Shadowblade:Rise of the Outcast

10:

Heavy, far and deep voice, touching his consciousness. In an instant, Kael no longer sat on a stone, but stood in the black field, the gray sky spinning like a whirlpool of dreams. 

In front of him stood a tall silver-haired man, wearing a tattered war robe. The man's eyes were like a embers in fog. On his back, a giant sword depends - a sting that is very similar to shadowblade. 

"Who are you?" Kael stepped slowly, his body felt light but full of pressure. 

The man smiled faintly. "I am a shadow of the past ... but more than that, I am your blood. I am your father, Vaeren Draven, Commander of the darkness of the dragon slaughtering clan."

Kael was stunned. "You - my father? But they said you died decades ago ... was eliminated by the gods ..."

"God?" Vaeren snorted. "They are not gods. They are just eternal cultivators who call themselves the ruler of the seventh heaven. They destroy our clan for fear."

Kael gritted his teeth. "Because our strength is too big?"

"No. Because we know the truth."

Vaeren stepped closer. The sound of the wind like a whisper of millions of spirits was heard in the distance. 

"You have opened one door, Kael. Shadow Essence that you have ... is part of our legacy. But that power does not only bring power - he carries a curse. If you don't master it, he will control you."

Kael looked down. "I feel ... sometimes my mind disappears. The voices whispered to me."

"That is a trace of ancient shadows. The creatures from the time before the world were born. Shadowblade is the key and prison at the same time."

"Then ... what should I do?"

Vaeren looked at him sharply. 

"Practice. Strengthen your soul. And most importantly - do not believe in fake gods. They will take you to a deeper abyss than hell."

The sky began to crack. The white light pierced the dark horizon, and Vaeren's voice began to disappear with the fog. 

"Kael ... when the time comes, you will choose. Revenge ... or redemption. I can't tell you the right path. But our blood ... never submits."

"Boom!"

Kael woke up with a jumped body. His breath was gasped, his body was wet with sweat. He looked at his hand - faintly still dancing on his surface, but immediately disappeared. 

The sky is still night. He dreamed. 

___

The atmosphere of the dark sky sect changed drastically after the Kael duel with senior students. The news that new students managed to activate the power of darkness and defeat the core members spread as fast as fire burned reeds. 

But admiration did not walk alone - he was accompanied by fear. 

"He ... he shouldn't be able to do that!"

"I see for myself, the shadow wrapped his body like a living creature!"

"This goes beyond ordinary cultivation techniques. This is ... Satan!"

Kael was called to the main hall. The faces of the elders of the sect looked at him sharply, as if they were about to dissect themselves with only vision. 

Elder Morven, an elder in blood red, stomping his stick. 

"Your strength is too dangerous," he said flatly. "Not even two weeks you are here, and you've made all the sect restless."

"I'm just defending myself," Kael said coldly. 

"Right. And with the power that even core students do not have," interrupted the other elders, Elder Xian. "Your strength does not belong to this world."

Without much debate, the decision was handed down. 

"Kael Draven, you will be jailed in the shadow valley for seven days. A test and restraint at once. If you lose control ... then the cliff will call you."

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Shadow valley is not an ordinary prison. It is a dimensional gap below the sect, a negative energy place accumulated for hundreds of years. There, there was no sun, there was no sky-only dark fog and crazy whispers. 

Kael was thrown in by two sect guards. "Brakk!" His body hit a hard stone. 

"Happy surviving, monsters," said one of them while laughing bitterly. 

The iron door closed. Clang's voice! echoed long. Kael stood up, watching the surroundings. The gray fog crept between the debris and the roots sticking out of the ground such as the corpse's hand. 

In the distance, vague voices began to be heard. 

"Kael ... you want more strength, right?"

"Let go of control ... let us come in ..."

Kael closed his eyes. The shadow essence reacts loudly, like joy. The black aura slowly enveloped his body. 

But he took a deep breath. Trying to remember his father's voice in a dream. 

"If you don't master that power, he will control you."

Suddenly, shadow creatures emerged from fog. The creature is not certain - like poisonous smoke with fangs and bright red eyes. 

"GRUAAAAHH !!"

Kael crashed back. "Ugh!" Blood gushed from his mouth. He stood with difficulty, then stared intently. 

"Shut up."

Shadowblade appeared in his hand, as if answering his anger. Instantly, a dark aura exploded from his body. 

"You want to enter me?"

Kael smiled cruelly. "Please try."

---

On the surface, the elders monitored through the spiritual mirror. Some of them began to feel the fear they could not explain. 

Elder Morven murmured, "If he lasts seven days ... maybe he is not just a student. He is a weapon that cannot be controlled."

And at the bottom of the prison, Kael knelt down, his body was lined up ... But in his eyes, the fire of resistance was brighter than before. 

"I will not fall. I will not submit. I ... not anyone's tool."