"Look! What is that?!"
The loud exclamation turned everyone's attention in the sa direction.
There, they saw a sea of Blackrat n being pulled together by an unknown force. A closer look would reveal a small orb—a living mass, throbbing like a heartbeat—as it floated in the direction where the Blackrat n were being dragged.
Squeak!
The Blackrat n squeaked in agony as the chilling sound of bones cracking filled the air, their cries echoing.
Slowly, the black mass convulsed, continuing to consu the Blackrat n, killing them in the process.
Vincent, on the far end, finally recognized the strange sensation he'd felt earlier.
"This feeling… could it be primal energy?" he wondered, recalling his own experiences absorbing primal energy. That familiarity tugged at his mind.
As the black mass grew larger, its shape began to change, alerting all the surviving parties.
"I don't know what's happening, but we must stop it from evolving any further!" soone in the group urged.
"I agree, but how? Can you even see how many Blackrat n there are?" another responded.
"Maybe we can't do anything—but they might be able to…"
The Vyrmin party leader, Alko, who had been on high alert, finally spoke, his gaze fixed on Caelius' group.
Caelius, seemingly ignoring the gaze, frowned slightly, locking his attention on the evolving mass.
"Young Master, you recognize that energy, don't you?"
Uncle Gold asked, his old face marked with a serious frown beneath his golden mask, eyes focused on the black mass in the distance.
"That's a calamity aura…" Caelius muttered, recalling the warnings his father and clan elders had taught him. He understood the danger it posed to the world.
"Could this be the force behind the investigating team's disappearance from the Novice Center?" he wondered, narrowing his eyes.
"What should we do, Young Master?"
Without hesitation, Caelius replied, "Try to stop it. Go with the siblings."
"As you wish."
Uncle Gold bowed respectfully to Caelius before approaching Fiona and Karl.
The two siblings imdiately noticed his arrival.
"Uncle Gold!"
"Uncle, do you know what that is?!" Karl asked, hoping for an answer.
"I don't know precisely, but it's known as a Calamity."
"Calamity?!" Karl exclaid.
"Then it must be dangerous. What are the Young Master's orders?" Fiona asked.
"We're to attempt to stop it. But there's no need to go all out. Just don't cause unnecessary trouble for the Young Master."
Uncle Gold's tone was stern, and the siblings nodded with serious expressions.
"Yes."
"I understand."
Uncle Gold nodded, satisfied.
"All right then, just like our usual practice. Let's take it down!"
At this, Karl imdiately took his stance, letting out a loud growl as Fiona raised her short golden staff, which glowed with a golden light as she chanted, "Lion's Boost!"
In an instant, a lion-shaped aura appeared above Uncle Gold's and Karl's heads, enveloping their bodies and boosting their physical attack and movent speed by 20% for 60 seconds.
"Thanks, Big Sis!" Karl said as his golden gauntlets glead with a yellow-gold aura.
Uncle Gold quickly sprang into action, summoning his golden whip, which extended three ters. It glowed montarily before splitting into two identical whips.
Bam!
He cracked the whips, taking down dozens of Blackrat n and Leaders, leaving a deep fissure across the chamber's floor.
Karl followed, kicking off the ground to charge through the path Uncle Gold had cleared, roaring as he delivered a crushing punch. The impact created a powerful shockwave that obliterated the primals in front of him.
Boom!
Their casual attacks held such power that ordinary Tier 1 primals had no hope of resisting.
Fiona then raised her staff and unleashed a golden light beam, further clearing the path Uncle Gold and Karl had forged.
Whoosh!
Boom!
The trio continued their powerful assaults until they reached the black mass, now partially ford with a thick lower abdon, still devouring Blackrat n to complete its transformation.
"It's visible now! Shoot it down!" Uncle Gold commanded, spreading his ntal force to hold back the Blackrat n from swarming Karl.
"Argh! Lion's Smash!"
Karl didn't hesitate to unleash one of his best skills. His arms bulged, veins and muscles swelling like a titan's, as a lion's head and roar appeared above his arm. He swung it down at the half-ford primal abdon.
Boom!
A deafening sound filled the chamber, followed by a flash of golden light, a faint tremor, and a cloud of smoke that shrouded the creature's form.
Without waiting for the smoke to clear, Karl quickly retreated. Just then, he heard his sister's voice cutting through the air.
"Light Beam!"
A yellow beam flashed above him, striking the half-ford creature and causing another loud explosion, sending a more intense tremor through the chamber.
"They're strong!" Vincent thought, watching the trio's impressive skills from afar.
mbers of different races were equally astonished, so left speechless.
"Are humans really that powerful?" one of the Birdn party mbers asked, surprised.
"No, humans are generally weaker than us Birdn, but there are exceptions. The Lionfang Clan is one of those exceptions," the Birdn party leader replied with a serious expression.
"Their clan has considerable influence in the Origin World," he added.
"Did they get it?" one of the other origin warriors asked eagerly.
"Shut up! Don't jinx it!" his companion scolded.
The trio—Uncle Gold, Karl, and Fiona—remained serious, on high alert. They hadn't received a kill notification yet, so they knew the threat wasn't over.
As the smoke finally began to clear, they saw the full extent of their attack's impact. But what they saw next sent a shock through their hearts.
Roar!
A deep, resounding roar reverberated through the chamber, shaking the hearts of all present.
Erging from the smoke was a towering figure—a gigantic Blackrat Man, standing three ters tall, with thick, quivering muscles ford from a black, pulsing mass.
Vincent looked up, his eyes wide.
Blackrat Man Tier 2 (5★) (Half-Primalized)
"Primalized? So it's because of primal energy!" he thought, feeling a strange tugging sensation within his origin core.
Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through his head, and a cold, deep voice echoed repeatedly in his mind.
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
"Ugh! Stop!" he shouted, clutching his head, which drew Caelius's attention. Caelius approached with concern in his voice.
"Are you all right?"
Vincent raised a hand to stop Caelius from coming any closer.
In a slightly strained voice, he answered, "I—I'm fine, don't worry. I just overused my origin energy."
But the voice continued to echo relentlessly in his mind.
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