### **Chapter 80: The Void of Reflection**
In the void of darkness, Shiki stood still, his silhouette a stark contrast against the endless black. His smile widened, a chilling expression that seemed to cut through the emptiness. With a single step, he closed the distance between himself and Draven, appearing directly in front of him, their faces mere inches apart. Draven's eyes widened in shock, his body freezing in place. He tried to move, to create distance, but his muscles refused to obey. He was paralyzed, locked in place by Shiki's overwhelming presence. His mind raced, his thoughts frantic, but his body was no longer his to control.
Shiki's hand tightened around the hilt of the Gehinnom Blade, the weapon materializing with a faint *shing* it didn't matter if it was destroyed as Shiki was able to regenerate it when he pleases,He raised it slowly, the blade glinting with an otherworldly light. "You're going to die again," Shiki said, his voice calm but laced with menace. "But this time, it will be because of your own foolishness." He paused, tilting his head slightly as if studying Draven. "You think you've forgotten what fear feels like. Let me remind you, Draven Fear is what makes us humans, just like Pain makes us feel"
The world around Draven began to spin, the void twisting and warping until it dissolved into nothingness. Draven's consciousness slipped away, his body remaining rigid and unmoving in the void. His eyes stayed open, unseeing, as Shiki's power pulled him into a dream—a vision designed to break him.
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Draven's Nightmare…..
Draven found himself in a small, dimly lit room. The air was warm, the faint scent of food wafting through the space. A sliver of light peeked through a crack in the door, and Draven, drawn by an inexplicable pull, walked toward it but first he asked where I am?, He pushed the door open, and the scene that greeted him was one of warmth and familiarity. His mother, a beautiful woman with flowing red hair, stood by the stove, humming softly. His father, a tall man with striking white hair and piercing white eyes, sat at the table, a newspaper in hand.
"Draven, are you awake?" his father called, his voice gentle but firm. Draven nodded, his young voice soft. "Yes, Father."
The table was laden with food—plates of roasted meats, fresh bread, and golden fried fish. The aroma was intoxicating, and Draven's stomach growled. His mother turned, her smile radiant as she beckoned him over. "Come, My love Draven sit with us,Breakfast is ready."
Draven sat down, his heart swelling with a happiness he hadn't felt in years. His mother served him a plate, piling it high with meat, bread, and fish. Draven ate hungrily, savoring every bite. It was a moment of pure joy, a memory he had long buried. His father said " slow down son,the food isn't going anywhere" After breakfast, he dressed in his school uniform, the fabric crisp and clean. His mother kissed his forehead, and his father ruffled his hair. "Make us proud," his father said.
Draven stepped outside, the sun warm on his face. He boarded a train, the world blurring past the windows. In his hands, he held a white warrior toy, its plastic armor gleaming. He played with it, hurling it back and forth as if it were flying through the air. The train arrived at his school, and Draven joined the other children, filing into classrooms and taking lectures. But as the teacher droned on, Draven's focus wavered. His eyelids grew heavy, and he drifted off to sleep.
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In his dream, Draven found himself in a grand room, the walls lined with maps and scrolls. His family was there—his father, Asahi, and his mother, Lilith—along with other members of the Treasure and dusk family. They sat around a large table, their expressions serious. Draven strained to hear their conversation, but the words were muffled, as if spoken through water. The only phrase he caught was his father's voice, low and resolute: "We're going to strike the Hunter Association and retrieve the body of…" The rest was lost, drowned out by a sudden, deafening silence.
Then, the dream shifted. Shiki's Severing Angel, now a deep, blood-red, appeared in the room. Its blade flashed, and in an instant, the Treasure and dusk family was cut down. Draven screamed, the sound tearing from his throat as he watched his loved ones fall especially his mother and father. The pain was visceral, a searing agony that ripped through his chest. He reached out, but his hands passed through the fading figures of his parents. The dream dissolved into darkness, leaving Draven alone with his grief.
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Back in the void, Draven's paralyzed body trembled. Tears streamed down his face, his eyes wide with anguish. Shiki watched him, his expression unreadable. "So, you still have some humanity left in you," he murmured, his voice almost soft. "That's beautiful."
But the pain had awakened something deep within Draven. A faint aura began to emanate from his body, growing stronger with each passing moment. His fingers twitched, then his hands. Slowly, his feet began to move. Shiki's eyes widened in surprise as he took a step back. "Impossible," he muttered.
From the shadows behind Draven, two figures emerged. One was pure white, its form radiant and serene. The other was pitch black, its presence dark and menacing. Draven's Sitra Achra dual state—Qliphoth and Sephiroth—had manifested. The white warrior carried a bow of light, its arrows glowing with pure energy. The black warrior wielded a bow of shadow, its arrows crackling with dark power.
Draven's voice broke the silence, raw with pain and fury. "You took everything from me," he cried, his voice echoing through the void. "I was loved, and you destroyed it!"
Shiki's expression hardened. "I didn't expect you to break free," he admitted. "I was trying to show you the truth about your family. They weren't what you thought they were. But you're too blinded by revenge to see it." Then Shiki realizing the danger that loomed he raised his hand, and the void around them shimmered, he muttered saying , "Mirror Release: Hundred Years of Reflection."
A hundred mirrors materialized around them, their surfaces glinting with an eerie light. But before Draven could react, the mirrors vanished, leaving only his two Sitra Achra warriors. They pulled back their bowstrings, the white and black arrows burning with intensity. The air crackled with energy as Draven's voice rang out, filled with resolve. "This ends now you fucking Bastardddddddddd."