My Soul card is a Reaper-Chapter 1010: Dreams of the Past: Eon sacrifices herself

Soon enough, their consciousness returned to their bodies, and they rose to their feet.

Both of them looked at each other with a smile. "We did it." They said in unison.

Both of them watched the scene of The Reaper’s dominance over their clones from their shared mindscape, and in their view, the Reaper was their Arcana spirit, and they summoned him with their willpower instead of the Reaper coming down to save them like in the erased timeline. Hence, they felt his win was theirs too.

Their eyes fell upon the massive, glowing door lying at the end of the staircase, its outline ethereal and imposing.

"Come out, Tezca."

Both of them shouted, summoning their respective Arcana Spirits.

Rael’s grip tightened around his scythe. "This is it, Eon."

Eon nodded firmly. "Let’s finish this."

The door opened with a deep, resonating hum, and the two of them stepped through, finding themselves standing in a grand throne hall, far larger than anything they had encountered.

The room was decorated with statues of ancient figures, and a massive, obsidian throne sat at the far end of the hall. There, seated on the throne, was a humanoid figure that seemed to be the final boss, based on the events occurred so far.

The figure on the throne was tall and imposing, his face obscured by a veil of shadow, his robes flowing like liquid night. He looked less like a mortal being and more like a deity, a being that had transcended time and space.

"Welcome, Fated Ones." The voice that echoed through the hall wasn’t just heard; it reverberated within their very souls, shaking them to their core. It was calm but laden with power.

"Are you the one who has been testing us?" Rael demanded, his voice rough from the battles they’d faced.

The figure on the throne gave a slight nod, his gaze piercing through them like a sharp blade. "Indeed. You have passed my trials and are the first to reach me. I must say I’m intrigued by your identities. Never expected Death himself to have chosen both of you. However, your trial isn’t over yet. You will face your final trial. And this time, no one would come to your rescue."

Before either of them could react, the figure’s presence shifted. He was no longer seated on the throne. In an instant, he was standing before them, his movements a blur, his power so immense that it defied comprehension.

Rael and Eon couldn’t even react in time. The Dungeon Lord’s hand shot forward, and the very gravity in the air seemed to twist. Rael and Eon both found themselves pulled toward the ground, their bodies slammed against the cold stone floor.

"Kneel." The Dungeon Lord’s voice was a command that resonated through the chamber. It was not a request—it was an absolute order.

Rael and Eon fought against the force, their muscles straining, their bodies screaming with resistance. But it was useless. Their bodies refused to obey. No matter how hard they tried to push themselves up, they couldn’t. It was as if an invisible weight, heavier than anything they had ever felt, was pressing down on them. Their very souls felt crushed under the pressure.

Eon gasped, trying to speak, but her breath was stolen from her. "W-What... what is this power?"

Rael gritted his teeth, his hands digging into the floor as he tried to move. "This isn’t... this isn’t possible..." He could sense that his soul orb was sealed. The weapons disappeared, and his connection with the Reaper was severed. The storage ring no longer allowed his consciousness to enter it.

A while ago, they were all brimming with confidence. Even while facing this dungeon lord, they still had the confidence that in the worst-case scenario, they would once again summon the Reaper to take care of everything. Or they could still use their treasures.

But, now their situation once again turned upside down and both the siblings found themselves at the brink of defeat.

The Dungeon Lord stood above them, his eyes glowing with an eerie, otherworldly light. "You are in the presence of the master of this domain. Here, whatever I say would become the law. If I say you can’t summon your Arcana spirits, even if it is the Deity who is protecting you, he won’t be able to come into this space without my permission. My trial was meant to test one’s successor’s strength and potential. However, your unique connection bypassed my law and made it easier for little kids like you to reach the final test. Little did I expect you would have a Diety watching over your life... But now, you face the ultimate test."

He raised his hand, and the gravity increased, pressing them further into the floor. Rael and Eon could barely breathe, their vision starting to fade as they fought to keep their consciousness intact. "Eon..."

"You have two choices." The Dungeon Lord’s voice echoed around them, cold and indifferent. "One of you will die. The other will live and inherit my powers. Choose wisely. You have two minutes. Fail to answer, and both of you will perish."

Rael’s heart raced. What was this? They had fought through the trials, survived all the horrors the dungeon had thrown at him, and now—this? The Dungeon Lord’s command was final, and they had no power to resist.

Eon turned to look at Rael, her face pale, her eyes wide with desperation. "Rael... we... we have to do something."

Rael struggled to speak, but his voice was weak. "We can’t move. I can’t reach out to Chronos and neither could I take out my armor from the storage ring.

Eon’s hands trembled as she tried to push against the pressure, but it was futile. Her eyes then locked onto Rael’s. Her gaze softened, her lips parting as she whispered, "Rael... I... I will accept it."

Rael’s eyes widened in shock. "Eon—no! You can’t—"

"I can," she said, her voice steady but tinged with sorrow. "I’ve made my choice. You are the one who will continue... You have the potential to become something far greater than me. I—"

Her voice broke as the gravity pressed down even further. The weight of her decision hung in the air.

Rael’s heart pounded, every fiber of his being screaming for him to stop her, but he just couldn’t move. The pressure of gravity crushed him to the ground.

The Dungeon Lord’s voice interrupted, cold as ice. "Time is running out. Choose."

Eon turned to face the Dungeon Lord, her eyes resolute. "I accept death. Kill me."

Rael’s soul felt like it was shattering. "Eon... please—" his eyes welled up.

"Very well. The choice has been made."