Vampire: World of Blood-Chapter 165: Full Power Merciless II

The crimson sun hovered ominously in the sky, its gravitational pull now focused not on the world around it, but on the Aristaeus queen and her seven elite warriors. The energy that radiated from the tiny orb was no mere physical force—it was far more dangerous, far more precise. It reached deep into their very essence, locking onto the genetic material that made up their physical bodies.

The queen, regal and composed, felt the shift first. Her flesh seemed to tremble under the weight of the force, but not through external pressure. It was as if her cells were being called, one by one, to the singularity in the sky.

Her Lanca, the subjective energy unique to her kind, flared to life around her. But for the first time in a long time, she felt no relief, no reassurance from her power.

"This isn’t just a gravitational pull."

She muttered in the Aristaeus language, her eyes narrowing as her Lanca reached out to feel the scope of the force.

"It’s targeting us... on a biological level."

Only the queen herself would be able to realize this as she and Merciless were not so different in that scope.

Only a biopath of great renown could spot biological nonsense at a glance, and these two were certainly at that level.

Valdex, one of the elite warriors beside her, scowled. His own Lanca, an esoteric energy based on controlling vibrations, rippled outward in an attempt to disrupt the force pulling at his body. The air around him shimmered as reality itself around him seemed to bend in response to his energy.

"Then we break it."

Valdex growled, his voice filled with determination.

"If it’s targeting our biology, we can resist it with our subjective energy."

He concentrated, tapping into his Lanca—the unique energy that flowed through him like a cosmic melody. Using the principles of resonance, Valdex began to adjust the vibrations within his cells, trying to create a balance against the strong pull of the singularity.

Every cell in his body was alive with energy, vibrating at its own frequency. Valdex focused on this natural rhythm, casting a Magika spell to strengthen his form by reinforcing the bonds holding his cells together.

With each pulse of energy, he created a protective wave, designed to push back against the gravitational force threatening to tear him apart.

The air around him shimmered with a faint silver glow, symbolizing the energy of his lanca as his silver eyes grew brighter, and the connection between his focused mind and the powerful energy surrounding him.

For a brief moment, he felt he could hold himself together against the chaos closing in.

But as the pull of the crimson sun grew stronger, Valdex realized the limits of his power. The singularity was not just an external force; it was a fundamental shift in reality itself.

The vibrations he had summoned were overwhelmed, becoming chaotic and ineffective against the immense force pressing down on him.

In an instant, the carefully woven energy he had created fell apart, his efforts to stay intact dissolving like mist in the wind.

Valdex felt his body begin to break down, each atom drifting away from the others, as he was being broken apart unable to escape as his atoms fell into the singularity.

Ralphi, another elite among the warriors, felt the pulse of his Lanca surge through him—a mineral energy so potent it vibrated with the resonance of the earth itself.

His body shimmered as he tapped into this power, distorting around him like a mirage in the heat of battle.

"This is a mistake."

He growled, his voice echoing with the weight of his determination.

"Whoever this fool is, they underestimate what it means to face the Aristaeus."

With fierce intent, Ralphi focused on his unique Lanca, channeling its mineral essence into a physical manifestation. He envisioned the ground beneath him, a network of crystalline structures and deep-rooted minerals, and drew upon that energy, summoning jagged shards of crystalline power that floated around him like a protective barrier.

As he concentrated, the air crackled with electric tension. The crystalline formations began to pulse with vibrant colors, each hue resonating with the frequencies of the earth, as brown energy began to surround him, and similar to Valdex his eyes glowed a menacing brown.

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He drew the energy up from the ground to the sky, feeling it surge through his veins, and unleashed it outward in a chaotic display of shimmering light.

The ground trembled beneath him as he attempted to weave the mineral energy into a protective cocoon, an intricate lattice designed to shield his biological essence from the subjective singularity’s relentless pull.

The mineral energy twisted and whirled around him, creating a beautiful yet jagged barrier. Ralphi felt the energy harmonizing with his resolve, and for a brief moment, he believed he could withstand the gravitational force drawing him toward annihilation.

The shards of crystal glimmered with potential, reflecting the cosmos, as if he were channeling the very heartbeat of the earth itself.

Yet, as the crimson sun’s pull intensified, Ralphi soon realized the limitations of his power. The singularity made all his cells phase through the pointless barrier he made.

"What the hell is this..... how..... my barriers protect from massive black holes at the center of galaxies stopping any form of spaghettification... How... why... WHY ISN’T IT WORKING!!?"

He said his attention turning to their queen.

The queen, however, wasn’t so sure. As the pull increased, she felt her very DNA start to stretch.

It wasn’t just her body—it was the building blocks of her life, her very essence, being slowly, agonizingly drawn toward the crimson sun.

"Fucking idiot, like I said this isn’t an attack meant to destroy us."

She said, her voice sharp with realization.

"It’s an extraction of sorts, look around you, why isn’t other forms of matter being pulled it, simple, it targets all organic life that is of the flesh... It’s pulling us apart—piece by piece... because it is subjective all the power is being concentrated to pull that and only that."

The elites looked at her, confusion momentarily flashing in their eyes.

"Extraction?"

Valdex hissed, trying to hold his form together with the sheer force of his Lanca.

"What kind of madness is this?!"

"Yes, it’s going for our genetic code."

she clarified, her voice grim but her worry was not yet evident

"He’s not trying to kill us—he’s pulling us into something else. This was clearly us underestimating the enemy, I knew he was a biopath like myself, but I had no idea he was this powerful."

As if to confirm her words, the force from the crimson sun intensified, its gravitational pull honing in on the biological fabric of their existence.

Their flesh, their bones, and even their DNA began to unravel, strand by strand, towards the singularity.

Valdex screamed in defiance, his vibration energy erupting outward in a desperate attempt to fight back once more.

The vibrations distorted the air, but the crimson sun remained unaffected. Instead, it absorbed his power, or rather the flesh being drawn in piece by piece his power followed it as well, nullifying the effect like it was nothing.

"AGHHAGHHHHAAAAAAAA!!!...

Ralphi, still fighting, sneered as his Lanca clashed with the force.

"Is there no way out of this?"

But the queen shook her head.

"No, it’s too late. He’s not trying to kill us—this force is pulling us into his domain like those goddamn Hexxas... it feels like it is similar to what they can do unless we kill the attacker, I don’t think there is much we can do."

Said the queen to Valdex who was only an upper torso at this moment.

Valdar’s eyes widened in shock.

"His domain?! You mean this intruder is like a Hexxa."

The queen just nodded and responded back.

"How else do you think he managed to pull us here by force, Hexxas is a spawn species that can do things with a finite amount of energy that would normally require an infinite amount of energy to even pull off or maintain."

"I have been watching the intruder for a while now, he reminds me too much of damn Hexxas."

"What the fu...

Before he could finish, the force of the Crimson Dawn overwhelmed him. His body, or what remained of it started to unravel, the molecular structure of his flesh breaking apart as his genetic material was condensed into a single point.

His form stretched toward the crimson sun like a puppet being pulled apart at the seams.

"Valdex!"

One of the elites shouted, reaching out to him, but the pull was relentless. Valdex’s scream was swallowed by the red orb, his existence dissolving into the singularity.

Merciless’ voice suddenly echoed across the landscape, though the Aristaeus couldn’t understand his words. It was a language none of them recognized, alien and ancient. But the tone carried a sense of cruel amusement, like a predator toying with its prey.

"You are all merely a test—a way for me to understand the limits of this power."

Merciless mused, his voice smooth, condescending.

"Your resistance is... irrelevant. This force isn’t about dominance or power. It’s about precision, about pulling apart your very existence on a molecular level."

The queen’s eyes flared with anger. She couldn’t understand his words, but she knew not the meaning behind them.

And Merciless knew this, to mock them, he used a new language he just made on the fly, and no one but him understood this language.

"I swear to god im going to kill, rape, and eat this bastard.... his offspring should prove extremley compatible with mine."

Her body began to stretch toward the crimson sun as well, her flesh unraveling into the singularity.

"We need to hold together!"

She commanded her elites, but even she knew it was futile. The force pulling them wasn’t something they could resist with sheer power.

Ralphi growled, his Lanca flaring one final time.

"I won’t go without a fight!"

But even his power, as immense as it was, couldn’t stop the inevitable. His form, like the others, was pulled into the singularity, disappearing into the crimson sun.

The queen felt her final strands of DNA being drawn toward the orb.

".....GRHHHHH.... I swear, I am going to kill these intruders."

And with that, her body disintegrated, the genetic material that made her who she was condensing into the crimson sun.

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The queen and her elites found themselves floating aimlessly in a void—no stars, no cosmic wind, not even a vacuum to give them direction.

For beings capable of seeing the flow of energy on a cosmic scale, this emptiness was unsettling. Their minds reached out instinctively, searching for any energy threads to grasp. Usually, they could perceive the faintest shifts in reality: gravity wells from distant planets, the quantum fluctuations that knitted space-time together.

But here? There was absolutely nothing.

No energy. No matter. Not even concepts to anchor their abilities.

"What is this place?"

Glia one of the elites muttered telepathically to the others. Her voice carried an edge of disbelief.

The queen furrowed her brow, her sharp, otherworldly eyes narrowing as she tried to comprehend their situation. It felt unnatural, to say the least.

There was a nagging sensation at the edge of her consciousness, something hierarchical, as though the space they were trapped in operated on a bizarre set of rules.

This void wasn’t bound by the natural laws they knew, yet they could tell it had limits—fragile ones.

One of the elites, Valdex to be precise stepped forward.

His subjective energy allowed him to manipulate the intangible waves of sound, light, and even spacetime itself via the resonance of vibrations, warping them in ways that defied conventional physics.

In the chaos of the universe, his power was akin to a scalpel, cutting through the fabric of existence with precision.

He extended his hand, spreading his Lanca energy outward in all directions. The subtle vibrational pulses fanned out from him like ripples in a pond, testing the boundaries of this void.

He expected some resistance, perhaps the pull of a distant force or the flicker of cosmic strings in the distance.

Instead, his energy met nothing but endless emptiness—until, quite suddenly, it breached.

A tear appeared in the void, revealing a massive forest just beyond the boundary of nothingness. Towering trees, gnarled and ancient, stood still as monoliths under a dark, swirling sky.

The moment the breach occurred, the vibrational energy surged out of control, expanding and shattering the boundary further. The forest beyond the void was revealed in its entirety, stretching out as far as their eyes could see.

"How strange."

Valdex thought.

"It feels infinite… but it isn’t, yet it is."

Then they heard him once again.

Merciless’ voice reverberated through the void, but not in a language any of the Aristaeus could comprehend.

It was as though he spoke in some primordial tongue, a language newly birthed, or long loss, raw and unrefined. The queen and her elites strained to make sense of the sounds, but to no avail. Still, they could feel the intent behind his words, and it chilled them to the bone.

"Thank you for being my test subjects."

Merciless said in that alien tongue, his voice calm, almost amused.

The queen shot a glance toward her elite warriors. Their confusion mirrored her own. They could not understand what he was saying, yet Merciless was speaking freely, as if their incomprehension only made this all the more entertaining for him. His voice was everywhere at once, surrounding them, penetrating the void, and echoing in their minds.

"This void is nothing but a drop in the ocean of my Prime Source."

He continued, casually explaining his abilities like a child showing off their toys, knowing damn well they can’t comprehend.

"An infinite, yet also finite droplet of nothingness to subjective beings of chaos above me in power that is, devoid of concepts, matter, and energy. An infinite prison for those too weak to break out. But you guys...

His voice deepened, almost impressed.

"Well, you guys are exceptions."

The Lanca warrior’s face twisted in frustration as he realized Merciless was addressing them, but mocking them in a way they couldn’t grasp.

"You broke through because your essence, your strength, recognized this place as finite. Even in a realm of infinite nothingness, your stronger existence allowed you to find an escape via a means to breach... as that is a flaw imposed upon me, but this is good, I just wanted to see how fragile this weakness of mine really is."

What they didn’t know though, was that Merciless wasn’t talking ot them, rather he was monologuing to himself, he was writing down this information in his codex as he was studying these creatures, and also himself in turn.

For that reason alone, he made up a new language only he knew, as this fight was literally a school day for Merciless to educate himself further. For that reason, and that reason alone, he was about to unleash his full power, to truly see the limits of this current mastery.

Merciless paused as if relishing in the irony to himself, as the sound of his writing or his quil on paper could also be heard in the background.

"But that’s the thing about chaos, isn’t it? You creatures of entropy—beings who defy the order of the Unwoven, destroying and corrupting wherever you go; for discord is your nature—you’re not bound by the laws of the tree in the natural sense rather, you lots are under your own parent chaos that being the Originators."

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