Chapter 177: Ch 177: Fooled once more- Part 2
As the night deepened, the forest grew quieter, the stillness broken only by the occasional crackle of the campfire and the distant call of nocturnal creatures.
Kyle sat alert, senses sharp, while beside him lissa visibly fought against her own exhaustion.
Her back was straight, her eyes fixed on the flas, but her eyelids fluttered more often now, and her head dipped slightly before she jerked it upright again.
She was trying her best not to fall asleep.
Kyle didn’t bla her.
She had only recently started training in mana and swordsmanship, and even though she had the will, her body hadn’t caught up yet.
She always pushed herself too hard.
He opened his mouth, about to gently tell her to go rest, when sothing stirred in the forest.
It wasn’t a sound—more like a shift in the atmosphere.
A ripple in the ambient mana, almost imperceptible, but enough to alert Kyle imdiately. His expression hardened.
He rose to his feet and whispered.
“lissa, stay awake. Sothing’s here.”
lissa straightened up instantly.
“Let go check it out—”
“No. Stay here. Watch over the camp. I trust you.”
Kyle cut her off firmly.
That made her pause. Her chest swelled slightly with pride, though her eyes betrayed nervousness.
Understood, my lord.”
Kyle gave a nod and then disappeared into the trees, his presence lting into the shadows like mist.
The forest was thick, its air dense with tension.
Kyle’s steps were silent, every muscle honed and ready.
As he ventured deeper, he could feel the pressure build—the unmistakable weight of a strong presence. It was nearby.
Then, he saw it.
A mass of shifting darkness, like mist given form, hovered between the trees.
It had no defined body, no limbs or face, and yet Kyle could feel eyes on him. Not human eyes, but sothing ancient and wounded.
Its aura was powerful, but not actively hostile. At least not yet.
Kyle narrowed his eyes and quietly drew his sword, not making any sudden movents.
If it attacked, he would defend, but he sensed sothing strange—hesitation? Curiosity?
The formless being tilted slightly, its swirling body pulsing faintly, and Kyle felt a tendril of mana extend from it—reaching, not striking.
Cautiously, Kyle opened his mana receptors. The tendril made contact.
Instantly, a rush of foreign mories flooded into his mind.
He saw—no, felt—a ti when this creature had form.
A small beast, no different from any wild animal. Then ca the humans.
One in particular—his face obscured in the mory—picked the creature up and subjected it to experint after experint. Pain, confusion, unnatural changes.
Mana infused, distorted, reshaped. What once had a body now beca a shifting void.
When the experints were finished and the creature no longer had “value,” it was discarded like trash.
The feelings in those mories clawed at Kyle—hatred, betrayal, sorrow, and a deep, poisonous obsession.
The monster’s agony was so overwhelming, it nearly drowned him.
Kyle gasped, stumbling back a step as he felt the resentnt trying to consu him, wrapping around his heart and whispering for vengeance.
His vision blurred, his grip on the sword tightening involuntarily.
But Kyle was no stranger to darkness.
He had seen too much, endured too much, to be shaken by borrowed emotions.
With a force of will honed through battles and suffering, he centered himself. He exhaled slowly, grounding his mind in his own reality, not the monster’s.
“I see.”
He murmured, his voice steady despite the lingering tremor in his limbs.
The aura of the monster dimd slightly, as if recognizing Kyle’s resistance—and perhaps respecting it.
Kyle looked directly at the being.
“You weren’t born like this, were you? You were made.”
The formless creature pulsed again, and in that mont, Kyle sensed no hostility. Only an ache. A desire to be understood.
“We’re not so different. However, I do not appreciate you trying to manipulate like you tried to do.”
Kyle said quietly.
He sheathed his sword slowly.
“I don’t know who did this to you. But I’ll find them. And when I do, I’ll make them regret it. That is, if you would be kind enough to trust yourself to .”
The creature let out a low, vibrating hum, and then, as silently as it had appeared, it began to retreat into the forest, leaving behind a strange, lingering chill in the air.
When the monster faded into the misty shadows of the forest, it left sothing behind—a dense, pulsing core.
It hovered briefly in the air before settling onto the mossy ground like a heavy teardrop.
Kyle stepped forward and picked it up, inspecting it with quiet intensity.
It was a corrupted mana core, soaked in resentnt, but it also brimd with raw, condensed energy.
He pocketed it carefully, making a ntal note to offer it to Queen later.
As a mana-based familiar, it would benefit greatly from sothing like this—once it was purified. In its current state, the core was dangerous.
Feeding it to Queen without removing the impurities could cause mana poisoning, potentially corrupting its growth or even harming the dragon egg it was nurturing.
Sitting on a nearby fallen log, Kyle held the core between his hands and focused.
He channeled his own mana into it, wrapping it around the core like a cleansing tide. Slowly but surely, the darkness began to unravel.
Filants of shadow and anger peeled away, burning into nothing under the sheer pressure of Kyle’s refined energy.
By the ti the core glowed with a clean, steady blue light, the sky had begun to brighten. It was ti to head back.
As he stepped through the last line of trees, he spotted lissa imdiately.
She was standing near the firepit, staring in the direction of the forest with a furrowed brow and clenched fists. Her worry painted plainly across her face.
When her eyes landed on him, she visibly relaxed, her shoulders dropping and a soft sigh escaping her lips. She quickly walked up to him.
“You’re back unhard, young master.”
She said, as if confirming it for herself.
“I told you there was nothing to worry about.”
Kyle replied with a faint smile.
lissa’s lips thinned and her cheeks turned a shade darker.
“Even if you say that… I can’t help but worry. I—I adore you, my lord. So… of course I’ll worry.”
She hesitated, fidgeting with her sleeves before looking him directly in the eyes, her voice smaller now.
The words tumbled out of her like a confession too big to hold inside any longer.
Her face flushed deep red, and she looked like she might combust from embarrassnt.
Kyle blinked, caught off guard for a rare mont.
But before either of them could say anything more, the camp began to stir. C
raftsn peeked out of their tents, yawning and stretching.
Children cried softly, and firewood was thrown onto the dying embers. Morning had broken, and with it, the spell of the quiet mont between them.
lissa quickly turned away, muttering sothing about checking on supplies, and Kyle let her go without comnt. But a small smile remained on his lips.
He glanced at the forest one last ti, hand brushing against the core in his pocket.
Today would be another long day.
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