Divine Luck: SSS-Rank Battle Maid Harem-Chapter 545: Unexpected Death

Zach finally looked away from the head of Usurpation. Regardless of what it was waiting for, Zach still had things to do. He slowly turned his gaze and Eyes of Truth toward the unknown head.

His eyes stung as soon as he looked at it. It was like with the principal. It was too powerful.

But it was strange.

The rest of the Hydra didn't give him that impression. It was just the unknown head and its power.

Zach narrowed his eyes and looked closer at the head. The eyes of the other heads were mostly clear. Some were a little glazed over or injured from Yanael's attacks. None were as clear as the head of Usurpation.

But the unknown head's eyes were rife with pure madness. There were no thoughts in that head. There wasn't even any instinct left. The head was just madly lunging at whatever caught its interest. Right now, that was Yanael.

Somehow, it was still using its power to circumvent Yanael's perception and attack her. It was the only head that had landed a decent blow on her.

Zach wasn't sure if Yanael's shield arm was broken or if it was just bleeding a little too much, but he knew that injury had come from the unknown head.

He hid behind a neck as the heads of Regeneration and Immortality lunged at him again, knocking into each other and the neck of the head of Death.

The head of Death turned around and glared at the two clumsy heads, which froze for a second. The head of Death was in a better state than them. It was also a head with a power that directly countered them.

However, the head of Death was locked in a tense fight with Soara. A moment's distraction was dangerous. An attack that no one else could see hit the head of Death, and it flinched in discomfort and pain.

Soara had ripped into the cloud of deathly mist that was its power and torn a hole. A few capillaries in one of its eyes burst. It was barely an injury. All it did was spur a harsh reaction as the head of Death fired back.

Soara was a deity of death. Of course, she was accustomed to the feeling of approaching death. She just hadn't felt it herself in a long time—until now.

If she didn't block the head of Death's attack, which was like a cannonball of certain death, she would no longer be a deity of death. She would become a dead deity.

The power of death was unfortunately one of the few powers that her Aspects wouldn't work very well against, regardless of the difference in strength. Her Aspect of Untouchable Death wouldn't do anything.

She grabbed the necklace with the black gem. It seemed she would have to use her trump card a little earlier than she had thought.

However, she hesitated. She had a sudden thought. Time seemed to slow down as her mind raced.

From what she could tell, the necklace was a concentration of death so dense and pure that it was like nothing she had seen. It was to the point where she suspected it was made with the death of the world that Ra had brought to ruin.

If she broke the gem, she would unleash that death.

She was somewhat confident she could at least point it in a direction if she couldn't control it. But what was to stop the Hydra from trying to wrest it away from her? What was to stop the Hydra from just interfering with what she was trying to do and let all of the death contained in her necklace blossom and replace the First's sea of flames with a sea of death?

Nothing, really.

That was what brought her to her realization.

The reason the Hydra would be able to do that, and the reason why she would be able to control the death contained in the necklace, was the same.

It was because death was universal.

The same death that killed a rabbit caught in an eagle's talons killed the eagle struck by a hunter's arrow. The same death would then reap the hunter's life when he slipped on a wet stone and struck his head.

The same death that stole Nora also then took the Seventh, Fifth, and First Children.

There were no sides to death.

It was an absolute, impartial force of nature. No, it wasn't even quite a 'force' of nature. It was a law of nature.

All things would or could die. That sentence was what made up the core of Soara's Aspect of Inescapable Death. Sooner or later, death would come. Circumstances didn't matter. The weight of one's heart didn't matter.

Strength…Inevitably mattered. If one was strong, they could run longer before getting caught.

But all the same, death would sooner or later come. It would be the same death that came for the stillborn infant, too weak to even breathe, regardless of how strong one was.

Death didn't change.

The only thing that changed was how people died. It didn't change the fact that they were dead.

The only thing that changed was the appearance of death, and that only in the eyes of those who saw it. Death did nothing to change itself.

Death was one. All death is one.

Soara's eyes opened wide as she looked at the attack coming her way. Her eyes were solid black, much like the gem in her hand.

Her understanding of death had deepened. It was greater than the Hydra's understanding of death.

Time around her returned to its natural flow as her thoughts stabilized. The only thing that didn't keep moving was the head of Death's attack. It slowed to a complete halt as Soara looked at it.

She shifted her gaze to the stunned head of Death. She imagined that if a snake knew how to frown, the head of Death would have been doing just that. It couldn't understand what was going on.

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'Sometimes, death comes for you in the most unexpected ways,' Soara mused.