Chapter Four – Azrael II
The world returned piece by piece.first came sensation. Cold stone pressed against his back, jagged edges biting into skin that no longer tore. Damp moss clung to the cracks, clammy and wet. The air was heavy with rot, water, and a faint metallic taste that lingered on the tongue.
Then sound. Drops fell somewhere in the dark, slow and deliberate, as if the cavern itself were breathing. Each impact rang against the stone with unnatural clarity, echoing longer than it should.then the voice.
[Host scan: Complete.]
[Bloodline fusion – Stabilized.]
[Essence reserves: 247 units stored. Efficiency threshold reached.]
It did not speak into the air. It pressed directly into the mind, an intrusion without tone or emotion, yet heavier than thought itself. Not a whisper. A presence that shaped the rhythm of his breathing.
Fragments surfaced with its words. A pale hand against an ash-colored sky. Scales cutting through smoke. Screams breaking apart into silence. Pain folding into itself until it lost all meaning.
None of it made sense. All of it belonged to him.
[Neural lattice restructuring – 100%.]
[Cognitive functions restored.]
His breath deepened. The fire beneath his skin cooled, no longer wild or erratic. It coiled inward, controlled, waiting. Each inhale measured. Each exhale precise.
His vision sharpened. Shadows no longer blurred into black. Veins of stone stretched across the cavern ceiling like scars. Moss on the monolith ahead glistened, every droplet trembling. He could count them. Predict when they would fall.T>he world felt smaller.
[Identity restoration complete.]
[Display status panel?]
The word left his throat, hoarse and raw.
"Yes."
Light bloomed from within. Symbols formed before his eyes, alien yet familiar, aligning into meaning. He did not read them. He remembered them.
Name: Leylin Devor
Race: Unknown (Modified)
Bloodline: Eternal Remnant – God-tier (Fragment) / Ancient Remnant – God-tier (Fragment) [Fused]
Core Integration: Gluttony (Dormant)
Essence Capacity: Undefined (Expanding)
State: Awakening Phase – Stage One
Directives: Sustain | Devour | Evolve
The words carried weight. Not descriptions but truths carved into existence.A slow breath escaped him.The mindless hunger was gone. The beast had retreated. What remained was thought, sharp and patient.
He flexed his fingers. Each joint cracked like shifting stone. Power rested in the smallest motion, restrained but undeniable. The cavern no longer felt vast. It felt small.
Directives: Sustain | Devour | Evolve...not orders. Inevitabilities.
He pushed himself upright. Moss tore beneath his palms. Muscles strained with unfamiliar strength, rebuilt sinew humming with energy that was both his and not. His body was no longer just flesh. It was a vessel.
The panel flickered and vanished. Gluttony remained dormant, but not gone. Hunger stirred beneath the silence, leashed and waiting.
He understood that it was only the first. Others existed. Seven in total. He did not know their names, yet he felt them, distant and patient, like doors waiting to be opened...foreign knowledge pulsed through his mind. Not memory. Certainty.
Silence filled the cavern. Even the air seemed brittle, as if the stone strained beneath his presence.He spoke.
"Leylin Devor."
The sound did not echo. It sank into the stone like law. Moss trembled. Droplets fell and shattered against the ground.Not prey.Not shadow.Not beast.He knew his name.
And the cavern knew it too.!