All Chapters of The Cult's Failed Summoning: Chapter 11
- Chapter 13
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Chapter 11: First Experiment
Boros woke as warm arms wrapped around him from behind. Yelan pressed against his back, her hands resting forward over his chest, holding him gently. Her voice was soft, still laced with exhaustion. “You didn’t get any sleep.” Boros replied calmly, “It appears so.” Yelan shifted slightly, her breath warm against his shoulder. “What are you planning to do today?” Boros let out a slight chuckle, the sound low and filled with dark promise. “Create life.”The procession moved through the torchlit corridor. Men and women in rags, bound at the wrists by iron chains, shuffled forward in a single file, their hollow eyes fixed on the stone floor. Cult members in dark robes flanked them on either side, wordless and efficient, herding the prisoners the way a shepherd herds livestock.At the front of it all stood Stone, the Overseer.He stood just inside the entrance of the Head Priest's laboratory, lips moving faintly as he count
Chapter 12: Ouroboric Transmutation
He went to work smoothly, making a swift, precise incision to examine the internal structure with quiet, detached curiosity.Moving systematically down through the torso, he mapped out the anatomy with clinical efficiency, carefully examining each structure he encountered. The subject remained stubbornly, indifferently alive.By the time he finished, his white coat was still pristine, but his gloves were soaked through with dark red. He straightened, stepping back from the table, and raised both hands before his face.He stared at them.For just a moment—barely a second, like a light flickering in a storm—his hands changed. The gloves dissolved. The skin beneath rippled and shifted, the fingers elongating, the surface losing its human texture entirely before snapping back into shape. Clean gloves. Unmarked skin. As if the blood had never been.He lowered his hands.Boros looked back at the man on the table, who, against all reaso
Chapter 13: Breakthrough
Boros stroked his chin slowly, turning the word over in his mind the way a jeweler turns a stone under light."I'll have to look into the alchemy of this world," he said, almost to himself."You can't just shake off my question."Yelan had moved. She was standing directly in front of him now, arms unfolded, chin lifted — close enough that most people would have felt the pressure of her presence.Boros looked at her.The full weight of whatever was behind those eyes landed on her without apology. Yelan almost took a step back. Almost."For someone who didn't recognize what I just did," Boros said evenly, "you're being awfully persistent."She turned her head to the side. Just enough to break the line of his gaze, finding something else in the room to look at."Your appearance is different from the rest, but I don't plan to question you about your past," Boros continued, his tone unreadable. "But don't overstep your boundaries; most things are beyond your comprehension."A beat of silen