NABC Chapter 235 Evolution (1)
Chapter 235 Evolution (1)
Cyrus maintained a composed demeanor, his trust placed in Elara's expertise. The runes, etched onto his back, aligned with the spine, tapping into the innate connection with his nervous system. The process was both mystical and intimate, as each stroke of Elara's finger wove a story of arcane empowerment.
As the last lines of the runes took form, the room settled into a serene quietude. Elara withdrew her finger, the dark purple light fading away. The engravings now adorned Cyrus's back, a manifestation of the mystical bonds forged between them.@@@@
"Who did that to you?" Cyrus asked, wiping a drop of sweat from his forehead.
"A cult I used to be a part of. Now, no more questions. I gave you what you want..."
"Yeah, thanks," Cyrus heaved as Elara exited the room, giving him some time to breathe by himself. As his heart rate slowed and the pain of the runes slowly subsided, he concentrated on the markings on his spine and closed his eyes once more.
As Cyrus opened his eyes, the veil of darkness around him slowly gave way to a surreal scene. He found himself standing atop a vast, black plane of water that stretched infinitely in all directions. Each step he took sent ripples of light cascading outward, creating a mesmerizing display on the liquid surface beneath his feet.
The water seemed to be more than a mere substance; it held an otherworldly quality, a deep and mysterious essence that defied conventional understanding. Its inky blackness reflected the void around, creating an illusion of standing at the edge of an endless abyss.
Cyrus's surroundings were shrouded in an ambient darkness, punctuated only by the subtle glow emanating from the ripples he created. The air was still, and an eerie calm pervaded the surreal expanse. The sensation of isolation mingled with a latent anticipation as if the very fabric of this mysterious realm awaited his next move.
As Cyrus peered downward into the dark waters beneath him, he discerned a subtle movement—a powerful force cutting through the liquid obscurity. Squinting his eyes, he witnessed the rapid approach of a Leviathan, a majestic and formidable creature, gliding through the abyss with unparalleled grace.
Cyrus, feeling a surge of adrenaline, swiftly sprinted across the black plane of water as the Leviathan prepared for a spectacular display of its power. The rhythmic echoes of his footsteps resonated in the abyss, a stark contrast to the impending eruption of the colossal sea creature.
In a breathtaking moment, the Leviathan burst from the water with a magnificent leap, its body twisting in mid-air with an almost surreal grace. Drops of water, caught in the invisible currents, sparkled like liquid diamonds around its resplendent, iridescent scales. The creature's form, momentarily suspended against the infinite darkness, seemed like a celestial being, transcending the boundaries of the underwater realm.
Cyrus, momentarily halted by the sheer awe of the Leviathan's acrobatic display, marveled at the majestic creature before him. Its eyes, ancient and wise, met his gaze with a profound intensity. The Leviathan's presence, framed by the surrounding abyss, created a tableau of mythical beauty that left an indelible imprint on Cyrus's senses.
As the Leviathan descended back into the water, its powerful tail created a cascade of liquid brilliance, casting shimmering patterns in its wake. The dark expanse seemed to ripple with the remnants of the creature's ethereal leap as if the very fabric of the abyss acknowledged and echoed the grandeur of the Leviathan's aquatic ballet.
Cyrus exhibited a practiced fluidity as he shot his hands behind him, conjuring black long daggers with an effortless command. The obsidian blades, as large as his forearms, materialized in his grasp, gleaming with an ominous darkness against the backdrop of the abyss.
Navigating the watery expanse with an innate familiarity, Cyrus moved with the grace of one who had traversed this realm countless times before. The Leviathan, resurfacing once again, became a canvas for his artistry in the abyss. As the colossal creature breached the water, Cyrus leaped into the air, aligning himself perfectly above its colossal form.
In the suspended moment, Cyrus gazed down into the Leviathan's gaping maw, a portal to the abyssal depths within. The creature's jaws, lined with formidable teeth, revealed an abyssal void within its cavernous throat. Undeterred by the looming darkness, Cyrus, armed with his obsidian daggers, descended with the Leviathan, ready to plunge into the heart of the aquatic enigma.
His black blades, originally cloaked in the ominous hue of abyssal darkness, underwent a transformation. A subtle shift occurred, and the obsidian daggers now emanated a haunting, dark blue glow. The radiant energy pulsated from the blades, casting an eerie illumination in the abyssal depths.
"[Planetary Destroying Dagger Arts: Mercury]," Cyrus muttered, and as if in a fearful response, the leviathan let out a long pained groan as Cyrus entered its gaping maw and was enclosed in its surrounding darkness.
The leviathan could clearly sense the eminent danger that came from swallowing this thing, but couldn't help but swallow it even further. It was as if a strange power was forcing him to follow the will of Cyrus as it felt its insides begin to get slashed up and burn and tear.