BXBX NOVEL Chapter 25: Chapter 25: I ALONE AM THE HONORED ONE
David, the seemingly outmatched opponent, Knowing he was no match for her, resorted to the one card he had left: 'Death Reversal.' This elusive spell required him to meet specific conditions, hinted at by its very name. Taking a desperate gamble, David allowed himself to be slain by the Blood Alpha, fulfilling the spell's conditions.
As he breathed his last, the magic took hold, reversing his death and transferring it onto the Blood Alpha herself. A dark, ominous laughter erupted from David's throat, chilling the very air. It was a sound devoid of joy, filled only with a horrifying satisfaction. The tables had turned.
As David's laughter echoed, the Blood Alpha crumpled, her once-proud form bowing before the power she had underestimated. A final cough racked her body, a crimson tide cascading from her lips to stain the soil. The predator had become the prey, and the hunter, reborn from the jaws of death, stood triumphant.
The crimson sigil burned malevolently on the Blood Alpha's side, a parasitic sigil that devoured her life force with each passing heartbeat. It mocked her, a cruel reminder of her defeat. Her once vibrant eyes were now clouded with fading glory. "How?" she rasped, clawing at the air for purchase, her once-proud voice reduced to a mere tremor.
The metallic tang of blood filled her mouth, a gruesome counterpoint to the chilling wind that whispered of oblivion. David, his chest a gaping wound mirroring the devastation within, inhaled a ragged breath. The air tasted foreign, laced with the bite of impending doom. Yet, a flicker of defiance sparked in his eyes, a testament to the unorthodox victory he had snatched from the jaws of defeat.
"How?!" the Blood Alpha shrieked, her voice cracking with disbelief. How could a mere human, a speck of dust compared to her almost demigod status, achieve such an impossible feat? "Your pride mutt!" David rasped, his voice laced with a chilling cocktail of triumph and pain. The Blood Alpha's arrogance had been her undoing. Believing him vanquished, she had dropped her guard, a fatal miscalculation.
As she had flung him through the air, a cruel amusement dancing in her eyes, David's world had sharpened. The Celestial Wheel, a weapon hummed within him, amplifying his perception. In that split second, time had slowed, morphing the world around him into a tapestry of intricate detail.
With a flick of his wrist, he had launched his dagger, its trajectory etched into his mind by his heightened awareness. He gambled, predicting the Blood Alpha's final blow, the very moment when his defiance would be its most potent. And then, a calculated distraction. A single thrust of his other dagger, a feigned attempt, drew the Blood Alpha's focus for a fleeting moment. It was all he needed.
The falling dagger, guided by his preternatural foresight, found its mark, etching the Death Reversal sigil onto her flesh just as her attack landed. The world lurched back into its normal pace. The Blood Alpha, caught off guard and mortally wounded, crumpled.
David, teetering on the precipice of death, watched as the life force he had so desperately bargained for drained from her, a grim exchange orchestrated by a cunning human and a forbidden spell. The predator lay vanquished, brought down not by brute force, but by wits matching that of the devil. Disbelief painted the Blood Alpha's face, a grotesque portrait of denial. This couldn't be happening.
Her, a being who straddled the line between god and mortal, dying at the hands of a mere man? Pride, that viper coiling around her heart, had blinded her. In the face of raw cunning, what good was brute strength? With a rasping cough, she clawed her way towards David, a desperate hand reaching out as if to snatch back her fading life.
But the crimson sigil glowed malevolently, a sigil of defiance etched by David's last gambit. It had been her arrogance that had bled her dry, not a lack of power. David watched, his own vision blurring. The metallic tang of blood filled his mouth, a grim reminder of his own gaping wound. He felt the familiar tug, a chilling emptiness threatening to swallow him whole.
His soul, a wisp of smoke, began to drift towards the cold embrace of oblivion. Then, a flash. A window materialized in the inky darkness, glowing with an ethereal light.
Words scrolled across it – "[You have defeated a great Fenrir – Blood Alpha]." This was followed by another inscription, blazing with triumphant energy: "[YOU HAVE DONE THE UNACHIEVABLE]!" A third window materialized, revealing a skill shimmering with an otherworldly glow: "[Skill : Eternal Gluttoney]." Below it, a description of the skill being used.
"[Soulforge]," "[You have received an Aetenus]" – the words seemed to sing, a melody woven from power and potential. The final window declared: "[You have cleared the first dimension]". "[You have proven your valor]." David felt a jolt. Valor? His breath caught, a flicker of life returning to his chest. He had cheated death, not with strength, but with cunning.
He had defied the very fabric of reality, and in doing so, become a legend. The first dimension might be conquered, but the battle was far from over. **** Light speared through the inky blackness, forcing David to squint. As his vision swam into focus, a familiar scene greeted him – a lavish chamber dripping with opulent fabrics and polished wood.
He was nestled in a bed fit for a Lord, the sheets as soft as a summer cloud. A gasp escaped his lips. lying on his chest, bathed in golden morning light. It was Shay, her auburn hair cascading down her back like a waterfall of earth-like silk. But something about her was different. Gone was the timid girl he'd known.
In its place, a gentle warmth radiated from her chestnut eyes as she leaned closer, her voice a soothing melody. "Young master," she whispered, her touch as light as a butterfly's wing, "you're finally awake." **** A/N: come on guys, gimme powerstones. I gave you a good chapter, right?