All Chapters of The Sovereign’s Shadow: Awakening the Primordial Void: Chapter 1
- Chapter 10
69 chapters
The Scumbag’s Shadow
The sun beat down on the town square, but it didn't feel warm. To Kaelen, the light felt like a spotlight on his failures. He stood at the very back of the line, his shoulders hunched, trying to make himself small. His shirt was filled with lots of patches and thin threads. A heavy hand slammed into his shoulder, sending a jolt of pain through his thin frame. "Move back, scum," the guard growled. The man’s armor was polished so bright it hurt to look at. "The elite families are coming through. Clear the path for people who actually matter." Kaelen stumbled back into the sand. He didn't argue. He had learned long ago that his voice carried no weight in a place like this. He simply watched as the noble children marched past, their robes heavy with beautiful, well Crafted silk and gold, their faces clean and full of a future he couldn't imagine. At the center of the square sat the Mana Ball. It was a clear, haunting sphere that seemed to breathe with a light of its own. It was the ju
Dying to Live
The roar of the Bone Crusher demon was so loud that Kaelen’s ears started to ring. He pressed his back against the the sealed door, his fingers searching for a handle, a crack, or anything that could give him a way out. There was nothing. "Why is this happening?" Kaelen whispered, his voice shaking. "It was supposed to be rats. Just rats and slimes." The small shadow beast at his feet was no longer whining. It had gone completely still, pressed against Kaelen’s ankle. Its tiny body was shivering so hard that Kaelen could feel it through his trousers. The demon took another step forward. The axe in its hand scraped against the floor, It wasn't in a hurry. It knew Kaelen had nowhere to go. "Caspian," Kaelen said, the name tasting like poison in his mouth. He remembered the way Caspian had looked at him in the guild hall. He remembered the smug grin and the bag of gold. It all made sense now. They didn't just want him to fail; they wanted him erased. An E-Rank dying in a dungeo
The Silent Years
Kaelen woke up on the hard ground. He didn't know how long he had been asleep, but his body felt like it had been crushed under a mountain. Every time he moved, his skin felt like it was being pulled apart. The black veins on his arms were still there, pulsing with a dim, dark light. "Get up," a voice said. It wasn't a sound in the room. It was Erebos, speaking directly into the back of Kaelen's mind. The voice was cold and had no pity. "I can't," Kaelen wheezed. He tried to push himself up, but his arms shook and he fell back down. "Everything hurts. I think I'm dying." "You already died," Erebos said with a dry laugh. "I brought you back. Now, stand on your feet. There is a beast coming from the shadows. If you don't kill it, it will eat what is left of you, and I will have to find a new host." Kaelen forced his eyes open. The dungeon was different now. The walls were wet and covered in a thick moss. The air felt heavy. He could hear a scratching sound coming from the dark
The Ghost in the Cloak
(4 years Later) Kaelen walked out of the dungeon, light was the first thing that hit him. It was too bright, and it hurt his eyes. Kaelen stood at the mouth of the cave, squinting at a world he hadn't seen in four years. The air smelled just like how he remembered. He pulled his heavy black cloak tighter around his shoulders. The cloak was tattered at the bottom, stained with the blood of things that didn't have names, but it was thick enough to hide the man he had become. Under the dark cloth, his body was filled with muscles, his skin marked by the ink-colored veins that never went away. He bad become a different man. "It’s too quiet out here," Kaelen whispered. His voice was gravelly, a sound he barely recognized. "That is because nothing is trying to kill you for once," Erebos said in his mind. The beast sounded bored. "Go on. Walk. I want to see if they still smell like fear." Kaelen began to walk. He felt like a stranger in his own skin. As he reached the main road le
The Curse of Slumber
Kaelen didn't wait for the guards to recover. As the crowd began to scream and scramble away, he turned on his heel and walked. He didn't run. He didn't need to. “That's it, runaway little boy, you are good at it.” Caspian shouted, Kaelen kept shut, just walking away. "You should have killed him," Erebos hissed in his mind. The beast sounded hungry, his voice scraping against Kaelen’s thoughts. "The blond one. I could feel his heart fluttering like a trapped bird. One squeeze, Kaelen. That's all it would have taken." "Not yet," Kaelen whispered. "I have to find Elara." He left the music and everything behind, he can't lie to himself that he was not hurt—hid heart feels shattered but he will show all of them, they should sit back and watch. He walked toward the edge of town, where the houses grew smaller and the roads were dirty. The air here was always choked. He reached his house. It looked worse than he remembered. The roof was sagging, and the door was hanging by a sing
Shattering the Status Quo
The lobby of the Mage Association was filled with light and the sound of chattering voices. High-ranking mages walked around in expensive robes, they looked crazily rich, their chests out, their heads held high. In the center of the hall, a crowd had gathered around a large, raised platform. On top of it sat a new Mana Ball, larger and clearer than the one in the town square. "Make way! Make way for Lord Caspian!" a voice shouted. Kaelen stood at the edge of the room, his tattered black cloak pulled tight. Through the gaps in the crowd, he saw Caspian and Mila. Caspian was wearing fresh armor, and he looked like a man who owned the world. Mila was at his side, her hand tucked into his arm, looking at the mages with a wide, fake smile. "He’s going for a re-evaluation," someone whispered nearby. "They say his Golden Lion has grown twice its size since the East Woods incident." Caspian stepped up to the platform. He looked at the administrator, a middle-aged man with thin gl
The Assassin’s Eye
The gold Kaelen had brought back from the deep dungeons was a lot, and it opened doors that had been slammed in his face for years. He didn't go back to that rusted house. He found a high-end inn on the edge of the merchant district. The floors were covered in soft rugs, and the bed was filled with feathers. But as he sat on the edge of the mattress, Kaelen realized he couldn't sleep. The silence was too loud. For four years, his ears had been tuned to the sound of monsters breathing in the dark. "It’s a waste of coin," Erebos grumbled in his mind. "You’re sitting on a soft bed like a king, but you’re still holding your breath like a rat." "I'm not used to being safe," Kaelen whispered. "Safe?" Erebos laughed. "You’re never safe. Look at the window." Kaelen didn't move his head, but his eyes shifted. The curtains were closed, but a tiny sliver of moonlight was cutting through the gap. Suddenly the light changed direction, into his room. A cold presence filled the room. It
The Prophecy of the Destroyer
The valley was quiet, but inside the new house, the air felt heavy and thick. Kaelen hadn't let Lyra leave as easily as he’d planned. He had caught her, but still could not shake the feeling in him, is she dense or just slow to think? Now, he had her pinned against the wall of the main room. His hand wasn't on her throat, but it was pressed hard against the wood right next to her head. The black veins on his arm were pulsing, casting a faint light on her silver hair. Kaelen’s head recoiled slightly as he looked at her, his eyes searching her violet depths for a lie. He opened his mouth to speak, but for a moment, the words wouldn't come. He felt a lump forming in his throat, a mix of the years of misery he had endured and the sudden horror of what she was saying. "You followed me all the way here," Kaelen said. His voice sounded croaky and scratchy "Why? What is the exact reason your clan wants you to kill me?" Lyra didn't struggle. She looked up at him with those piercing eye
The Three-Headed Breach
Kaelen’s eyes widened. “What the hell is that?” The beast looked like someone had taken three different monsters and stitched them together out of hatred. Its body resembled a giant hound, but swollen and malformed. Thick black fur clung unevenly to rotting grey flesh. Three heads protruded from its shoulders, each connected by bands of metal and glowing wire that pulsed with flowing mana. One head resembled a wolf. Another looked reptilian, its jaw lined with crooked needle-like teeth. The last was the worst. It looked almost human. Its skin was stretched too tightly over bone, lips torn open permanently in a grin. Green mana pulsed through the wires binding the heads together. “Move!” Lyra shouted. The human-like head opened its mouth first. The roar that erupted wasn’t normal sound. It was force. BOOOOM! The walls cracked instantly. Kaelen felt the pressure hit him like a hammer. The windows shattered outward. Dust rained from the ceiling as the valley house groaned unde
The Dying Confession
Moonlight stretched across the broken remains of the house in pale silver lines. Pieces of frozen chimera flesh still littered the ground like shattered statues, slowly melting into black sludge. The smell of blood and burnt mana hung thick in the night air. Kaelen stood motionless near the corpse of the beast. His breathing had finally steadied, but the pain beneath his skin remained. The black veins along his arms pulsed faintly beneath the moonlight. Lyra watched him carefully. She could feel the change in him now more clearly than before. Kaelen flexed his trembling fingers once. Then his eyes narrowed. “Someone’s still here.” Lyra stiffened immediately. “What?” Kaelen slowly turned his head toward the treeline surrounding the valley. Darkness stretched between the trees like an endless wall. The cold mountain wind brushed through the branches softly. But Kaelen heard it. A heartbeat trying desperately to stay quiet. His gaze sharpened. “There.” The moment the