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Chapter 202. Toward the Fallen Banner.
The morning was gray when Kirin left the camp. The air carried no birdsong, no warmth of sunlight, only the faint smell of smoke that clung to everything like an old scar. He didn’t wait for farewells, and didn’t give anyone the chance to stop him. His body was still aching, but the ache was nothing compared to the gnawing shame in his chest.Walking felt too slow. He was no longer a crippled boy who could only stumble forward and pray. His cultivation had already broken past those chains. He was in the Soul Nascent Realm now, and his body thrummed with energy like a furnace that refused to cool.So he ran.The world bent to him as he moved, the dirt roads cracking beneath his steps, the wind tearing at his clothes. His breath never faltered. Each stride carried him farther than most horses could manage. His soul expanded outward as he moved, stretching far, covering valleys and ridges. Every ripple of life and death within kilometers flickered through his mind like stars across a dar
Chapter 201. Four Days in Crimson.
The world shook as if it were being ripped apart at its seams.On the first day, when Kirin was carried unconscious from the battlefield, Vael and three other cultivators of equal rank, men and women whose names carried weight across Malakar, all rose to stand against the being that had stepped through the red portal.All four of them were Late Domain Realm, warriors who had long surpassed the boundary where mortal and divine blurred. In any other battle, their combined strength would have shaken kingdoms, levelled sects, and rewritten the balance of power. But here, before the Demon Lord of the Red Door, their might felt like sparks before a wildfire.On the first day.The Demon Lord did not attack first. He stood, his crimson aura spreading like a sickness across the battlefield, suffocating armies miles away. His gaze swept over them, and the air itself seemed to scream.Vael struck first, black gold flames erupting from his hands, a river of fire that could sear through mountains.
Chapter 200: Echoes of Retreat.
The camp smelled of herbs, smoke, and blood. Not the fresh metallic tang of battle, but the heavy, lingering odor that clung to bandages and half boiled poultices. Kirin lay still at first, breathing slowly, forcing his body to obey him after the foolishness that had nearly cost him everything. His ribs ached like they had been broken and hammered back into place, and every muscle throbbed with exhaustion.The healers had done what they could, but their knowledge was limited. It was his own Qi that worked deeper, coiling through cracked bones and torn veins, knitting the damage back together. He sat cross legged on a thin mat, sweat beading on his brow, as black lightning pulsed faintly from his skin before receding inward.Two days. That was all it had taken. Two days of silence, pain, and steady meditation. By the end of the second night, his strength had returned enough for him to stand and walk the perimeter of the camp without staggering. His body still bore bruises like blackene
Chapter 199. Whispers of Survival.
Kirin woke to the smell of smoke and herbs. His eyelids felt as heavy as stone, and when he tried to lift his body, a sharp pain stabbed through every bone and muscle. The world was blurry,, shadows moving in the dim light of a fire, the sound of hushed voices, and the faint dripping of water somewhere close.It took him several breaths to realize he wasn’t on the battlefield anymore. He was lying on a rough bed of straw and hides, a thin blanket thrown across his battered body. His chest ached as though it had been split in two, his arms and legs felt weighed down with chains, and every time he inhaled, he could taste blood at the back of his throat.When his vision finally steadied, he saw the outlines of people around him. Soldiers, their armor dented and scorched. Peasants, dirty and trembling but alive. And an old man with a crooked back and trembling hands, grinding herbs into paste beside a dim lantern. The healer’s face was lined with wrinkles, but his eyes were sharp, focused
Chapter 198. Shadows Against a Titan.
Kirin could barely breathe. His chest felt like a cavern of shattered glass, every attempt to draw air dragging pain through broken ribs. His body wouldn’t move no matter how much his spirit screamed at it to rise.The crater around him smoked, earth still trembling from the single flick of the Demon Lord’s finger. He had poured everything into that attack, Qi, chaos energy, every shred of lightning his cursed blood would give him and in return he had been cast down like a ragdoll.“Run, boy,” Vael’s voice still echoed in his ears. Sharp. Cutting. A truth Kirin hated but could not deny.Hands grabbed him. Soldiers, maybe mercenaries, he couldn’t tell. Their voices shouted over the storm:“Get him out of here!”“He’s alive... barely!”“Move before the Lord notices!”Kirin wanted to resist. His pride howled against the indignity of being dragged away like some wounded child. But when he tried to lift his arm, only a whimper escaped his throat. His strength was gone. His body wasn’t his
Chapter 197. A Fool’s Strike.
The storm above Hollow Ridge screamed with crimson lightning, its jagged bolts tearing across the corrupted sky. The Demon Lord’s shadow stretched like a living wound, staining the battlefield beneath him in hues of red and black. His presence pressed down on Malakar as though the entire realm had been shoved beneath an ocean of molten iron.And still... Kirin’s heart refused to bow.He stood at the ridge, lightning flickering around his shoulders like restless serpents, his hands clenched into fists. His blood pounded in his ears, louder than the cries of soldiers, louder than the horns of war. Every memory surged within him, the chains in the underworld, the screams of betrayal, the humiliation of weakness, the years of being called cursed, useless, unwanted. And now, standing face to face with the monster who had scarred his soul, he could not wait.'I’ve trained. I’ve bled. I’ve broken myself to stand here. I won’t just watch.'Without a single word of warning, Kirin moved.The ri
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