Night's body was breaking.
Not from lack of will.
But from truth.
And truth was heavier than any blade.
The Titan didn't slow.
It didn't tire.
It advanced, every step was a promise:
You are nothing.
Another swing. He dodged—barely.
The aftershock alone carved a trench beside him.
His lungs begged. His legs faltered.
His vision blurred, not from blood, but from fear.
Then—
The questions came.
> "Why do you fight?"
> "why do you try to live"
> "Who do you protect?"
> "What are you without power?"
Each word echoed from nowhere and everywhere—
etched into the air like runes of judgment.
He tried to answer.
But his mouth refused.
His soul trembled.
And then—a pulse.
A whisper beneath his skin.
Familiar. Foreign.
> "LINK RESONATING WITH TRAIT: SHADOW DEVOUR…"
A mark flared on the back of his hand , slowly getting brighter than before.
Eight shifting symbols slowed, spinning into alignment around the hollow center.
> "SYNCHRONIZATION INITIATED."
> "UPGRADE: TRAIT - SHADOW DEVOUR → SHADOW ECLIPSE."
> [Darkness Absorption: ACTIVE]
[Formless Mist: Modified to Dense Shape Manifestation]
The cold returned—but this time it belonged to him.
And in that still moment, something else stirred inside his body.
Movement. Memory.
Not his.
A stance. A shift in weight. A pivot of the foot.
He recognized it.
Father.
Not a thought—a reflex.
His body moved, guided by blood and instinct.
The Titan attacked.
This time, Night didn't retreat.
He stepped into the blade's path—low, precise, unshaken.
A hand swept up.
Darkness rippled from his palm, not like mist, but like liquid metal—
shaped, dense, alive.
He caught the blade.
And the darkness devoured it.
Like oil into flame.
Like breath into lungs.
The Titan's attack was swallowed whole by the evolved trait.
Shadow Eclipse.
He spun, Chronicle in dagger form.
The motion wasn't his—but it was perfect.
His father's style flowed like water through a cracked dam.
Controlled. Brutal. Balanced.
A feint—low slash—uppercut spin.
Then—a strike with his palm.
Not to kill.
To imprint.
Darkness burst from his hand in a ring of dense fog, spiraling with shadow threads, coiling up the Titan's frame.
It struggled—
But the fog clung.
It didn't just restrain—it drained.
The Titan's own darkness bled away.
Its sword shattered into ink.
Its body flickered—once, twice—then froze.
Night's eyes burned with silver-black light.
His lips trembled, breathless.
"I'm not running anymore."
He lunged.
Blade and shadow met in tandem—
One final movement, clean and sharp.
Chronicle pierced the Titan's core.
The swirling eclipse fog invaded the cracks.
And then—
Silence.
The body dissolved, not into smoke—
But into him, on the titan's face i could see it felt relieved.
The Trait devoured the last of the Titan's form, and the mist settled like a cloak around Night's shoulders.
He stood there, hunched, swaying.
Alive.
But changed.
His father's stance lingered in his feet.
The fog answered his pulse.
And the Mark?
It pulsed—slower before disappearing
[Link terminated]
[ You have slain Twilight titan , forgotten guardian]
[ You have received a chronicle]
Why did i feel his relief .