Novel's Extra: The Lost Heir of Dragon Queen-Chapter 54: Kael’s Gambit : The Devour

"Immortal," Kael finished, his voice quieter now, thoughtful.

His eyes narrowed as he studied the creatures.

The word seemed to spark something in his mind.

"Darkness and immortal," Kael murmured to himself, his thoughts clicking into place.

There are only a few ways to deal with immortality. One of them...

Suddenly, his grip on his sword tightened, and his expression darkened.

One of them is Absorption.

Marcus, still fighting, noticed Kael’s change in demeanor.

"What? What is it?" he demanded, his tone frantic.

Kael didn’t answer immediately, instead taking a deep breath and raising his free hand.

The darkness surrounding him seemed to respond, coiling around his body like a living entity.

His black aura intensified, and the air around him grew colder.

"I have the darkness element," Kael said, his voice calm but resolute.

"And if I can’t destroy them… I’ll devour them."

Marcus froze for a moment, his sword trembling in his grip.

"Devour, Kael? Are you serious? You’ll lose yourself! Don’t even try that!" Marcus shouted, his voice filled with both anger and fear.

Kael didn’t stop, his eyes sharp and unwavering as he continued to dodge and strike the regenerating monsters.

"Is there another way?" he asked, his tone calm but edged with urgency.

Marcus opened his mouth to reply, but no words came.

His silence said everything.

Kael gave him a sidelong glance, his expression grim.

"I thought so." Without waiting for Marcus’s protest.

Kael lunged forward, cutting down two more creatures before they could fully reform.

"Kael, stop!" Marcus yelled again, his grip tightening on his sword.

"Don’t just stand there dumbfounded—help me!" Kael shouted back, his voice echoing through the dark, oppressive space.

Reluctantly, Marcus joined in, his blade slicing through the creatures with ferocity.

Despite their efforts, the monsters kept coming, their numbers seemingly endless.

The two of them pushed harder, forcing the creatures into a tight cluster.

A pile of darkness and shifting forms grew, with the mass of monsters swelling to nearly a hundred.

As the chaos intensified, Marcus paused to catch his breath, his eyes widening as he watched Kael.

"Are you serious about this?" he asked again, his voice shaking.

Kael didn’t respond this time.

His focus was absolute, his body radiating a dark, ominous energy.

He raised his hand, and the black aura surrounding him surged outward, coiling and writhing like living tendrils.

"No... Kael, stop!" Marcus shouted, reaching out, but Kael ignored him.

Kael thrust his hand forward, the darkness around him latching onto the creatures.

The tendrils wrapped around their forms, pulling them toward him as they screamed in resistance.

One by one, the monsters were absorbed into Kael’s body, their shapes dissolving into pure darkness as they were devoured.

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Suddenly, Kael froze.

A flood of voices rushed into his mind, overlapping and indistinguishable:

"SavE... me!ThEyaReComINg!OutergOds wilLCOME!DoehehAVEtheEgo?OwnERiSDeAD....

Kael clutched his head, his breathing ragged.

The pain was unbearable, like his skull was being split open.

He stumbled backward, falling to one knee as the voices grew louder and more fragmented, echoing like a cacophony inside his mind.

"Kael!" Marcus rushed to his side, his panic growing.

"AHHHHHHHHH....."

Kael screamed, his voice raw and guttural.

His vision blurred, and the edges of his consciousness began to fray.

The darkness he had absorbed writhed inside him, threatening to overwhelm him, to consume him entirely.

Just as the chaos in his mind reached its peak, a calm voice broke through the storm.

Let me help you.

The voice was soft yet commanding, cutting through the noise like a beacon of light in the abyss.

Kael’s knees buckled as the searing pain in his mind intensified, the crying voices echoing relentlessly:

"Save us..."

"The darkness is eternal..."

"They will come..."

Desperation gripped him as he struggled to stay conscious.

"Who are you?" Kael asked in his mind, his voice trembling with agony.

The chaotic whispers quieted for a moment, and then a deep, resonant voice spoke, its tone ancient and commanding:

You people call me Aethral Fang.

Kael’s eyes widened in shock.

His trembling gaze shifted to the blade strapped to his side—his mother’s gift, the legendary sword.

The realization hit him like a lightning strike.

"You… can talk?" Kael whispered, his voice weak but laced with disbelief.

The sword pulsed faintly, as though in affirmation.

The pain in his mind surged again, driving him to the ground.

"Help me," Kael pleaded, his desperation raw.

The overwhelming darkness within him churned violently, threatening to consume him completely.

The voice spoke again, calm yet firm.

"Listen carefully, child. Let the darkness flow from your body. Channel it through your right hand and into me."

Kael hesitated, his hands shaking.

"Will it stop the pain?" kael asked.

"Trust me. Do it now."

With no other option, Kael focused through the chaos.

He lifted his trembling right hand, feeling the dark energy swirling within him like a storm.

Closing his eyes, he willed the darkness to flow out.

A wave of inky blackness surged from Kael’s body, snaking down his arm and into Aethral Fang.

The sword absorbed it eagerly, glowing faintly as the oppressive energy was drawn away.

The cries in Kael’s head began to fade, replaced by a profound silence.

As the last of the darkness left him, he collapsed to the ground, gasping for air.

When he opened his eyes, his vision was blurry, but the weight in his chest had lifted.

Slowly, he sat up and turned his gaze to Aethral Fang.

The blade now pulsed with an intimidating, otherworldly aura, its once-simple appearance transformed.

The etchings along its surface seemed to shimmer with dark energy, alive and foreboding.

"It… leveled up," Kael muttered, his voice hoarse.

He reached out hesitantly, his fingers brushing against the hilt.

The sword felt heavier, yet it radiated a strange warmth, as though it had become a part of him in a deeper way.

The voice returned, softer this time.

Good. You have done well, child. With my power, you will stand against the darkness and beyond. But remember—this strength comes at a cost. Wield me wisely.

Kael nodded, though the weight of the words lingered.

The legendary sword had awakened.

Marcus watched in awe as Kael’s aura stabilized, the writhing tendrils of darkness calming and retreating into his body.

The oppressive atmosphere began to lift, and the space around them grew quiet.

Marcus stared at him, equal parts terrified and impressed.

’Who is this guy?’ he thought.

.

Kael and Marcus barely had time to catch their breath.

The oppressive silence that followed the devouring of the monsters was suffocating.

The air around them grew heavier, and both their bodies began to scream in warning.

Kael narrowed his eyes, scanning their surroundings.

A sharp, instinctual sense clawed at him, and he spoke in a low voice, "Someone’s watching us."

Marcus nodded, his breaths shallow.

"Not just someone," he said, his voice trembling. "Whoever it is… they’re powerful."

Kael gripped Aethral Fang tightly.

its newly awakened aura pulsating faintly as though resonating with the unseen threat.

Marcus, despite his fear, tried to steady himself but suddenly dropped to his knees, unable to withstand the overwhelming force pressing down on them.

"Marcus!" Kael shouted, stepping closer to him.

But before he could help, a deep, mocking voice echoed through the dark expanse.

"Good," the voice drawled, slow and deliberate.

"I didn’t expect children to clear the trial. Consider me… intrigued."

The oppressive aura thickened, like a black shroud wrapping around them.

Kael gritted his teeth as his legs buckled slightly, but he forced himself to stand tall.

Marcus stammered, his hands gripping the dirt beneath him, his face pale.

"W-Who are you?" Marcus asked.

The figure stepped forward from the shadows, its presence almost unbearable.

A towering figure cloaked in darkness, its features shrouded save for two glowing crimson eyes.

The aura of malice it radiated was suffocating, sending chills down both their spines.

Kael instinctively raised Aethral Fang, which seemed to respond, glowing brighter and vibrating faintly in his grip.

"Let’s see…" Kael said through gritted teeth, stepping in front of Marcus.

"If you’re just all talk."

The figure chuckled darkly, the sound reverberating like a storm.

"Oh, how bold," it sneered. "But bravery without power is meaningless."

The ground beneath Kael cracked as the pressure intensified. .

Marcus gasped, struggling to speak, "K-Kael, don’t…!"

Kael didn’t flinch, his determination cutting through the fear.

"If you want to test me," he said, his voice steady despite the trembling of his body,

"then bring it on. But I promise you this—you’ll regret underestimating us."

The figure tilted its head, the glowing eyes narrowing.

"Interesting. Very well… let’s see if you can survive what comes next, little hero."

With a wave of its hand, the shadows around them roared to life, coalescing into monstrous forms far larger and more terrifying than before.

Their growls filled the air, a deafening chorus of malice and hunger.

Marcus, still on the ground, looked up at Kael, who stood unwavering.

Despite his fear, Marcus found a spark of hope in Kael’s defiance.

"Marcus," Kael said, not taking his eyes off the enemy. "Get up. We’re not done yet."

Marcus hesitated, his body trembling, but something in Kael’s tone sparked a flicker of strength.

He clenched his fists, gritting his teeth, and forced himself to his feet.

The figure’s laughter echoed again, louder this time.

"Very well, show me the limits of your willpower. But don’t disappoint me—I’m easily bored."

As the shadow beasts lunged forward, Kael tightened his grip on Aethral Fang, its aura blazing.

He smirked despite the overwhelming odds.