Episode : 101

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Get a glimpse of "My Anime Shopping Tree & My Cold Prodigy Wife!" Chapter 103: Chapter : 201 The world, for Rayan Ferrum, dissolved. Not into darkness, but into... nothing. A... Continue the adventure now!

Chapter : 201 The world, for Rayan Ferrum, dissolved. Not into darkness, but into... nothing. A profound, suffocating sensory deprivation. One moment he was there, sword raised, victory assured, basking in the anticipated glory. The next... silence. Absolute, impenetrable silence. He couldn't hear his own ragged breathing, couldn't hear Kongor’s triumphant roar, couldn't hear the gasps of the crowd. And the light... the light was gone. Not replaced by darkness, but by a disorienting, featureless grey void. He could see his own hand before his face, but it seemed distant, unreal, as if viewed through thick, swirling fog. He couldn't feel the ground beneath his feet, couldn't feel the hilt of his sword in his grip. All sensory input, save for a lingering, confusing sense of his own physical presence, had been... extinguished. “What...?” Rayan stammered, his voice a thin, reedy whisper that seemed to be swallowed by the oppressive nothingness. He stumbled, his triumphant lunge dissolving into a clumsy, disoriented stagger. “What’s happening? Why... why can’t I see? Why can’t I hear anything? Kongor? Father? Where is everyone?!” He flailed his arms wildly, his practice sword clattering uselessly to the stone floor, unheard by him. Panic, raw and overwhelming, seized him. He was blind, deaf, adrift in a silent, featureless void, his own senses turned against him. The Grand Hall, however, saw something entirely different. They saw Rayan Ferrum, poised for the final blow, suddenly freeze. They saw his eyes, which had been blazing with triumphant fury, go wide, unfocused, darting around wildly as if searching for something he couldn't find. They saw him stumble, drop his sword, clutch at his head, his face a mask of dawning terror and profound confusion. They heard his panicked, almost hysterical shouts, echoing strangely in the sudden, heavy silence that had fallen over the arena. And then, they saw Lloyd. He hadn’t moved from his prone position, his body still clearly injured, blood still staining his lips. But his eyes... his eyes were no longer the familiar dark Ferrum brown. They were transformed. His sclera, the whites of his eyes, had turned a deep, unnerving, pitch black, absorbing the light, creating two miniature abysses in his pale, strained face. And where his irises and pupils should have been, there now burned two luminous, almost ethereal, rings of pale, bluish-white ring light. (ring light like tiktok user use) They pulsed with a cold, controlled power, fixed with unwavering, terrifying intensity on the flailing, disoriented Rayan. Black Ring Eyes. A gasp, sharp and collective, ripped through the stunned onlookers. Not of fear this time, but of profound, almost disbelieving, awe. They had seen the Steel Blood. They had witnessed Fang’s lightning. But this... this was different. This was alien. Uncanny. Power of a kind they had never witnessed before. On the dais, Milody Austin, Duchess Ferrum, who had been watching her son’s apparent defeat with a mixture of maternal anguish and stoic Ferrum pride, suddenly shot to her feet. Her usual serene composure was shattered, her face pale with astonishment, her hand flying to her mouth. Her eyes, wide with a recognition that was part fear, part awe, part dawning, incredulous understanding, were locked on Lloyd’s transformed gaze. “Those eyes...” Milody breathed, her voice a strangled whisper, yet carrying clearly in the sudden, almost reverent hush. “The legends of my own house... the Austin lineage... the whispers of the inner circle... It cannot be...” She looked at her husband, Arch Duke Roy Ferrum, her eyes demanding confirmation, demanding explanation. “Roy! His eyes! They are... they are the Black Ring Eyes of the Ancient Austins!” Roy Ferrum stared, his own granite composure finally, visibly, cracking. He had known about the Steel Blood. He had suspected, hoped for, Lloyd’s hidden potential. But this... this was beyond anything he could have imagined. The Austin bloodline, his wife’s lineage, a power whispered to be as ancient, as potent, as the Ferrum’s own, but manifesting in ways far more subtle, far more... unnerving. He had dismissed it as dormant, diluted through generations. But now... seeing it blaze to life in his son’s eyes, a power he himself did not possess, did not fully understand... it was a shock that resonated to the very core of his being. King Liam “James” Bethelham, who had been observing the brutal escalation with a mixture of grim fascination and royal concern, leaned forward, his handsome face no longer amused, but etched with a profound, almost startled, intensity. His eyes, sharp and analytical, were fixed on Lloyd’s transformed gaze. He, too, recognized the signs, the legends. The Black Ring Eyes. A power of myth, rarely seen, spoken of only in hushed tones in the oldest chronicles. To see it manifest here, now, in the heir of Ferrum... the geopolitical implications were staggering. This wasn't just a shift in Ferrum power; this was a potential realignment of the very magical landscape of the known world. Chapter : 202 Lloyd lay on the floor, his transformed eyes still locked on Rayan, who was now stumbling blindly, shouting in terror, swatting at unseen phantoms. He could feel the new power, the cool, controlled energy of the Black Rings, thrumming within him, a stark contrast to the fiery chaos of his Ferrum Steel. He hadn't projected the rings externally yet, hadn't constricted, hadn't crushed. He had simply... focused. Willed it. And Rayan’s senses, his connection to the world around him, had seemingly... vanished. This, Lloyd realized, a grim, almost terrifying, satisfaction dawning through the pain and exhaustion, was a different kind of power. Not brute force. Not flashy displays. But subtle, insidious, overwhelming control. The ability to simply... turn off the world for his opponent. The drab duckling hadn’t just grown steel feathers and lightning claws. He had just opened a pair of eyes that could stare directly into the void. And apparently, drag his enemies in there with him. This tournament, Lloyd thought, a cold, predatory smile touching his bloodstained lips, was definitely not over yet. — The earlier roars of combat, the gasps of the crowd, Rayan’s triumphant taunts – all swallowed by the profound, unnerving quiet that had descended with the transformation in Lloyd Ferrum’s eyes. He lay on the stone floor, bloodied, clearly injured, yet radiating an aura of such alien, controlled power that it dwarfed Rayan’s earlier display of Ascended might. His eyes. They were the focal point, mesmerizing, terrifying. Pitch black sclera, absorbing all light, like miniature voids. And within them, those luminous, ethereal rings of pale, bluish-white light, pulsing with a cold, ancient energy. The Black Ring Eyes. Milody Austin, Duchess Ferrum, was still standing, her hand pressed to her mouth, her usual serene composure utterly shattered. Her eyes, wide with a mixture of fear, awe, and dawning, incredulous recognition, were fixed on her son. “The Black Ring Eyes,” she whispered again, the words barely audible, yet resonating with a profound, almost ancestral, dread. “The lost power of the Austin lineage... people thought it was just a legend... a story told to frighten children...” She knew of it, of course. The whispers in her own family’s oldest chronicles, the veiled references to an ancient, potent Void power, unique to the Austin bloodline, a power that manifested in the eyes, granting terrifying abilities of control and manipulation. A power so rare, so potent, so... dangerous, that its full understanding had been lost, or perhaps deliberately obscured, over generations. It was said that even within the Austin clan itself, true mastery of the Black Ring Eyes was an almost mythical achievement. Only three Austins currently alive, it was rumored amongst the inner circle, possessed the full, bilateral manifestation – the black sclera, the luminous rings in both eyes. And even they wielded its power with extreme caution, its true potential shrouded in secrecy and fear. Milody herself, she knew, possessed a diluted, almost vestigial, echo of it – the ability, if she concentrated fiercely, to manifest the black sclera in one eye, granting her a fleeting, disorienting insight into the flow of Void energies, but nothing more. It was a parlor trick, a curiosity, a pale shadow of the legendary power. To see it now, blazing with such undeniable, terrifying potency in her own son, the son she had often despaired of, the son who had always seemed so... ordinary... it was a shock that resonated to the very core of her being. Lloyd knew this too. Not just from his mother’s current, almost hysterical, reaction, but from the fragmented, desperate knowledge he had clawed towards in the final, brutal year of his first life. After the assassinations, after Rubel’s usurpation, adrift in a sea of grief and vengeance, desperately seeking any advantage, any power that could help him survive, he had stumbled upon an ancient, almost forgotten, Austin family grimoire hidden deep within his mother’s private chambers. A book detailing the true nature, the terrifying potential, of the Black Ring Eyes. He had been dying then, bleeding out from a wound inflicted by one of Rubel’s assassins, his Ferrum Steel power failing, his spirit weak. And in that final, desperate moment, fueled by rage, by grief, by a primal refusal to simply cease to exist, something had... snapped. He had focused his will, his very life force, into his eyes, and the power, the dormant Austin legacy, had flared to life, unbidden, uncontrolled. A brief, terrifying glimpse of what it could do, just before the darkness claimed him. He hadn’t understood it then, not fully. But the memory, the sensation, the raw, terrifying potential, had been seared into his soul, carried across lifetimes, across worlds. Now, reawakened, it felt... familiar. Innate. Like a forgotten language suddenly remembered.

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