Turning-Chapter 840

Kishiar looked over the increasingly violent sleet and the looming outbreak of a rampage. His conclusion was clear.

‘Kurga. Support Gakein. Gakein, I’ll lend you my power from here on. Focus.’

‘...You’ll lend me your power...?’

Aside from Yuder, none of the other Cavalry members fully understood Kishiar’s ability. Eyes filled with confusion turned toward him.

‘It’ll be difficult, but I need you to use your stealth ability once more. That will be enough. You’ll understand the rest soon.’

Even hearing it, no one knew what he truly intended to do. But there was one thing they all knew for certain:

Kishiar had never once failed to follow through on his word.

They might not understand him—but they could believe him. So both Gakein and Kurga nodded without asking anything further.

‘Understood. I’ll do it.’

Kurga firmly supported Gakein’s weakened body. Gakein, though gasping for breath, stood on his own and began to scrape together every last bit of power left inside him. Trying to manifest a new power while suppressing a rampaging Naham was nearly enough to knock him unconscious, but in the end, he succeeded.

“Urgh...!”

The shadow Gakein summoned was inevitably thinner and smaller than the first. Embarrassed, he lowered his head.

‘I’m sorry. This is... all I can manage...!’

‘You’ve done well. This is more than enough.’

Kishiar praised him and reached out, lightly touching the shadow.

In that moment, Gakein and Kurga felt an overwhelming pressure—different from Naham’s rampage, but no less intense. A massive, yet controlled force was pouring from Kishiar.

‘Ah...!’

An immense power, like the hand of a giant, surged forth and gripped Gakein’s shadow. Gakein instinctively felt fear at the interference in his ability but forced himself to suppress it.

The unstable shadow, initially wavering, began to calm. An invisible force layered over it tightly, binding it down like reinforced structure laid atop a fragile frame.

Gakein’s ragged breathing finally began to ease.

And he understood what Kishiar meant when he said he didn’t need to explain it.

‘This is...’

‘Good. I’m going to move now. Stay with me. This part is crucial.’

Kishiar began to manipulate the shadow, using his repelling and guiding force. The once-small shadow stretched and extended rapidly, rising high above their heads.

After ensuring Gakein could endure the strain, Kishiar exerted his power again.

Like the ribs of a massive umbrella flaring open at once, the enormous shadow fanned out and began to fall in multiple strands.

It was the same stealth technique Gakein had used earlier—but now amplified several dozen times in size.

—KWA-KWA-KWA-KWA-KWA!

The vast black downpour of shadow spread across the sky like a meteor shower, crashing down with stunning precision and beauty.

The resulting shockwave rumbled through the ground.

Though greatly expanded, the shadow infused with Kishiar’s power didn’t tear. It kept growing, swallowing every space it reached. The edge of the veil drove into the earth like a stake, sealing the perimeter.

The rampaging energy Naham had been trying to push outward shrieked in agony as it collided with the boundary.

“Kh...!”

Gakein groaned, clenching his teeth and swallowing down a rush of blood. Despite the unbearable pain, he endured it with a tenacity even Yuder had once acknowledged, holding the rampaging force in place and maintaining cooperation with Kishiar.

Thanks to that, Kishiar was able to cast the shadow barrier far more perfectly and over a wider area than expected. Naham’s energy thrashed and screamed, but it was all useless.

Once the barrier sealed them in, the sleet that had soaked them suddenly stopped. Not because the storm had ended, but because the interior space had been perfectly cut off from the outside world.

The outside was now safe.

But the inside was not.

Within the vast darkness of the shadow barrier, Kishiar could feel Naham’s aura scratching against his skin—thick, sticky, and cold.

The illusion-based energy tried to cloud his senses, clinging to his limbs, whispering and pulling at him.

—My son...

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—Second Prince...

—Your Grace...!

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Fake voices, poised to drag anyone who responded into endless illusion. They bore the faces and tones of those Kishiar cherished—or once cherished—making them all the more seductive.

Kishiar looked at them with cold eyes.

Last time he faced Naham’s power, only Yuder had appeared. But now, it was different. Each figure had a different demeanor—it wasn’t just fear-based manipulation anymore. Naham’s rampage had thrown his illusion ability into complete chaos.

The formless voices repeatedly took shape and vanished, trying anything to seduce Kishiar.

Among them was, of course, the voice most effective against him.

—Commander.

A dim figure with a low, unhurried voice called out from behind him.

—Commander. I...

Just as the figure reached out, about to embrace him from behind, Kishiar closed his eyes and exhaled.

In that moment, power exploded from his body and repelled every illusion. Like a sword slashing through them—utterly without hesitation.

Indistinct screams rang out, then were swept away. A fierce wind blew through. Only after pushing the illusions to their limits did Kishiar reopen his eyes.

Silence.

Not far away, he saw Gakein and Kurga half-collapsed, with Hosanra unconscious on the ground.

“Ugh... Wh-where is this...?”

They had also been affected by the rampant illusions, but after Kishiar’s purge, their minds began to return.

“Are you both alright?”

“Yes. I’m okay.”

“I think... I’ll be alright if I just rest a little...”

Kurga seemed relatively unaffected, but Gakein looked different. Already having spent everything to create the massive shadow veil, and then struck by the hallucinations, he now looked deathly pale.

“Don’t force yourself to move. Your power is central to maintaining this barrier.”

Kishiar laid Gakein down gently to rest and spoke again.

“I’ve repelled most of Naham’s energy from this space, but not all of it. So stay here. Don’t move. I’ll go take a look.”

“But... we can’t let you go alone—”

“I’m not going alone. I’m doing what only I can do.”

Gakein’s power was the source of the barrier trapping both the rampaging Naham and the barely-stabilized Hosanra. He could not be pushed any further. Kurga had to support him to keep it stable. Kishiar, on the other hand, could resist the illusions and move freely using his repelling force. This was the best arrangement.

“Besides, with the impact we just caused, support will likely arrive soo—no.”

Kishiar’s voice trailed off. His brow furrowed slightly.

“...I couldn’t sense it clearly through the illusions, but it seems... someone may have broken into this space. Did you feel it, Gakein?”

“Ah...”

Gakein caught his breath and closed his eyes in focus.

“Yes... I think so. That way... a bit further off... Do you think it’s an enemy?”

“Could be one of ours.”

Even if this was Gakein’s space, it was filled with Naham’s aura, and only stabilized with Kishiar’s help. That made it hard to track.

Kishiar looked at the two tense men and spoke.

“Whoever it is, the rampaging illusions wouldn’t have spared them. We’ll find out soon enough.”

That was how Kishiar had ended up reaching this place.

“That’s how it happened.”

After hearing the full explanation, Yuder let out a short breath. That Kishiar had summed up the entire ordeal with just “a bit of trouble” was, well, very Kishiar.

“That was far more than ‘a bit of trouble.’”

“We haven’t caught Naham completely yet, so ‘a bit’ still fits.”

“It’s a miracle you’re not injured, considering what we’re dealing with.”

Had Yuder arrived even a little later, Kishiar would have gone alone into the heart of Naham’s rampage. Into this pitch-black shadow, surrounded by maddened illusions.

He looked unbothered on the surface, but Yuder’s golden eyes could tell—Kishiar was exhausted.

The space was formed by Gakein, but sustained with Kishiar’s power. Not only that, he was shielding Gakein and Kurga from the inner illusions—and now even shielding Yuder from their effects.

The fact that he was holding up under all that pressure was, honestly, a miracle. His strength and precision were far beyond what any normal human could achieve.

There was no good outcome from letting a rampaging Awakener go on for too long. The longer it dragged on, the worse it became for both sides. They had to resolve this quickly.

To do that...

“I have something to tell you as well. Information about Hosanra and Naham. I °• N 𝑜 v 𝑒 l i g h t •° heard it just before coming here.”