Published at 17th of September 2024 5:17 pm

Chapter 88 The Last Shadow: 11 The Chamber's Edge

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The entrance to the Order’s stronghold loomed before them, a jagged maw of darkness carved into the mountainside. Kojiro, Katsuro, and Yui stood at the threshold, their bodies tense, their breaths shallow. After their encounter with the shadowy figure, the gravity of what they were about to face had settled in fully. This was no ordinary mission. Whatever lay within these mountains could reshape the shinobi world.

Kojiro glanced at the others. Katsuro's face was set in grim determination, his hand gripping the hilt of his sword. Yui, though her usual calm was still present, had a flicker of unease in her eyes. The encounter with the sentry had shaken them all in ways they hadn’t anticipated.

“Once we’re inside, there’s no turning back,” Katsuro said, his voice low. “If the Order has already detected us, they’ll be waiting.”

Yui nodded, adjusting the pack on her back. “I’ve seen some of their traps, and they’re unlike anything we’ve faced before. Don’t underestimate what they’ll throw at us.”

Kojiro’s eyes narrowed. His hands clenched at his sides as he recalled the Weaver’s warnings. The Shattering wasn’t just some abstract threat — it was a reality that was beginning to take shape. The shadows they had fought were just the beginning. He could feel it.

“We stick together,” Kojiro said, locking eyes with both of them. “Whatever happens, we finish this.”

With a shared nod, they stepped into the entrance, swallowed by the shadows.

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The tunnel that led into the mountain was long and winding, its walls damp with condensation and cold to the touch. Torches lined the path, but their flames burned unnaturally dim, casting flickering shadows that danced along the stone. Kojiro could feel the weight of the place pressing down on him — an ancient, oppressive energy that seemed to seep from the very walls.

“This place reeks of dark jutsu,” Yui muttered, her voice barely audible over the sound of their footsteps.

Kojiro nodded. “The Order has been here for a long time. Longer than we realized.”

They continued down the path, the air growing colder with each step. The tunnel eventually opened up into a vast chamber, the ceiling so high that it disappeared into darkness. In the center of the room was a massive stone door, carved with intricate symbols that seemed to pulse with dark energy. It was flanked by two towering statues, their faces hidden beneath hooded cloaks.

Katsuro approached the door cautiously, examining the carvings. “This must be it — the entrance to the inner sanctum.”

Yui stepped forward, her eyes scanning the symbols. “These markings are ancient. Older than anything I’ve seen. They’re connected to shadow manipulation, but there’s something… more.”

Kojiro moved closer, his gaze following the lines of the carvings. He could feel the power emanating from them, a deep, unsettling energy that made his skin crawl. This was the heart of the Order’s power, the place where they were gathering strength for the Shattering.

Suddenly, a low rumbling filled the chamber. The ground beneath their feet trembled, and the stone door began to shift. Slowly, it creaked open, revealing a dark corridor beyond.

“They’re expecting us,” Kojiro said, his voice tense.

Katsuro drew his sword, his eyes narrowing. “Then let’s not keep them waiting.”

They stepped through the door, the air growing colder and heavier as they entered the inner sanctum. The corridor was narrow and lined with more of the pulsing symbols, the dark energy growing stronger with every step. Kojiro could feel it pressing against his mind, a constant whisper at the edge of his consciousness.

The corridor led to a circular chamber, its floor covered in more of the strange markings. In the center of the room was a large stone altar, surrounded by pillars that reached up into the darkness above. Standing around the altar were several figures, their faces hidden beneath dark hoods.

Kojiro tensed, his hand moving to the kunai at his belt. These were no ordinary shinobi. The energy radiating from them was thick with darkness, their very presence oppressive.

One of the figures stepped forward, lowering its hood to reveal a gaunt face with pale skin and eyes that glowed with an unnatural light.

“You’ve come far,” the figure said, its voice a low, raspy whisper. “But you are too late.”

Katsuro stepped forward, his sword raised. “We’re here to stop the Shattering.”

The figure let out a low chuckle, a sound that sent a chill down Kojiro’s spine. “The Shattering cannot be stopped. It is already in motion. The shadows will rise, and the world of light will fall.”

Kojiro’s heart pounded in his chest. This was the leader of the Order, the one who had orchestrated everything from the shadows. He could feel the power radiating from the figure — it was unlike anything he had ever encountered before.

“You think you can stop us?” the figure continued, its voice dripping with malice. “You are nothing but pawns in a game far greater than you can comprehend.”

Kojiro clenched his fists, his resolve hardening. “We’re not here to play your games. We’re here to end this.”

The figure’s eyes narrowed, a dark smile spreading across its face. “Then you will die with the rest of the world.”

With a flick of its hand, the figure unleashed a wave of dark energy that surged toward them. Kojiro barely had time to react, throwing up a barrier of chakra to deflect the attack. The force of the energy sent him skidding back, his feet struggling to find purchase on the slick stone floor.

Katsuro leaped forward, his blade flashing in the dim light as he slashed at the figure. But the figure moved with inhuman speed, dodging Katsuro’s attacks with ease. Dark tendrils of shadow erupted from the ground, wrapping around Katsuro’s legs and pulling him off balance.

“Kojiro!” Katsuro shouted, struggling against the shadows.

Kojiro darted forward, hurling a kunai at the figure’s exposed side. But the kunai never reached its target. One of the other hooded figures stepped in, blocking the attack with a barrier of shadow. The figure turned toward Kojiro, its glowing eyes locking onto him.

“You will fall,” it hissed, its voice a twisted echo.

Kojiro gritted his teeth, flipping through a series of hand signs. “Not today.”

He slammed his hands to the ground, unleashing a surge of chakra that blasted through the shadows surrounding Katsuro, freeing him. At the same time, Yui appeared from the shadows, launching a flurry of kunai at the hooded figures. Her movements were fast and precise, each kunai finding its mark.

But the figures didn’t fall. Instead, they seemed to absorb the attacks, their forms flickering like shadows caught in the wind.

“They’re not human,” Yui growled, retreating back toward Kojiro and Katsuro. “They’re manifestations of the shadow energy.”

Kojiro’s mind raced. They couldn’t defeat these beings through brute force. They needed a different approach.

“The symbols,” Kojiro said, his eyes flicking to the markings on the floor. “They’re connected to the shadows. If we can disrupt them—”

Before he could finish, the lead figure let out a roar, its body expanding as dark energy poured from it, filling the chamber with a suffocating presence. The markings on the floor began to pulse faster, feeding into the figure’s growing power.

“This is it,” Katsuro muttered, his voice strained. “We either stop it now, or the Shattering begins.”

Kojiro’s eyes locked onto the stone altar in the center of the room. The symbols radiated from it like veins, connecting everything in the chamber. That was the source of the power — the key to stopping the ritual.

“We need to destroy the altar,” Kojiro said, his voice urgent. “It’s the center of everything.”

Katsuro nodded, his face grim. “Then let’s do it.”

Together, they surged toward the altar, their movements synchronized as they dodged the attacks of the shadow figures. Kojiro could feel the weight of the dark energy pressing down on him, but he pushed through, his eyes focused on their goal.

They reached the altar, and with a single, powerful strike, Katsuro’s blade slammed into the stone, shattering it into pieces.

For a moment, everything went still. The shadows froze, the oppressive energy dissipating as the symbols on the floor dimmed and faded.

The lead figure let out a scream of rage, its body convulsing as the power drained from it. “You… cannot… stop the Shattering…”

But Kojiro knew they had done it. They had disrupted the ritual. The Shattering had been delayed, if only for a moment.

As the figure crumbled into dust, Kojiro and the others stood in the wreckage of the altar, breathing heavily.

“It’s over,” Kojiro said, his voice hoarse.

Katsuro sheathed his sword, his expression unreadable. “For now.”

Yui wiped the sweat from her brow, her eyes scanning the room. “We need to get out of here before more of them show up.”

Kojiro nodded, but as they turned to leave, he couldn’t shake the feeling that this was only the beginning.

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