Penampakan El Silbon Novels & Stories

So I took a sip of the water in front of me and waited. I had learnt one thing while getting to know Reine. Silence was the best means to get her to talk. Asking a lot of questions would just make her balk and she would never give you the answer you were looking for. It was much easier to wait for her to give you a concrete answer. “I’m sorry. But she wanted to know why I had not told her anything about you. And she saw the ring. Sandra knows everything about me. I couldn’t lie to her and tell her it was love at first sight. She knows me well enough to know it’s not the truth.”

Archon screeched loud enough to scare any civilians off the street. El Silbon stared at the glowing form of the eidolon and shrieked in rage, "I will have what I want. I deserve retribution..." He never got to finish. Theria shouted, "Ga Solais," And a long beam of light flashed from her fingers to El Silbon. The demonic presence moved faster than either of them expected. "I kill you," Silbon shouted while a hand drew a second bone from the tattered burlap sack, "I will add to my collection."

Instead, he adjusted his grip, pulling me flush against his solid side so that we stood together at the very edge of the iron platform, looking down into the boiling volcanic pit below. "The star-silver on your arm can channel the energy, Elara," Silas murmured against my ear, his hot breath brushing my skin, a private, intimate command meant for his queen alone. "And my Void can anchor the blast. We don't try to absorb it. We force the light down into the magma vent before it can reach the sky."

A pulse of light ran through the symbols closest to my body like ripples in water when a stone is dropped. “The stone reacts to body heat,” Silas said without looking up. Calm, casual, like explaining something expected. “It’s luminescent mineral. Common in formations this old. Nothing important.” Perfect lie. Delivered with the ease of someone who had practiced it for weeks. Alaric was twenty meters away, beside a column, speaking with Damián. I saw him turn his head when the runes lit up. Saw him hear Silas’s explanation. Saw his eyes narrow a fraction.

"You no longer have the power of the Lunar Eclipse Stone, Silas. What you bring here now is nothing but rotting darkness." Silas laughed harshly, his voice sounding like scraping rusted metal. "Maybe that stone was destroyed, Elena. But when I was buried under the rubble of that tunnel, I found something way darker in the belly of this mountain. Something even Kenji didn't realize while he was mining here." Silas slammed his demon claw into the ground. Instead of a physical attack, the hall suddenly went pitch black. Dark shadows started creeping from the walls, forming thousands of tentacles that not only sucked up light but also absorbed sound.

"Is that why my crystal responds during these exercises?" "Partially," Elaric replied, moving to a cabinet carved from shadow-infused wood. He withdrew a decanter containing clear liquid that shimmered with subtle iridescence. "Silvyn practitioners used crystals as focus objects, certainly. But your pendant appears to be more than simple amplification tool—it responds to your abilities in ways that suggest deeper connection."

It had come from a different angle. She looked back at the treeline. Silas stood there, his crossbow lowered, a look of triumph on his face. If I can't have you, no one will, Silas yelled across the clearing. The silver began to burn through Elidra’s veins. It was a specialized poison, designed to stop a heart in seconds. Her vision began to blur, the world tilting on its axis. Elidra! Cassian screamed, catching her as she fell.

It was **Materializing**. I saw the obsidian skin. I saw the violet eyes. I saw the King of Shadows, standing in a world of chrome and white light. "Silas!" I cried, trying to stand up, but the cables held me fast. Silas looked around the lab, his eyes widening in shock. He looked at the scientists, who were now screaming and running for the exits. He looked at his own hands—solid, dark, and crackling with "Source" energy. "Elara... what have you done?" he asked, his voice a low, beautiful vibration that shattered the glass beakers on the nearby tables.

Every few seconds, a low, tectonic groan vibrated through the deck, a sign that the song Elara had woven was struggling to maintain its form against the weight of the iron-heavy air. ​I turned to look at Silas. He was huddled at the stern, his silver arm gleaming with a dull, sickly orange light in the reflected glow of the clouds. He wasn’t looking at me, nor was he looking at the approaching ruins. He was staring at the deck, his fingers tracing the invisible lines of the resonance patterns with a scholar’s obsession. Even as a prisoner, he could not stop analyzing the mechanics of his own defeat.

The ash of the Dead Lands still clung to my skin, but it no longer felt like the dust of the grave. It felt like war paint. Beside me, Silas moved with the silent lethargy of a wounded predator, his eyes never leaving the golden glow that emanated from my very pores. "You’re going back there?" Silas rasped, his voice strained as he clutched his side. "Elara, the eclipse is nearly total. The ritual is at its peak. You’re walking into a slaughterhouse."