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« Spawn of Vorr'Kael »

Type: Thrall

Rank: ★★★★★★★★

Alignment: Aggressive

Drop: N/A

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It hissed.

Not like a snake—though it did hiss. Not like a cat, nor geese, nor any insect I'd ever heard, though some part of me tried to associate it with something. But it wasn't any of those.

It had a body. A physical form.

But even calling it a "body" felt like a courtesy. It was a towering, sinuous horror—a cylindrical pillar of flesh and void that rose endlessly, its upper end vanishing into the clouds like some malformed vein connecting this world to something far worse.

Its skin was… wrong.

A grating surface like barbed wire woven from bone. Needle-like protrusions ran along it in patches—each one twitching, writhing, like it breathed on its own. The color was deathly pale. Like the color of sickness.

Its maw wasn't a maw. It was a tunnel. A ragged, fleshy opening like a worm's, but lined with human teeth. Too many of them. They were wet, polished, pink at the roots. Like they'd been stolen from corpses and jammed in place.

And its eyes—if you could call those sunken hollows "eyes"—were pits. They didn't reflect light; they devoured it. Two sockets of absence that swallowed everything around them.

And now… that thing was looming over us.

Its presence was so massive it felt unreal, like something the world itself was trying to reject, but couldn't. It bent the space around it just by existing. Like it shouldn't be here, yet was.

I glanced to my side.

Kaelira.

She stood frozen. Her gaze locked onto the creature, unblinking. The color in her irises had drained entirely, turning them a dull, ghostly gray. Her lips had gone pale. Her limbs slack.

Her skin was getting paler and paler with each passing second. Like she was fading into something not human. She looked less like a girl and more like a cadaver now—a wax statue left out in the cold.

'Kaelira,' I tried to call. My mouth didn't move. My lips wouldn't part.

I tried to nudge her. Nothing. My arms stayed limp at my sides. My legs were stuck, rooted into the earth. My body didn't respond at all.

I wasn't standing anymore.

I was paralyzed.

Only my eyes moved, darting between her… and the approaching horror.

The creature moved with a calm, deliberate grace. Every inch it drew closer felt like a countdown, a tolling bell. Its gaping, tooth-lined mouth stopped mere inches away from my face.

And then—

SWALLOW.

It devoured me whole.

One moment I was staring into that abyssal mouth—and the next, I was inside it.

Inside it.

Darkness.

A blackness so complete, it choked all sound, all sight, all sense of direction. I couldn't even tell if I was falling. Or floating. Or if there was even a "me" anymore.

But I wasn't afraid.

Strangely… I felt calm.

Like a warm cocoon had wrapped around me. This emptiness—it was welcoming. Familiar.

A place where the pressure of thought vanished. A place where time didn't move.

A place where I was soothed. Where I felt like myself again. Where I felt pleased. Where I could… stay.

Maybe I should stay. Yes. Stay here. Forever.

But then—

Something shifted. Around me, a flicker of motion.

And then—it found me… Hatred.

Older. Vaster. More absolute.

A hatred so ancient, so infinite, that it was indescribable. Unfathomable, unimaginable… a hatred so deep that I, a person without emotions felt it. It was like a part of me. And I embraced it.

Next instant… I tore through.

My body moved on its own. With a force I didn't know I had, I ruptured through the beast's innards—through its gut, its flesh, whatever anatomy it possessed—and broke out the other side.

I stood outside, gasping.

Behind me, a gaping hole festered in its torso—one that refused to heal. It writhed, but its form didn't knit back together. The wound had been real.

The creature had recoiled in pain, its mass twitching unnaturally, as it turned to Kaelira.

She was still unmoving, still pale. It moved to swallow her next.

But then it paused.

It turned.

Its empty sockets bore into me—and I felt it. It was angry…

Its body shifted. Then it attacked. Faster than a blink. Faster than a thought.

I couldn't dodge. Couldn't brace.

One instant I was staring at it—

The next instant, I was airborne.

And then—

Crack.

Snap.

Pop.

Bones.

My bones.

All 206 of them, crushed one by one.

I heard each break distinctly. The horrifying music of destruction echoed through my skull—but I felt nothing.

Was it shock?

No… Congenital Analgesia. That was what it was called. A rare condition.

My flight ended with a splash.

I don't know how far I'd been thrown. But I hit water.

The moment I plunged in, the chill assaulted me.

Cold.

Stabbing needles of ice danced across my skin, worming their way into my flesh.

I sank deeper.

And deeper.

The last light from the surface vanished.

All I saw now was black. A silence deeper than the void inside that creature. A stillness that made me question if I was even alive anymore.

But there was no fear.

Only—

Nothingness.

…

Back at the library, Kaelira remained frozen like a statue.

Then, without warning, a shimmering portal blinked into existence behind her—oval in shape, edged with flickers of bluish light like liquid lightning trapped in a loop.

From its center stepped out Miss Celia.

Her sharp eyes immediately landed on Kaelira's unmoving figure. But then her gaze swept across the decimated landscape. The Academy… it was gone.

Her throat tightened. She swallowed hard, and a lump caught halfway. Horror set into her expression, though she didn't let it fully bloom.

Cautiously, she walked toward Kaelira, her heels echoing too loud. She raised her hand, tentative, then gently tapped Kaelira's shoulder.

And just like that—

Kaelira broke.

Her legs gave out from beneath her, and she dropped to her knees like a marionette with its strings sliced. Her face twisted, lips trembling as sound tore from her throat. She bawled.

Not a single word. Just sobs—raw, heaving sobs that cracked the silence like glass. Her hands trembled in her lap, helpless. She had tried to be strong. Had held it in. But that small, gesture—someone reaching out—was all it took.

Miss Celia wasted no time. She dropped to her knees and pulled the girl into her arms, holding her close, her fingers gently stroking her back. Kaelira didn't resist. She collapsed fully into the embrace, shivering.

They stayed like that for several heartbeats—long, aching beats in a world that had stopped moving.

Then, softly, Miss Celia broke the silence. Her voice was low, gentle, but firm. "Kaelira, dear… where is he? Where is Cassius? Do you know where he went?"

Kaelira's body stilled for a moment. Her breath hitched.

Then her eyes widened—haunted.

The memory hit her like a strike to the chest. She remembered. The way Cassius was flung his body vanishing in a blur before her brain could even comprehend what had happened.

One second he stood tall, challenging the entity, defiant. And the next—gone. Swallowed whole, like a candle snuffed out by a storm.

She had been paralyzed. But not blindly so.

She had been looking right at him. She saw it. Felt it.

The entity didn't just lash out—it targeted him.

It hated him.

Its sheer loathing had been so intense it burned through her skin, even though it hadn't been directed at her.

Kaelira couldn't meet Miss Celia's eyes. She looked everywhere else but not at her. Not into those expectant, worried eyes.

Miss Celia's panic surged. She clutched Kaelira's shoulders now, more forcefully. "Please," she whispered. "Tell me he's safe. Please tell me… please…"

Kaelira's lips quivered. Her breath caught again, and tears spilled anew. Her voice came out in a hoarse, broken cry. "He… he was attacked. B-By… an entity… it had a Rank of… ★★★★★★★★…"

Time stopped.

Miss Celia's expression drained of color. Dullness replaced every trace of life in her eyes.

There was no need to say anything else.

Cassius… was at best ★★★★.

Which meant only one thing.

Cassius Lancaster… was dead.

A silence heavier than any scream could ever be lingered between the two.

Miss Celia stood up wordlessly. Her body moved on its own, stiff, mechanical. She opened a portal, one hand gripping Kaelira's wrist as she guided her in.

There were no thoughts. Just a looping storm of guilt.

She had lost control.

She had shouted at him, a child still learning the world.

She had let him do something extremely reckless. Her fists clenched as the weight of it crashed down.

She wasn't just his teacher. She was supposed to be his guardian.

She had failed.

Utterly.

She looked more pale than Kaelira—the girl who had nearly faced death.

When the portal opened into the living world again, they emerged into the forest clearing where Art's group waited.

Mia. Verena. Art. The others.

Evelyn leaned against a tree some distance away, arms crossed, gaze locked on the portal's glow as it flickered to life. Her casual stance faltered when only two emerged.

Miss Celia. And Kaelira.

Cassius was missing.

An unspoken dread rippled across the group.

Art was the first to speak, his voice careful, hopeful, desperate to believe. "Miss Celia… where's Cassius? Is he still inside? Was he… still searching for whatever he—"

He stopped mid-sentence.

Her face.

It told him everything.

No words were needed.

The worst thought pushed itself forward, clawing up from the depths of his heart.

Cassius wasn't coming back.

Miss Celia stood in the center of the group, unmoving. And then she whispered it, voice brittle and lifeless.

"Cassius Lancaster… is dead."