Chapter 142: Ending a summoner

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Chapter 142: Ending a summoner [mass release 4/4] The entire building seemed to fall into an eerie silence. Every eye was fixed on Ravin Elteth. He had just spoken a word that stunned them all—every single soul in the hall—everyone except Kairos. Kairos blinked, confused. He had no idea what a "cross-breed" was or why it had caused such a reaction. The atmosphere felt thick, tense, and suffocating. He stared, hoping someone would explain, someone would give him an answer. And Ravin, ever in his usual delusional and dramatic state, wasted no time. "A cross-breed, apparently," he began, his voice echoing through the large hall, "is a child born from two separate faction bloodlines. A direct descendant of both... a baby not expected to exist—banned and punishable by death." He paused, eyes gleaming with cold rage. "That is what I am. That’s why my mother was murdered. And I... I should have died along with her. A plan orchestrated by your family!" Ravin snarled the last part, stepping forward violently and hurling both hands at Carlos’ skull, clutching it with such brutal force that blood began to seep from his skin, trailing down like crimson tears. "A battle between the military and the Nyxaris... My mother was caught in the middle, along with a few loyal guards. All killed in the clash... But I’m not angry," Ravin said, his voice softening disturbingly. "No, I’m not... In fact, that incident helped me realize my true goal. And for that, I am happy." Carlos clenched his teeth, fury burning in his eyes. "So you’ve got the blood of both the Thorne family and the forbidden clan?" he spat. "You fucking tainted shit!" Ravin grinned at the insult, unfazed. "By now, you should’ve realized something," he said, calm as ever. "Your attack—your precious wound—was mere horseplay. I took that hit on purpose... to let the black energy you used poison you." His smirk widened. "After all, I have three abilities just like yours." Carlos’s eyes widened as he processed the truth. He tried to move but found he couldn’t. His muscles were stiff, his stance fixed, locked into place. ’If what he’s saying is true... then I can’t win this. I’ve already lost. Fuck it.’ Ravin’s gaze shifted, calm and emotionless, to where Mike knelt crying—a mix of pain, anger, and sorrow distorting his features. The boy had reached his limit. He was broken, emotionally and physically. He wasn’t ready for more secrets, more truths, or more battles. He was done. Ravin tilted his head. In response, a towering beast emerged from the shadows behind him—the Monarch Beast. Massive and bat-like, it glided forward on silent steps. The creature’s wings opened, enveloping Mike with an eerie grace. And then... they were gone. Vanished. The space where Mike and the Monarch Beast had stood was now empty. Not even a whisper of their presence remained. Even the memory of them seemed to dissolve from the minds of the onlookers. ’What... just happened?’ "You won’t remember it," Ravin said, his voice suddenly hazy, surreal. "That is my illusion beast. Its ability is simple—you forget it ever existed." His words, too, faded in their minds like echoes slipping through water. Seconds passed. Then, as though waking from a dream, their senses snapped back. Ravin’s eyes found Rivet, and a slow, deliberate smile spread across his face. "I’ve seen your future for a long time," he said. "You’ll come looking for me when it’s time to choose the next Faction leader. All that ’I don’t want the throne’ nonsense... it will change." His voice was confident, prophetic. And then, he turned to Kairos. The boy was still bleeding—his body trembling, weak from the brutal sword strike he had taken earlier. His skin had gone pale from blood loss. "There wasn’t enough time today to talk about your future," Ravin murmured, his tone almost apologetic. "After all, your mother told me not to say anything until you were stronger." A shift crossed Kairos’ face—subtle but sharp. His eyes narrowed. "What do you know about my mother?" Ravin shook his head gently, almost like a disappointed parent. "You’re not strong enough yet. But I’ll be waiting for you. You’ll find me... one day. Until then—grow. Survive." With that, Ravin shoved Carlos back with a forceful push to the forehead. The boy toppled backwards, falling like a statue—still frozen, still paralyzed. Ravin stepped away from him, his body healing almost instantly. The wound Carlos had inflicted was gone without a trace. "My mission is complete today," Ravin said, stretching his back. He knelt and placed his hand on the ground. "Veyl, we both know who caused your family’s extinction. We’re not so different, you and I. One day, you’ll realize that." Kairos’ mind was spinning. Revelation after revelation was crashing into him. He wanted answers. He needed answers. Despite everything—despite being attacked—he just needed the truth. He needed to know what happened to his parents. He needed to know about the shadow people. "Where will I find you?" he cried, desperation tearing through his voice. Ravin stopped, his back turned. He smiled wide—madly. "When the time comes, it won’t be hard," he said, as pillars of smoke began to rise and consume him. "Just find Project Dark Wing." And then, he was gone. Vanished in the haze. Kairos stood frozen, repeating those words in his mind like a prayer—or a curse. ’Project Dark Wing... Project Dark Wing...’ He kept whispering them to himself, over and over, until his eyes finally landed on Carlos. Still lying there. Still unmoving. Still unprotected. ’Unprotected...’ It was a strong word. But it was the right word. Kairos felt the heat rise in his blood. He reached down, trembling hands wrapping around the sword embedded in his gut. His fingers slipped with sweat, but he tightened his grip. Taking a shaky breath, he dimmed his eyes and pushed. "GAAAAAHHHH!" The pain ripped through him like fire. Rivet rushed to his side, yanking the blade out by the hilt. Kairos let out a scream that echoed through the building, his fists slamming against the ground in agony, trying to fight the burning sensation in his abdomen. He was lucky. It had only been a normal blade and not a Core weapon. If it had been, he might not have survived. Kairos panted, his breath ragged, then knelt, blood dripping down his sides. His gaze sharpened, red with fury. He snatched the sword from Rivet’s hand and turned to Carlos. Carlos stared up at him. His eyes met Kairos’. No words were spoken. Not by Rivet. Not by Carlos. Not by Kairos. Because they knew what was about to happen. Kairos crawled slowly across the floor toward the paralyzed Carlos, dragging the sword behind him. His eyes burned with rage. His heart pounded like a war drum. Rivet remained still. He didn’t interfere. Factions rules prohibited intervention in matters like this. Watching wasn’t a crime. And deep down, a large part of him wanted Kairos to do it. He wanted justice. Kairos finally reached Carlos. His hands raised the sword high, its tip aimed down, shaking with bloodlust and pain. His expression blank. His body weak but determined. There was no hesitation. Just fury. Just grief. Just the desire to end it. Then— [Ding] [Quest has been awarded] [Objective: Kill the powerful son of a Faction] [Reward: Grade 2 Shadow Summoner] Carlos’ fate was sealed. If Kairos didn’t kill him for murdering the innocent girl... Then for power? There was no doubt anymore. The decision had already been made.

Chapter 142: Ending a summoner

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