Akira stirred, waking to the soft flicker of firelight, her body feeling as heavy as stone. For a moment, she wondered if she was still trapped inside the seal, enveloped in suffocating darkness. Then she heard the distinct sound of crackling wood—sharp and undeniably real. As she moved, a blanket slipped off her shoulders, and her surroundings started to come into focus. She found herself in a neglected room of a villa, its walls cracked, with a faint light flickering from the hearth in the corner. Someone was approaching. “Easy now,” Kaidën said, stepping into view. His coat was torn, dirt smudged on his face, but his eyes held a steady, watchful gaze. “You were out for hours.” Her throat felt raw and scratchy. “The monster—?” “Sealed. For now,” he replied, placing a cup of water on the low table next to her bed. “But your father said—” He paused, his jaw tightening. “He said it won’t hold forever.” Memories crashed over her like waves—the shadows writhing, the metallic taste
The chamber trembled as the creature clawed its way forward, its limbs scraping against the stone like steel on bone. With every movement, whispers filled the air, trying to worm their way into Akira’s mind, seeking to unravel her. "You belong to us… your blood is our birthright…" Akira pressed her palms to her temples, battling to shut it out. Her shadows flickered uncertainly, caught between obeying and wavering toward the beast. "Akira!" Kaidën’s shout cut through the chaos. He stood firm, sword raised, though his arms trembled from the force of his last strike. "Focus on me. Not it. Me!" Her gaze snapped to him. His voice was the anchor she needed, steady amidst the turmoil. The world narrowed down to the steel in his grip and the fire in his eyes. Her father’s voice followed, firm and commanding. "The binding needs three points. I’ll create the circle. Kaidën—you protect the vessel." "What vessel?" Kaidën shot back, confusion evident. Her father turned to her. "Her." Kai
The room throbbed with an eerie light, pulsing like a heartbeat from deep in the earth. The creature—if that’s what you could even call it—towered over them, its form shifting and writhing as if reality itself couldn’t quite decide how to contain it. Akira’s breathing quickened, shallow and fast. Each one of its countless eyes seemed to bore into her chest, searching her soul. It wants me. Kaidën tightened his grip on his sword, stepping protectively in front of her. His voice was calm and steady, even with the tension crackling in the air. “We go at it together. Don’t hold back.” Her father let out a bitter laugh. “You really think your sword can hurt something older than steel?” Shadows wrapped around him like a protective cloak, trembling under pressure. “Then give us something better,” Kaidën shot back. Without warning, the creature lunged, its arm stretching and morphing like dark liquid, slamming into the chamber. The ground splintered as stones broke apart. Kaidën shoved
Chapter 38 – The Thing That Shouldn’t Wake The fissure widened, glowing veins of light spreading across the chamber floor. The whispers grew louder, overlapping until they pressed against Akira’s skull like knives. She gripped her temples and staggered. “Kaidën…” Her voice trembled. “It’s inside my head.” “I know,” he said through clenched teeth, pulling her behind him. “I can hear it too. It’s like it’s—chewing at my thoughts.” Her father lifted his hand, shadows twisting like frantic serpents around his arm. But this time, they weren’t under his control—they recoiled, trembling, as if terrified of what was rising. “No,” he hissed. “Not again.” The light blazed and then shattered into fragments. From the chasm below, a figure appeared—initially just a warped silhouette. Its body flickered between flesh and shadow, its face shifting and blurred, as if it couldn’t decide what it was meant to be. Dozens of eyes opened across its form, blinking in a horrifying, synchronized manner.
The air shattered like thunder as Kaidën’s sword collided with the shadowy spear. The impact shook the chamber, sending shockwaves rippling across the floor. Dust and bits of stone cascaded down, stinging Akira’s skin. Her father’s power was suffocating, every blow infused with ages of cruelty and cleverness. Kaidën pushed back, fueled by sheer grit, but every clash forced him backward, his feet dragging against the stone as if the ground was resisting him. Akira's breath hitched. Inside her, she felt the hunger still clawing away, begging for release, whispering that just one surge of her power could end this battle in seconds. Just one choice, one act of surrender—that’s all it would take. “Don’t even think about it,” Kaidën shouted, catching her eye as he parried another strike. His voice strained, but his gaze was fierce. “If you give in, he wins. Stay with me!” Her father sneered. “He’ll die for you, Akira. And when he does, it’ll shatter you, leaving only me to pick up the
The room shook as shadows grew thicker, engulfing the air around them. The ceiling creaked under the strain, cracks spreading like veins through the stone above. Akira’s heart raced in her ears, matching the turmoil brewing inside her chest. Her father stood firm amid the chaos, arms wide open as if inviting the destruction. “Can you feel it?” he yelled above the din. “The hunger, the power? That’s not your enemy, Akira. That’s who you are.” “No,” she spat, pressing her palms to her temples. The whispers were starting to eat away at her sanity, voices weaving through her mind with promises she was too scared to embrace. Take him. End him. End them all. We’ll give you strength. Kaidën cut through another wave of shadows, the blade of his sword glowing faintly with the runes carved into its steel. He was wounded, breathing hard, but his voice sliced through the chaos. “Akira! Focus on me. Don’t let him get inside your head.” She felt her knees weaken under the weight pulling at h