Tower of God. Faal Rahgol Zhaoga

Sig respond "you call it a black-hole it quite weak. Jahad Destined king of the tower or should I say the Tyrant Dragon since you act exactly like one of them."

"Is all you have a sly a tongue." Jahad ask "No, I'm actually terrible at communication." he shrugs "In fact I'm so bad I get laughed at for my terrible humour."

He smiles looking up at him Jahad replies "it weak?" ignoring his other sentences. Sig responding "yes it weak, the way a black hole functions is different from what you made."

He ponder "if I were to call it anything, it'd be a sphere of compress energy. The only reason mine is black is because of conditions."

Sig glance at him "My buddy probably feels your unsettling presence then again they might just assume it mine."

Jahad looks at him. "So what is weak about this?" he forms a black hole sphere. Sig Smirk as it is thrown towards him.

"exactly the method used blackhole." a massive compress of matter occurs as the point in itself collapse in an explosion reign.

The black hole absorbing the sphere entirely. "A black hole is so dense Not even Light escapes, It has such a pull to it even Planets Triple one's size can be devoured by its gaping maw."

he crush the blackhole into a Nebula light Bursting out, "not including the things far more powerful than it including a quaser." he smirks.

"A expulsion of matter so strong it guillemots beyond the range of a star. or Sol. with such a ratio of power it is instant."

Blood spurts from a cut formed on Jahad's face. He feels it staring at it. "Such an interesting thing." Sig bows. "Pleasure to meet you, lord Jahad. I am Sig Falma Necroa."

He shrugs. "An irregular exactly like you" his eyes narrow behind the mask. "So you know of me as the destined king, huh?"

Sig Nods "It A role I'm not suited to nor do I want it sadly the stupid thorn choose me so I have to slit the actual you's throat."

He snicker "you slit my throat me. The one destined to rule over the very top of this tower, the first and greatest adventurer in this tower, with the red third eye atop my forehead and a crimson cape around me."

Sig Scoffs "Such a long title is that honestly the best you could think of, then let me give this a shot." He coughs. "I am the blade of death. The one ruled as nobody from nowheres with a rite to slit the throat of a corrupt king. A tyrant upon his golden throne one of such gall as to not kneel to power I am Anarchy incarnate. The one who will usurp the 13,"

Sig snickers "pff" breaking into laughter "hahahaHAHAAHA!." he leans back with madness gleaming in his eyes. "Long titles are fun but really boring." he looks at Jahad.

"hmm interesting. One full of secrecy with such impudence to consider yourself death, you must not serve me as a king outside."

He says reaching the floor Sig staring at him. "It seems it was worth coming here in person." Sig glance at him, informally asking him.

"So My Liège, may I have such to speak in front of your Holiness? Tehaha" He nods. "Do you know of a woman know as Arlene grace?"

He flinch in shock, surprised by the twist Sig grinning ear to ear. "No," he says lightly Sig Nods Ponder, "you don't know, huh?"

He sighs, "truly upsetting." His voice shifting as he speaks the ancient language. "𝐈 𝐬𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬."

He flinches. "How do you know such an ancient language?" Sig Shrugs Jahad responding "I said I don't know her Though I do wonder how you even know her name,"

"Since you ask one, how does one of me sound?" Jahad question." Sig Nods "go right ahead. What right do I have to interrupt the King of tyranny?"

He silence himself. "Do you know what it means to become king," Sig Nods "to become King is to play the role of a leader and bring about the reign of order to chaos."

Sig smiles, "A title given to those who erase everything important to them, even the very one they Love and obsess over a singular entity destined for a lonely world slowly, losing a grasp on connection as their empathy turns to that of Apathetic selfishness."

"Oh, so tell me, what do you see with those eyes of yours?" Sig Snickers "Hehe." he closes his eyes speaking "A man attempting to play the monster."

Sig opens his eyes, staring lifelessly into Jahad, a silhouette of madness grasping the strings of which the boy dances on a fate entwined in the selfishness of a mad deity."

"how about it Lord Jahad? What is it you see?" he unconsciously steps back from the silhouette Sig's face glitching.

His expression that of a sobbing boy attempting to scream for help or anything before turning back to that Lifeless stare. "Tell me with those golden eyes, what truly can you see?"

Androssi and the others walk. Sig reverts back to semi-normal, "who are you?" Jahad Asks Standing tall against him. Sig bows. "Sig Falma Necroa, just as I said earlier."

Jahad Nods "A mistake on my part, what are you?" Sig puts on that of a Widen toothless Smile he mouth empty as his eyes blur to black.

"that of the p̶̰̈́ı̶̮̀ȏ̸̭�̸̬̅�̵̻́ The utter Terror brings all but Jahad to their knees, his pressure enormous "Many things a Monster." the fangs protrude. "A human."

A cunning smile plaster upon its glitching body "a puppet." his glitch increasing "and Finally Sig Falma Necroa."

Jahad Summons his needle "Abomination" before he throws his needle towards Sig. The boy dodges it flickering to his teammates. Androssi's beautiful eyes stare at the black void of his eyes for seconds.

The glistening of millions of Stars memorizing. Warping them away he appears, grabbing the sphere, his hand Burn to cinders but succeeding as flicking the rest to the ground.

The book appears in front of him, flashing through the pages, stopping on one " ƃ̸̫̒ů̴̲ı̷͚̚ɥ̴̰̇ʇ̷͙̽ ̵͍̆ɹ̶̭͝ǝ̵̘̆p̵̈́͜ן̷̬̕ǝ̴͂ " the gate opens like that of a vortex.

An enormous Tendril burst up as it slams down towards Jahad Sig Arm Regenerated with the distraction the thing Vanishing Afterwards.

He Lunges towards Jahad, his fist encased in Purple Slamming towards him. Jahad blocks it, his born crunching As he throws Sig back "to think I evenly match this form of you."

Khun Flinches on his throne. Lightning flies off him as he stands. "He's made his move ASCENIO PREPARE ATHE MIRROR!"

His lightning crackles hammering into the Dome Sig blocks the blow back, protecting those that just arrive. "Why are you suddenly appear? Data of Edahn Khun"

(I kept my promise 2 chapters released for the 20th.)