Chapter 174 Aura for Aura
The air in the cavern didn't just vibrate; it curdled, turning thick with the metallic tang of old blood and ozone.
Abyssara’s human skin split like parchment, the pale flesh unspooling to reveal a violent, rising tide of obsidian scales. In a heartbeat, the man was gone, replaced by the suffocating, jagged mass of the Black Dragon. He didn't just occupy the hall; he claimed it, his wings brushing the ceiling like a shroud. As the demon host surged forward a frantic, clashing wave of blackened steel Abyssara’s tail lashed out. It wasn't a strike; it was a demolition. Each heavy, rhythmic swing turned armored demons into a fine mist of gore and splinters of bone that painted the obsidian floor.
"Have you forgotten the shape of your nightmare?" The dragon’s voice was a tectonic groan, a sound that rattled the teeth in their skulls and made the very shadows tremble. "I am the beginning! You are all insects beneath the heel of a god!"
He unhinged his massive jaw, and the world went a blinding, sterile white. A torrent of pale, soul-eating fire erupted from his throat, a pillar of heat so intense it bypassed the act of burning and went straight to erasure. The demons at the front didn't even have time to scream before they were reduced to gray ash, swept away into the sulfurous wind like memories.
High above the carnage, Aradia caught a pocket of rising heat. She dived, a streak of desperate silver cutting through the choking smoke. Her twin blades were leveled at the junction where the dragon's neck met the heavy plating of his shoulder the one seam she prayed was soft. She drove the steel down, putting the weight of her entire soul into the blow.
The sound that followed was a sickening, crystalline crack.
The blade didn't sink. It shattered into a dozen useless slivers that hissed into the soot. Aradia’s breath hitched as she saw his scales ripple, hardening into a polished, mirror-like black that seemed to feast on the light. Before she could bank away, a wall of pure muscle hit her. The dragon’s tail caught her mid-flight, a concussive force that sent her hurtling through the air like a broken doll. She slammed into the obsidian wall, the stone spider-webbing into a deep crater under the impact.
The dragon’s mass shuddered and shrank, the heat receding as it cooled into the sharp, predatory silhouette of a man once more. Abyssara stepped over the heaps of smoldering ash, his boots clicking with a slow, rhythmic finality against the stone. He didn't hurry; he walked with the terrifying patience of a man who knew the exit was locked.
He reached the crater where Aradia lay gasping, her armor cracked and leaking dark, sluggish ichor. He reached down, his fingers closing around her throat like iron bands. He didn't just lift her; he hoisted her until her boots dangled uselessly, her fingers clawing frantically at his iron grip.
"Where is the Morningstar?" Abyssara’s voice was a low, melodic taunt that drifted through the sulfurous air like a funeral dirge. He tilted his head with clinical curiosity, watching the light flicker and begin to drain from her eyes. "Why hasn't he descended to pull his favorite hound from the dirt?"
Aradia’s face deepened into a bruised, sickly purple, her throat constricted to the thickness of a needle. Yet, she forced her cracked lips back, revealing teeth stained crimson as she pushed a jagged, blood-soaked smile through the pain. "You... will never... find her."
The air around Abyssara suddenly went dead. The ambient roar of the burning underworld fell into a vacuum of absolute silence. The temperature plummeted with such violence that white frost began to bloom and crackle across the nearby obsidian stones, feeding on the heat of the dead.
"Then you have outlived your use," he whispered, the words carrying the finality of a closing coffin lid.
Shadows began to bleed directly from his pores, ink-dark and sentient. They coiled upward, wrapping around his straining arm like a nest of hungry vipers, their edges sharpening into ethereal blades ready to finish the job.
"Let her go."
The voice was quiet, stripped of any scream or tremor, but it carried the tectonic weight of a mountain sliding into the sea.
Abyssara froze. The shadows around his wrist hissed but halted. He slowly pivoted his head, his gaze tracking a silhouette that had begun to coalesce within the shifting curtain of smoke. Selena stepped forward, her form framed by the orange, dying embers of the demon hoard. Her presence didn't just fill the hall; it surged outward, a steady, pulsing heat that physically shoved back against his encroaching darkness.
"You’re looking for me," she said, her voice as rhythmic and relentless as a heartbeat in the dark. "Here I am. She’s just a soldier. Face me."
A dangerous, predatory smirk carved its way across Abyssara’s face, sharp enough to draw blood. He opened his hand with a callous flick, letting Aradia heap onto the scorched floor in a tangled, silent mess of broken armor and limbs. He turned fully now, the heavy fabric of his dark coat swirling like a whirlpool around his ankles. "And here I thought you’d stay in your hole like a frightened rabbit."
"I don't run from ghosts," Selena replied, her eyes igniting with a molten gold that rivaled the core of a sun.
Abyssara took a long, slow breath, and the dark aura radiating from his body expanded in a crushing wave. The floorboards beneath them didn't just creak they groaned and splintered under the invisible pressure of his malice. "I wish Lucifer were here to watch me break the only thing he has left."
Selena’s smile was a razor’s edge, cold and gleaming. "I wish he were here too. It’s always more satisfying to have a witness when you burn a monster to ash."
AUTHOR NOTE
To my wonderful readers,
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I’ve been dying to ask: Now that Selena has finally stepped out of the shadows to face Abyssara, do you think she’s underestimated his new obsidian strength, or does she have an ace up her sleeve that we haven't seen yet?
I can't wait to read your theories!