Chapter 1163: New Elite Soul
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Chapter 1163: New Elite Soulâ!â
The world froze.
From Scarâs severed head⌠something tore free.
A pale-blue silhouette, thin and thrashing, clawed at the air with spectral hands. It screamed noiselessly as it was dragged upward, ripped from the husk of flesh it once called home.
âNO!â Lilithâs roar split the skies as her hand shot out, straining, trembling, desperate to snatch it before it was too late.
But she failed.
The soulâs cry cut off in an instant as it was sucked cleanly into Quinlanâs black saber. The blade pulsed with ghostly fire, its hungry edge glowing brighter as if savoring the feast.
Lilithâs eyes widened at the mere sight as her heart began hammering in disbelief.
She had seen friends die before. She had seen them slain, crushed, even obliterated by magic. But never â never â had she seen this.
âWhat did you do?!â she screamed with a voice that was filled with both fury and anguish. The raw emotions were tearing her throat apart.
âI capitalized on your hubris, Adventurer Lilith.â
A new gale erupted. His wind slammed into her, stronger than ever. It was driving her back despite the best efforts of the exhausted Void.
Lilith knew what was going on. Tears welled in her eyes. âYou dare⌠You dare level up using my partner?!â
The man before her stared deep into her eyes for a single moment, and seeing the emotions swirling behind his gaze, Lilith instantly knew his answer.
His lips parted. There was not a single sign of regret or reservation as he declared, âYes, I dare. I dare kill those who are trying to kill me or my allies.â
His tone had a distaste to it, as if he thought he was speaking to a hypocrite. What kind of question was that? He had never done anything to her or her teammates, yet they were doing their utmost to ruin all that he held dear. Why would he be expected to show mercy?
How dare she expect him to show mercy?
âGh!â Lilith grunted as she opposed the wind with which he was shoving her away.
At the same time, he raised a single hand, and with it materialized a tome of chains and bone. Pages fluttered open as if on command of his mere will, inscribed with sigils that could be read by none but the one true necromancer.
It hovered before him. His eyes shone with focus as his will moved through it in ways Lilith couldnât begin to understand.
ââŚâ he whispered, andâŚ
Necromantic Tier Ascension
To ascend to Tier II:
Possess 10 Elite Souls of Rank 3 or higher.
Quinlan didnât have the time to read over all the new stuff hitting his mindâs eyes, but he already knew what he had to do. He used Soul Fusion again, targeting Scar once again.
While this was going on, Lilith couldnât see what he was doing, but she didnât need to have the ability to read the weird script in his tome to understand that it was some weird magic and that her lifelong friend was at stake here.
âGive her back!â Lilith shrieked now from the bottom of her throat, refusing to back down.
She pushed. Through Voidâs tether that held her. Through Quinlanâs hurricane winds that sought to fling her away. Through the crushing pressure that made her bones creak. But she didnât stop.
Her sword blazed as she forced herself forward, her body screaming with every step, until at last her blade carved the air toward him.
Or it should have.
But before steel could reach fleshâŚ
The word resounded like a death knell. A master of death calling upon the slain. Lilith hated the mere sound of the words, the way he said itâŚ
And then, *clang!*
Lilithâs blade froze in place.
The strike she had poured her strength into, the one meant to carve through Quinlan, had been stopped. It was not a clean stop, however. Lilith could instinctively tell that she was stronger than whatever this one was, even before her brain caught up with the new development.
But when it did catch up⌠When she realized what she was looking atâŚ
A dagger, chipped yet resolute, pressed firmly against her sword, struggling to hold her at bay.
Lilithâs eyes widened in horror.
â⌠Scar?â
Her comrade stood before her again.
The mouth mask still covered her carved-up face. But her skin glowed with an eerie pale-blue shimmer with ghostly veins pulsing beneath the surface of said skin.
It was her. She could easily tell that it was her cherished comrade, Scar.
But at the same time, it wasnât.
Lilithâs chest clenched as her gaze met Scarâs eyes. They werenât hollow, not in the way a mindless undead would be. They were sharp, steady, and aware. Yet the light in them⌠it wasnât Scarâs. Not the comrade who laughed beside her, drank with her, bled with her.
No. This was a different woman. One who didnât recognize Lilith. Or perhaps⌠simply didnât care.
Lilithâs teeth ground as hot tears blurred her vision.
âStop this! Please, Scar! Itâs me, Lilith! The annoying boss who keeps giving you hard tasks!The woman you like to grumble about when you get drunk in taverns! Itâs meâŚ! Donât let him take you like this! Fight it, damn it!â
The storm howled around them, but for a heartbeat, the battlefield seemed to be still. A pause came, heavy with unbearable weight.
And then Scar spoke. Her voice was steady, cold.
A soldierâs voice.
âI am fully awake, Adventurer Lilith. My duty is to protect my master, not to âfight it.'â
The words cleaved through Lilithâs heart like a blade drenched in the strongest of poisons. She trembled while shaking her head violently.
âNo⌠no, thatâs not you! Thatâs him twisting you into his loyal soldier!â
She whipped her gaze toward Quinlan, ready to do whatever it took to kill the monster who dared to do this to her friend⌠Latest content publĹshed on ????????????????????~????????????????~????????????
But he was no longer there.
Her stomach dropped. She spun her head in panic until she saw him.
Quinlan was in freefall, descending calmly through the storm-wracked skies with his back toward the ground. But his wind magic was still there, used to prop Scar upward like a puppet on invisible strings, though nothing about her movements suggested frailty nor rigidity.
His eyes, though â those cold, calculating eyes â never once left the clash between Scar and Lilith. He observed, dissected, and measured, as if testing the limits of the woman he had slain and remade.
The storm screamed. Blood stained the air. And in the midst of it all, Quinlan Elysiar looked every inch the murderer he was; an unflinching man cloaked in calm, who shied away from nothing to protect those he cared about.
A man who killed without hesitation.
And brought back what he killed, only to make it his.
âAre you going to leave me here?â
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