I Got Reincarnated as a Zombie Girl-Chapter 331 - 327 – The Endless Space

The space around them could no longer be called space. The ruins of the Temple of Nerys had completely vanished, replaced by invisible cracks that tore through reality like an old, worn fabric. Stacia felt the vibration in every fiber of her existence; the battle was growing fiercer, wilder, and if allowed to continue here, the waves of distortion would swallow everything, including Alicia and Sofia, who were still protected behind her thin web of time. Xynareth, with its geometric lines now rotating slowly but full of menace, seemed ready to unleash its full power. The needle of light in Stacia’s hand pulsed, but she knew: this had to end somewhere else.

Stacia closed her eyes briefly, feeling the flow of time beginning to stutter around her. Xynareth was too strong; each of its attacks forced space to reject the sequence of time, making the threads increasingly difficult to control. "Enough," she murmured softly, her voice unheard amid the suffocating silence. She was not just a controller of time, she was an entity born from the intersection of space and time, and right now, she had to rely on her spatial side, which she rarely used fully.

With a single motion of her left hand, Stacia opened a rift. Not a time rift, but a pure spatial one, a portal with no color, no sound, only a darkness that swallowed everything. The portal widened rapidly, pulling both of them in like a living black hole. Xynareth tried to resist, its lines forming complex defensive patterns, but it was too late. The space around them collapsed, and in an instant, both vanished from the temple ruins.

They emerged in an empty space, a boundless void, where there was no light, no gravity, nothing but absolute existence. Here, the concept of time did not exist. There was no "before" or "after," no seconds flowing, no moments that could be pulled or rewound. Everything was static, eternal in its non-existence. Stacia felt it immediately: her threads of time disappeared, like a flame extinguished by a strong wind. She could no longer plant time anchors, no longer accelerate or slow anything down. All that remained was her control over space, the more primal, rougher side, but no less powerful.

Xynareth, on the other hand, seemed more comfortable. Its geometric lines expanded freely in this void, forming larger, more complex patterns. "You have brought us to my own home," it said, its voice echoing without direction, as if coming from every corner of the void. "Here, space is everything. And you... you have just discarded your strongest weapon."

Stacia did not respond with words. She knew the risk. But here, at least, their distortions would not reach the outside world. Alicia and Sofia were safe for the time being. Her eyes glowed faintly, no longer from the light of time, but from spatial patterns beginning to form in her irises. Her body adapted, transforming herself into a pure spatial entity. Her skin became transparent, filled with invisible lines that mimicked dimensional folds.

The battle began with unimaginable madness.

Xynareth moved first. It did not step, it simply folded. The void around Stacia suddenly shrank, forcing her space to become smaller, narrower, until her body felt like it would be crushed from all directions. This was not physical pressure; it was space rejecting her existence, trying to compress her being into a zero point. Stacia felt a strange pain not in her body, but in her soul, as if she was being forgotten by reality itself. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

But she fought back. With a single thought, Stacia expanded the space around herself. She reversed the void folds that Xynareth had created, forming a bubble of space that rapidly enlarged. The bubble collided with Xynareth’s geometric patterns, cracking its lines for a moment. Xynareth retreated or at least, the space around it shifted and launched a counterattack. Thousands of geometric facets appeared at once, each a sharp slice of space like a knife. They hurtled toward Stacia from all possible and impossible directions, cutting the void into formless shards.

Stacia did not dodge. In this void, dodging meant creating new distance. Instead, she twisted the space in front of her, forming a dimensional spiral that swallowed the facets. Each facet that entered the spiral changed shape, becoming longer, thinner, until it vanished into endless folds. But Xynareth did not stop. It multiplied itself not clones, but spatial projections. Suddenly, there were dozens of Xynareth in the void, each with slightly different geometric patterns, each attacking from different dimensions.

Stacia felt the madness. The void trembled, even though it shouldn’t be able to without time. She gathered her strength, forming an absolute spatial wall around herself, an invisible cube that rejected all external folds. One of Xynareth’s projections struck the wall and ricocheted, bouncing into another projection, creating a chain of destruction among themselves. Xynareth grimaced or at least, its facial pattern changed into something resembling pain.

"Not bad," it said, its voice now split into many tones. "But my space is older than yours. I am a primordial space, you are merely an intruder who happened to touch it."

It merged its projections back into one, then enlarged itself. Its body became a gigantic geometric form, covering much of the endless void. Its lines formed a spatial labyrinth, where every corner was a dimensional trap. Stacia felt the pull the space around her began to be sucked into the labyrinth, like water flowing into a drain. If she fell into it, she would be trapped forever, spinning in endless folds with no way out.

Stacia did not wait. She leaped not a physical jump, but relocating her own space to another point in the void. There, she created a duplicate of her space, forming a shadow of herself that was no less real. The shadow attacked Xynareth’s labyrinth from the side, cutting its lines with sharp spatial blades. Xynareth turned, but the real Stacia had already appeared behind it, expanding the void at the core of Xynareth’s body. A small black hole formed there, pulling its geometric patterns into itself.

Xynareth screamed a sound that made the void echo like an earthquake. It forced the hole to close by compressing the surrounding space, but the damage was done. Some of its lines were lost forever, vanished into the void. "You...!" it muttered, its anger now palpable. It retaliated by unleashing a wave of rippling space; the void became like an ocean of waves, where each crest was a dimensional distortion that could tear apart anything it touched.

Stacia was thrown by the first wave, the space in her body cracking like glass. She felt "blood" of space flowing colorless fluid that was actually fragments of her existence. But she did not stop. She aligned herself with the wave, becoming part of it, then reversed its direction. The returning wave struck Xynareth with double the force, splitting its gigantic body in two for a moment.

The battle grew even more insane. They no longer fought with fixed forms and both became abstract, spatial patterns colliding with each other. Xynareth formed a perfect spatial sphere, inside which everything was inverted: up became down, inside became outside. Stacia was trapped inside it for a moment, feeling herself flipped repeatedly until she lost orientation. But she shattered it from within, creating spatial cracks that expanded the sphere until it exploded.

Xynareth did not give up. It created a spatial loop, an endless ring where every movement by Stacia brought her back to the starting point. Stacia was trapped, moving forward but staying in place. She had to think quickly: she expanded the loop itself, making it so large that it encompassed Xynareth as well. Both were trapped together, attacking each other within the increasingly narrowing ring.

Line after line cracked. Fold after fold collapsed. The endless void began to show signs of exhaustion; large cracks appeared, threatening to open a path back to the real world. Stacia felt her fatigue; without time, she could not regenerate, but Xynareth also seemed weakened, its geometric patterns becoming simpler, more fragile.

"You cannot win," said Xynareth, its voice now weak. "Space is eternal."

Stacia, with a calm voice despite her cracked body, replied: "Eternal does not mean unchangeable."

She gathered her remaining strength, forming a spatial spear, a straight line without end that pierced everything. The spear hurtled toward Xynareth’s core.

The impact shook the void.

Stacia’s spatial spear pierced Xynareth’s core, tearing its geometric patterns into fragments that scattered throughout the void. Large cracks spread from the impact point, like glass finally yielding to years of pressure. Xynareth writhed violently; its gigantic body was forced to shrink, its lines fading one by one, as if the space it represented was beginning to reject it.

Xynareth split, but had not yet fallen. The battle continued, growing even fiercer, in the empty space now filled with cracks.

"You... have truly forced me this far," it muttered, its voice now broken, echoing from the remnants of its surviving projections. Some parts of the surrounding void began to collapse entirely, forming small black holes that swallowed fragments of itself.

Stacia gasped, her body covered in fine cracks leaking faint light not blood, but leaking fragments of space. She felt this void becoming unstable; without time as a buffer, every attack they made left permanent wounds on the structure of reality itself. Her breath (though no longer real) felt heavy.

Xynareth did not surrender. Its remaining geometric patterns gathered again, forming a small, furiously spinning core. "If I fall... you come with me."

It unleashed its final wave: the entire space in this void was compressed into a single point in front of Stacia, a point denser than anything it had ever created. The point pulled everything including Stacia’s body with an irresistible force.

Stacia raised her cracked hand, forming a final thin spatial shield.

The impact came.

The void shook violently, large cracks spreading in all directions.

Both were hurled to opposite sides, gravely injured.