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Chapter 653 Only Death is Eternal

"I have waited too long for this moment."

The Silver Enchantress carefully examined the exquisite brooch in her hand under the light.

"Finally. The curse I bear, the endless torment that has haunted me for centuries, has forced me to wander the earth from one host to another, an unending torment."

But now it's finally all over.

This brooch, this power, will rewrite everything. No more curses, no more torment.

She paused here, frowned slightly, and took two steps to the side, somewhat displeased. There stood David, a member of the Black Hand's "family," staring blankly at her, his bulging eyes seemingly wide open.

"Could you ask your pets to stay away from me?" Silver Fairy looked at Black Hand with displeasure. "Yes, I don't mind some of my allies' weird little quirks, but to be honest, your stuff makes me uncomfortable."

"They're not pets. They're family," Blackhand said.

"Fine, fine, say whatever you want."

The Silver Enchantress hummed softly and muttered.

"This place is bad enough. If it weren't for your master, I would never have..."

She shut up and didn't say anything more.

The forces involved in obtaining this brooch were so numerous that even the Silver Rose began to feel uneasy. She stole the brooch from the museum just as the Justice League arrived. Although the League didn't notice her under her magical concealment, the brooch's magic still somehow affected them—not at her behest.

This is not what Silver Spells wanted to see. The anomalies surrounding the Justice League members would surely lead them to investigate, as would their powerful allies, including some prominent figures in the magical realm.

Even with the power of the brooch, Silver Sorceress knew she was no match for those forces. In a way, this also reflects the power of connections, which is why many villains, despite their exceptional individual abilities, dare not easily provoke the Justice League.

It was at this moment that the mastermind appeared in front of her.

To be honest, she didn't like Blackhand. He was a gloomy, psychopathic man with a bizarre fetish for corpses and an incomprehensible thought process. But his formidable strength was undeniable, which was why she agreed to a temporary alliance.

Right now, Black Hand is huddled in a dirty corner of the room, muttering to himself.

"What are you muttering about again?" the Silver Enchantress asked.

The black hand ignored him and continued talking to himself.

Because he heard it again, the sound.

It came from beyond the void, from some kind of chaos incomprehensible to humankind, whispering in his ear in a voice only he could hear.

"Take it away."

"Brooches, power, that's all we need."

A cold glint flashed in Black Hand's eyes.

"I understand. Yes, I get it."

He turned his head, his icy gaze falling on the enchantress. She immediately sensed something was wrong and opened her mouth. A scream erupted, a transparent sonic wave bursting forth.

A terrifying impact, a domineering shockwave, erupted like a natural roar. What began as an invisible gale, the air was rapidly compressed, forming invisible shockwaves that sliced ​​through the air like sharp blades. The entire old house was shattered by the violent impact; the roof was torn off, the walls collapsed, the windows were crushed to pieces under the immense pressure, and fragments of old furniture and objects flew everywhere.

But as the storm subsided, Black Hand and his zombie family still stood amidst the shattered buildings. He stepped forward, braving the sonic waves and blasts, and with a swift movement of his right hand, grabbed the Enchantress by the neck.

The scream abruptly stopped. The enchantress, held in one hand, struggled desperately, managing to stammer, "Why?"

"Because it is a gift, the gift of death," the Black Hand said softly. "You have been far from it for too long, because of your curse, your torment. The eternal wandering has prevented you from obtaining this only gift of this filthy world, which is eternal, indiscriminate death."

But don't worry.

He moved closer, and the enchantress could almost smell the stench emanating from that distorted face—a putrid, terrifying, and deathly odor.

"Embrace death, and become believers in death with me. Then we will all be one family."

His mummified father suddenly approached from behind, extended a withered finger, and made a series of indistinct "ee-ee-ya-ya" sounds.

"What? Oh no?"

Black Hand frowned and temporarily released the Silver Enchantress, tossing her aside. A thick, dark mist surged out, binding her hands and feet, temporarily suspending her to the side.

"What? What kind of trick is this now?"

"Nothing much, but it looks like you'll have to join us later," Black Hand muttered. "We have a new guest at home."

The night sky was pierced, as if from among the stars. A sphere of light descended from the heavens, bringing with it a burst of energy and a whirlwind, and landed in front of the ruins of the house.

Two human figures materialized.

"Is there really such a thing as a dense, nauseating darkness in this world?" Zero said.

"You underestimate this world, senior."

Shen You took a step forward and said.

"If I had to put it into words, the darkness of this world is no less than the unique characteristics of our own region. This is just one aspect of death's manifestation; there are far worse things out there."

"Is this world really that dangerous?"

Zero didn't say anything more.

But Shen You knew what he was thinking.

Because that's a thought that would naturally arise in many people from the Land of Light upon arriving at this time—

—We are especially needed here.

It is precisely because of darkness that we need light.

"But if I were to say what I've learned during these years here, this is definitely something very important," Shen You said calmly. "It's that no matter how dark the darkness, there will always be someone seeking the light."

There is no darkness that light cannot reach, just as there is no night that never ends.

"Wow, it seems you've really improved a lot lately."

Zero wiped his nose and smiled like a pleased senior.

"Hikari will be very happy to know."

Seeing that the two of them were completely disregarding him, Black Hand immediately became displeased.

"No, that's not it at all, you self-righteous people. You are just like them, just like all of them who have no light that is needed."

Only death, that dark, abyss-like death, is the only eternity, the only thing this world truly needs.

Bang.

The movement was completely unseen; it was like a golden light flashing in front of him in an instant. Before the Black Hand could even react, he was blasted backward, crashing through countless obstacles and flying to the other side of the dense forest.

Shen You lightly flicked his fist.

"Didn't anyone teach you that kids shouldn't interrupt adults?"

(End of this chapter)