robed creature, horned, with empty eyes, and an aura of death radiating from it. It was Ziza's new manifestation: a Grave Sovereign.
Ziza opened her eyes, which now shone with a deep purple glow.
"I have made a silent oath," she said softly, almost whispering.
"An oath to destroy this old world... and build a new one from its bones."