Reborn as a Useless Noble with my SSS-Class Innate Talent-Chapter 110: Ch : A God’s Descend - Part 2

Silvy's hands trembled as she stared at the being that had crawled out of the rift.

It had no true shape—its form constantly shifted, as if reality couldn't hold it steady. But the divine pressure it radiated screamed at her instincts.

'Wrong. Dangerous. God.'

Her legs felt weak. Every part of her body begged her to run.

But she couldn't. Kyle was still in the center of the temple grounds. If he fell, this place would burn.

She looked down at her bow.

Queen landed on her shoulder. The hawk didn't speak, but its presence was clear. A message passed through their bond.

'Now.'

Silvy gritted her teeth. She raised her bow and pulled back the string. Light and mana poured into the arrow, sparking around her like lightning. She poured everything into this one shot.

Her aim locked on the glowing figure in the center of the temple.

"Fly straight."

She whispered.

Then she let go.

The arrow tore through the air like a spear of light. It hit the god's form squarely.

A shockwave exploded outward.

Silvy gasped and dropped to her knees. Her body felt heavy, drained. She caught herself just before falling face-first into the tiles. Her arms shook. Her breath came in ragged gasps.

She raised her head to look.

At first, she smiled.

Then her stomach dropped.

The entity was still standing.

She had missed its core.

"Damn it."

She muttered, nearly spitting the words.

That was when she felt it.

The god's attention turned to her.

A pressure heavier than mountains slammed down on her chest. Her breath caught. Her heart thundered. Her entire body froze.

The being had no face, but it was looking at her.

And she knew—deep down—it had judged her. It knew her. It saw through every lie, every mask. It saw her soul.

Silvy couldn't move. She couldn't even think. There was no logic left, just fear. Pure, unfiltered terror.

'So this… is what it feels like… to face a god.'

The entity raised its hand.

A pulse of divine energy surged toward her. The light was blinding.

Silvy closed her eyes.

She didn't think she would survive.

But just as the energy was about to hit—

Claws grabbed her cloak and yanked her back.

Queen shrieked, wings flapping hard as it carried Silvy backward.

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The divine blast slammed into the rooftop Silvy had just been standing on.

It exploded in light.

Stone and tile shattered.

Silvy crashed down to a lower roof, Queen still pulling at her, dragging her away from the god's gaze.

She rolled across the tiles and came to a stop. She was shaking, panting, too shocked to speak.

But she was alive.

Barely.

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Meanwhile, Kyle clenched his jaw as he forced his body to move.

He had watched the blast aimed at Silvy, and for a second, he thought about heading there to help her out. But seeing her rescued by Queen brought him back.

He had no time to waste.

The god—Tirakos—turned to launch another attack, its divine energy warping the space around it.

Kyle dashed forward and intercepted the next wave.

Their forces clashed—Kyle's mana against divine will.

The pressure threw him back, but not as far as before. He slid on the stone floor and caught himself with his sword.

Then he noticed something.

Tirakos's divine glow was dimmer.

Its steps were slower. Its form flickered now and then, like a faulty projection.

Silvy's arrow had worked. She hadn't destroyed it, but she had weakened it.

It hadn't descended fully. The summoning had been incomplete.

Kyle narrowed his eyes.

There was a chance.

He still had a chance to fight this god at his current strength.

His hands stopped shaking.

He raised his blade.

Kyle charged at Tirakos with his sword raised, mana flaring along the blade.

Tirakos staggered as he tried to move, its body awkward and incomplete.

The god had no balance—its descent into this world had been flawed. But even with that clear disadvantage, Kyle was struggling.

His blade, coated in dense mana, struck the god's flesh—and bounced off.

Sparks flew. The resistance felt unnatural.

The blade screamed in his grip and cracked from the impact. Tirakos's divine power was too thick, too concentrated.

Kyle clicked his tongue.

'He can't be cut by normal means… not even with this.'

He gritted his teeth and coated his blade with everything he had left in his core.

'Then let it break.'

He swung again, and this time, the blade shattered on contact.

The broken fragments, burning with mana, lodged themselves deep into Tirakos's distorted body.

The god stumbled, falling to one knee as his form struggled to hold itself together. The impact was enough to jolt Tirakos's awareness fully awake.

The god turned his hollow gaze on Kyle, filled with fury.

Tirakos's rage erupted.

With a furious roar, the god conjured a weapon—a sword made entirely of divine mana. The glowing blade twisted in the air as it took shape, unstable but deadly.

He lunged at Kyle.

Kyle raised his broken sword hilt, now just a mana conduit, to block the strike.

The divine sword collided with it, and Kyle's arms almost buckled from the force. The pressure was crushing.

For a second, Kyle thought he was done for.

But then—

The divine blade flickered. It wavered, lost form—and shattered.

Tirakos stumbled back, looking at his own hands in disbelief.

The blade had crumbled before it could fully unleash its power.

Kyle didn't waste the chance.

He breathed in sharply and triggered a surge of mist mana around him. The area filled with thick white fog that distorted mana perception and visuals. His figure vanished.

Tirakos snarled, his head whipping side to side. His sharp senses cut through the mist.

He located Kyle's presence in an instant.

Kyle, in mid-step for a surprise attack, froze. Their eyes locked—he had been noticed.

'Tch—abort.'

He changed course and dove to the side just in time. A beam of divine energy scorched the air where he had been. The shockwave sent him tumbling across the cracked ground.

He groaned as he stood, wiping blood from his lip.

'Damn. Can't get close. Can't overpower him. What now…?'

Tirakos raised both hands, gathering divine power again.

Kyle watched carefully—and then, he saw it.

When Tirakos channeled energy, his unstable body began to flicker and crack. His form bent and warped, barely holding together. Lines of energy shot across his body like broken glass.

Realization dawned on Kyle.

'He's falling apart every time he uses power…'

A grin tugged at Kyle's lips.

So that's it.

He didn't need to land a final strike. He didn't need to overpower a god.

He just had to push it to the edge.

Make it burn through its power until it broke itself.

Kyle drew in his mana, focusing on evasion, misdirection, and precision strikes. No more direct clashes. No more wasted strength.

From above, Queen circled in the air, watching every move with glowing eyes. It screeched once, as if to confirm Kyle's plan.

Kyle moved again, dodging another blast of divine energy.

He had only one objective now- to make the god exhaust itself so that he won't be able to maintain his form.