Magical Soul Parade - Chapter 275: Invalidation Cascade

Chapter 275: Invalidation Cascade

The Errant Sword streaked forward, and this time the Radiant One had to react.

He formed a sword of His own out of a beam of light He morphed into existence, meeting the streaking Errant Sword with a loud clash that split the earth and the very air into two clear lines for miles from the point of impact.

Before the impact could stabilize, Finn descended into the clash, abandoning the sword entirely and driving his fist directly into the Radiant One’s chest.

The impact sent them both skidding back across the ground, earth tearing up beneath the Radiant One’s feet as He absorbed the force of it, and for a moment both of them simply looked at each other.

The Radiant One’s expression had changed. The curiosity was gone. What replaced it was the focused attention of a being that had just been made to take something seriously.

“You killed my champion… I haven’t forgotten that,” He glowered. “You stole my weapon, you carry it right before me, remade into something that offends me, having devoured all that remained of my authority within it.” He paused. “You have considerable nerve…”

Finn said nothing and came forward again.

What followed was not a fight in any clean sense of the word. It was a dismantling of the terrain they stood on. The Radiant One moved with the total ease of a being whose physical form was an expression of divine authority, each exchange precise and overwhelming, golden light trailing every movement and burning the air where it passed.

Finn matched Him with the Errant Sword when it was in his hand and with his bare fists when it wasn’t. Glitch trails that reality couldn’t heal fast enough spread from every point of contact between them, pixelated fractures spreading outward across the earth and the trees and the sky in widening rings.

Trees collapsed. The earth cracked open in long jagged lines from the force of redirected strikes hitting the ground. The fog above churned and thinned in a widening radius from the epicenter, torn apart by the displacement of air from their exchanges, and the hole in the canopy that had opened from the Sun God’s beam grew larger with each passing minute until the sky above the island was more open than not.

Althea had been moving since the Radiant One’s attention had shifted fully to Finn, His presence no longer bearing down on her with its full weight, but right now, she found herself standing completely still instead of running.

Her eyes were trained onto the two clashing figures. She could look directly now. The Radiant One’s focus was elsewhere — locked entirely on Finn, and the involuntary deference that had driven her gaze to the ground had reduced enough that she could raise her head and watch the fight without her body overriding her.

She watched and barely recognized Finn.

He moved through the fight with the coldness and decisiveness of someone who had done this before, in a different body in a different world, the memory of it sitting in him and informing every decision. The Errant Sword returned to his hand each time the Radiant One deflected it away, and in the moments it was gone he fought with his body alone, the Error authority bleeding through every impact and leaving its fractures on whatever it touched, including the Radiant One Himself.

The Radiant One was more powerful. That was plain. He controlled the exchanges, redirected the dangerous moments, and absorbed what He couldn’t redirect with a solidity that Finn’s attacks hadn’t yet managed to fully break through. But Finn made Him work. Every time the sword was in his hand and driving forward, the Radiant One’s responses had urgency in them that hadn’t been there at the start.

They collided in the center of the unrecognizable terrain that spread for miles, and both reared back simultaneously and stopped.

“Stop the nonsense.” Finn spoke first, somewhat pissed off, yet his voice was still calm enough. “Your champion. The sword. Those aren’t the reasons you’re here.” He looked at the Radiant One directly and touched his eyes.

“My eyes can see much deeper things now. And what they tell me is that you have no prior connection to me. No history with me, no stake in what I am or where I came from.” He paused. “Which means you didn’t come here because of anything I did to you personally. You came here because others… the God of Secrets, the Moon Mother specifically… seem to understand my value. And a being with unclear value in the hands of an entity that might oppose you is a threat you’d rather remove before it matures.”

The Radiant One’s expression didn’t change.

“From the moment you watched the Errant Sword wound you,” Finn continued, “that was when you decided. If I had been weaker you would have tried to extract information first. But I wasn’t, so you didn’t.” Finn leveled his gaze with the Radiant One and spoke plainly. “The champion and the sword were just the reason you chose to say out loud.”

The Radiant One was quiet for several seconds. Then He exhaled slowly through His nose, a faint frown forming on His golden brows, and He opened His mouth to respond.

But Finn cut Him off before He could speak. “You made a mistake coming here regardless…”

The Radiant One closed His mouth and His eyes narrowed slightly, waiting to hear the reason His coming was a mistake.

“You can’t kill me,” Finn shrugged.

The Radiant One did not react. He remained perfectly still, His golden eyes locked onto Finn’s face as if waiting for a punchline that had not yet landed. The silence stretched, thick and heavy, until it seemed to vibrate in the air between them. For a long moment, the only movement was the faint, rhythmic flicker of the Radiant One’s own aura.

Then, His chest began to heave. A single, sharp huff of air escaped Him before He collapsed into a full-blown laugh. He looked genuinely gobsmacked, shaking His head as if He had just heard the most ridiculous claim in existence.

But Finn wasn’t smiling.

He released the Errant Sword from his grip and let it float beside him, and as it hung there groaning softly in the air, he began to move his hands. Slow, deliberate gestures, each one precise, fingers moving in specific configurations one after another in a sequence that built on itself.

“In my past lives I have killed Gods,” he said flatly as if he was stating the weather. The Radiant One’s laughter slowly faded as He watched the hand movements. “And the one thing that made it possible, every time, was that they had descended.”

The Radiant One’s expression shifted.

“When a God descends from their domain onto the mortal plane with their full body, they become subject to its laws. There is a ceiling on the power they can express here. A hard limit imposed by the plane itself.” Finn’s hands kept moving, the configurations growing more complex, each gesture locking into the next. “That ceiling is why we are at a stalemate right now. You cannot bring enough of what you are into this plane to end me…

I, on the other hand…

I can go past my own ceiling.”

The Radiant One’s eyes dropped to the moving hands and stayed there. And His previous expression changed, replaced with utter seriousness, like He had just recognized something extremely dangerous. And immediately, He moved.

He flashed forward from His position to meet Finn and stop whatever it was he was doing.

But the Errant Sword also flashed from its floating position to intercept Him midway, driving into His path with the full weight of its Error nature and stalling Him as Finn’s hands continued their movement without pause.

A terrifying wrongness was beginning to permeate the air now, one that made the Radiant One hesitate in trying to reach Finn. The thought to distance Himself from Finn as much as possible crossed His mind and He acted on it immediately.

But the Errant Sword was persistent, moving to intercept Him just as Finn began to speak an incantation:

“Phasma before Will.

Null before Mass.

The Witnessed before the Witness.

Consciousness before the Conscious.

Something from the nothing.

Rule from the void.

Authority from the chaos.

Infallible fallacy.

Invalid… from the very first stirring….”

His hands locked into the final gesture.

“Spell Amplification: Invalidation Cascade.”