The enormous pair of deep violet eyes that had opened from the darkness of the chasm radiated no overwhelming killing intent.The ancient creature remained perfectly still.An icy chill blanketed the entire underground chamber, locking everything in place, yet no devastating attack came.Those violet eyes slowly lowered, shifting away from Gerry's body before settling completely on the black dagger in his hand.Obsidian Fang reflected the monster's faint purple glow across its blade.The atmosphere suddenly fell silent.The rumbling of the collapsing ruins ceased at once.Even the ten-foot-tall Tomb Guardian, which had been moving aggressively only moments ago, slowly lowered itself to one knee atop the shattered stone.The faceless creature bowed its head deeply in submission before the newly awakened entity.Everyone in the chamber froze.Dozens of yards away, Dandy held his breath, staring at the unbelievable s

Gerry stepped out of the Forbidden Chasm’s cave mouth, his breath ragged. His right hand gripped Magnus’s shoulder tightly, supporting the full weight of the old man, who no longer had the strength to stand. Behind them, the dust from the tomb's collapse still billowed into the air, but the atmosphere on the surface was no less chilling.Magnus was on the verge of death. His skin was a pale, deathly gray, cold to the touch, and his heartbeat had slowed drastically. His decision to burn his remaining strength to trigger the Absolute Chain Release had shattered his internal meridian network completely.Just as Gerry’s boots hit the rocky ground outside the chasm, the digital Vesper interface in his left eye flickered rapidly in deep crimson.[System Warning: Physical Condition of Magnus: Critical.][Meridian Damage Level: 98%. System Organ Failure Imminent.][Estimated Life Expectancy: Less than 24 hours.][Primary Recommendation: Immediately relocate Target to a secure area with high e

[Bloodline Synchronization...][Heir Verification...][3%...]Gerry’s body suddenly stiffened in the center of the old wooden cabin. A sensation of pure, searing heat shot from his forehead, racing rapidly through his veins across his entire body. The Obsidian Fang blade in his right hand vibrated with such intensity that his entire palm felt numb.The world around Gerry seemed to vanish, leaving only Vesper’s voice echoing relentlessly within his consciousness.[Restoring Archives...][Restoring Identity...]Behind the blurring system projections, a faint shadow appeared directly in front of Gerry. A man in a black robe stood with his back to him. The figure’s face was obscured by thick mist, yet his heavy, oppressive voice rang out clearly inside Gerry’s head."If one day you hear my name... Never acknowledge it. Because from that moment on, the entire world will hunt you."CRACK!The shadow shattered like glass struck by a blunt object. Gerry staggered back two steps, clutching his

Gerry was mesmerized by the rows of daggers neatly arranged within the laboratory. He had been reading history books since he was a child, but no historical record mentioned the sophistication of the Astral laboratory.CRASH!A deafening boom shook the entire stone foundation of the secret laboratory. Dust rained down from the concrete ceiling. At the same moment, the hundreds of keris blades embedded in the black altars throughout the hall suddenly hummed in unison.A wave of resonance vibrated violently through the metal. The Obsidian Fang in Gerry’s right hand began to pulse, emitting a chill that cut straight to the bone.However, on the other side of the thick steel door, Kael Draven simply laughed. A low chuckle escaped his throat, slowly growing louder until it echoed through the cliff walls. It wasn't the laughter of a hunter who had lost his prey, but the satisfaction of a man who had finally achieved his life's purpose after decades of waiting.The Sterling executioner soldi

A deafening metallic hum echoed throughout the underground stone hall.Hundreds of black keris daggers, which had been floating in a large circle, slowly began to rotate. Yet, their razorsharp tips were not aimed at Kael Draven, nor were they threatening the weakened, kneeling Magnus, or pursuing the Sterling executioner soldiers.Simultaneously, the hundreds of blades dipped downward, tilting fortyfive degrees to point directly at the one figure standing in the center of the room.Gerry.A suffocating silence instantly blanketed the hall. No one dared to breathe heavily or shift their stance. Magnus even froze in place, his eyes wide, having forgotten how to breathe as he witnessed the mass submission of those legendary weapons.Vesper’s holographic display in Gerry’s left eye projected a constant, deepred warning flash, triggering a throbbing pain in his head.[CRITICAL WARNING.][Artifact Energy Level Exceeds Physical Tolerance Limit.][Synchronization Process Incomplete.][Absolut