Turning-Chapter 850

After a pause, Kishiar looked up at the rifts and spoke again.

“If Aton and the enemy’s goal is to unbalance the world and summon chaos, then the more that balance is shaken, the more things will appear. Just like how it started with a light sleet, then became hail, and finally the rifts emerged.”

Listening to Kishiar’s calm enumeration, Yuder mentally traced the timeline of today’s events, matching them to the manifestations of abnormality.

When the funeral began, the sleet had been light—barely enough to notice. It had begun to worsen significantly around the time Naham and the Sage first clashed. The moment the sky darkened and winds rose to storm levels seemed to coincide with Kishiar interfering with Gakein’s veil to trap Naham, creating that massive barrier.

And according to Kanna, the hail intensified, and the rifts appeared when Yuder began using his full strength in the fight against Naham.

“I see. Then as long as the balance isn’t shaken further, we may be able to recover from this.”

“I hope so... but.”

Muttering, Kishiar suddenly asked another question.

“Yuder. What do you think is the biggest difference between the time monsters came out of the rift and now?”

“That time, the key that broke the balance was mana—and multiple deaths, almost like sacrifices, especially of Awakeners. This time, we’ve had neither.”

“Right. No one used mana today, and no one has died. But isn’t that just ‘not yet’?”

“...You’re suggesting that if Naham dies, monsters might appear?”

It was possible. There was no certainty in any of this. But after thinking for a moment, Yuder shook his head.

“But Naham’s power has already been almost completely drained. If he were to explode, that’d be another story. But if he simply dies quietly like this, I doubt it would shake the surroundings enough for monsters to pour out of a rift. It’s different from before.”

“Naham isn’t who I meant. I meant Hosanra.”

At that, Yuder’s brow twitched.

“...Right. I forgot about him for a moment. If he regains consciousness and starts rampaging, he’ll die before we can even react. And then...”

Hosanra’s powers had been forcibly triggered last time and were said to be in a state where he couldn’t even move long distances. Even if he started to rampage, he wouldn’t be nearly as destructive as Naham.

But they couldn’t forget that he had once exerted enough strength to shatter Alik’s suppressor. And what if those rifts—already sensitive to the slightest tremor—were triggered by something as small as a drop?

That time, it had been one rift. This time, there were three.

“We’ll have to return.”

Just as Kishiar, clearly thinking the same, turned to move—

Boom.

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A massive, indescribable shift in power surged down. Even in his exhausted state, Yuder’s body responded instinctively to the overwhelming presence.

‘This is...!’

“—It’s Naham!”

The power of a memorable opponent—especially one like Naham, who had just been faced in his rampaging, overwhelming form—was hard to miss.

—Aaargh!

Amid the crashing sound of hail striking the ground, a faint scream echoed through Yuder’s sharpened hearing. Something had clearly gone wrong.

Had sending Mayra been a mistake?

Without a word, Kishiar turned and launched himself forward. Even with Yuder on his back, his movement was swift and unhindered. The mud-slicked ground gave way beneath him as though refusing to hold his steps, but not even the lashing wind could stop him.

An invisible current of power surged around them, pushing them forward. Yuder was concerned that Kishiar was using his ability again, but stayed silent, simply focusing his vision ahead.

After a few leaps, they returned to the area they had just left.

The scene before them was chaos.

A blood-red mass pooled like liquid, energy churning violently, Cavalry members clearly trying to contain it with their powers, Mayra standing in shock in the middle of it all, and a crowd of screaming non-Awakeners.

Just moments ago, there had only been the Cavalry and a few supporters. Who were all these people now?

“Put me down. Kanna!”

Yuder slid from Kishiar’s back and called out to Kanna. She turned, standing near Mayra and shouting orders, blood smeared across her face and body.

“Yuder!”

“What the hell happened?”

“D-Duke Hern is dead! Naham—he killed him!”

Kanna shouted, her voice shaking with terror. Yuder glanced at the red mass behind her and asked, now with a chillingly calm voice:

“What do you mean? Naham killed Duke Hern?”

“While escorting the Princess to speak with Naham, the Duke’s faction must’ve found out where she went. Suddenly, they showed up with people and then...”

‘—Naham. I am Mayra El Hern, First Princess of House Hern.’

Mayra’s voice, transmitted from a distance through the Cavalry, reached Naham. His eyelids, heavy with the weight of impending death, twitched in response.

‘I’d heard of your existence in the past. What I want to say is... I’m sorry. I’m sorry that when I first learned of you, I couldn’t take you away from the family.’