I Become A Mob Character In A Novel

Chapter 61: Chapter No.61 Princess Of The Demon Race (2)

[Samael Ashwood's POV]

"I... I am just a... traveler, w-why d-did you a-attacked me without warning?" I stammered, trying to buy time and gather my strength.

Azazel's eyes narrowed, a hint of suspicion in his gaze. "A traveler, you say? Wandering into the forest, Yeah I believe you~" Azazel's tone was mocking, and it was clear he didn't buy my story. I needed to think fast and come up with a plan to turn this situation around.

"Look," I said, trying to keep my voice steady despite the pain. "I'm not here to cause trouble. I got lost in the forest and stumbled upon this place by accident. I don't want any part in whatever's going on with the demons."

Azazel seemed to consider my words momentarily, but then he laughed again. "You're a terrible liar, little Dhampir. But no matter, you're going to die here anyway."

His words were a signal. The demons behind him started to advance, their weapons gleaming ominously in the dim light. I had no choice but to fight, even in my weakened state.

WHYYYYY!!! ITS ALWAYS LIKE THIS!!!

FIRST SHOWOFF AGAINST WEAK OPPONENTS AND WHEN REAL THREAT COMES, BECOMES A LAMB TO THE SLAUGHTER!

WHY ITS ALWAYS LIKE THIS????

WHY! WHY! WHY! WHY! WHYYYYYYY!!!

My whole body shivered from rage which filled every cell of my being as my dhampir regeneration ran on overdrive as my body healed visible to the naked eye.

But that was not all-

[Ding! Conditions are met to unlock the hidden feature of the title: The First Mage's Heir.]

[The First Mage's Memories: Spells Palace]

[The First Mage's Inheritance: Space Affinity]

Azazel's eyes widened as he witnessed my rapid recovery. He took a step back, clearly unnerved by the sight. The other demons hesitated, unsure whether to continue their advance.

"Impossible," Azazel muttered, his confidence wavering. "What are you?"

I didn't bother answering. Instead, I focused on the newly unlocked memories flooding my mind. Spells, techniques, and an understanding of magic that I had never known before now seemed to be second nature. The knowledge of the First Mage flowed through me, blending seamlessly with my own abilities.

I raised my hand, feeling the familiar but enhanced surge of energy as I summoned a new spell from the depths of my mind.

"Spatial Rend!" I shouted.

The air around me shimmered and distorted as space itself was torn apart. A rift opened up, swirling with raw, chaotic energy. I directed it towards Azazel and his minions, the fabric of reality bending to my will.

The rift expanded rapidly, consuming the demons caught in its path. Their screams echoed through the ruins as they were pulled into the void, their forms disintegrating into nothingness. Azazel's eyes widened in horror as he realized the power I now wielded.

"You... you can't be..." he stammered, backing away. "This is... impossible."

"Nothing is impossible," I replied, my voice cold and determined. "Not for the heir of the First Mage."

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[Third Person's POV]

Gasp~

Azazel's fear was palpable as he stumbled backward, his eyes reflecting a mix of terror and disbelief. The sight of Samael's new power, manifested through the Spatial Rend spell, had shaken him to the core. The once intimidating demon captain now appeared unsure of his next move.

Quickly regaining his composure, Azazel's mind raced with calculations. 'He's just a second-circle mage,' he thought, attempting to convince himself. 'That spell must have drained all his mana.'

Azazel's eyes narrowed as he focused on the strategy at hand. He knew that overconfidence could be his downfall, but he also recognized an opportunity. If Samael had expended a significant amount of energy, there was a chance he could be vulnerable.

"Don't be so sure of yourself," Azazel said, his voice steadying as he addressed Samael. "You might have surprised me with that spell, but even the greatest mages have limits. Let's see how you fare against me now."

With a wave of his hand, Azazel conjured dark flames that roared to life, filling the space with a malevolent heat. The flames twisted and danced, taking on the form of demonic creatures with glowing eyes and razor-sharp claws. They surged towards Samael, a fierce counterattack meant to overwhelm him.

Samael stood firm, his expression resolute. The power of the First Mage's inheritance surged within him, granting him a newfound mastery over his magical abilities. He could feel the heat of the dark flames, but it did not deter him. Instead, he channeled his energies into a countermeasure.

"Starlight Barrier!" Samael commanded, his voice ringing with authority. A radiant shield of pure starlight materialized in front of him, its brilliance pushing back against the encroaching darkness. The dark flames hissed and writhed as they collided with the barrier, their destructive force neutralized by the protective shield.

Azazel's eyes narrowed in frustration. The demon captain was not accustomed to seeing his attacks deflected with such ease. He focused his will, channeling more of his demonic power to intensify his assault. The dark flames grew larger and more ferocious, aiming to break through Samael's defenses.

But Samael was ready. Drawing on his newly unlocked spatial affinity, he began to manipulate the space around him. "Dimensional Shift!" he shouted. His form flickered and shifted, becoming elusive as he dodged the dark flames with blinding speed. Each shift repositioned him strategically, allowing him to evade Azazel's relentless attacks.

With every successful evasion, Samael closed the distance between himself and Azazel. He could see the strain on Azazel's face, the fear that had taken root. Samael could sense the demon captain's vulnerability, an opening he was prepared to exploit.

'Mystic Eyes Of The Death God!!!' Samael activated the mystic eyes at the crucial moment, as the world lost its color and the realm of existence seemed to shift around him. The intense gaze of the Mystic Eyes of the Death God began to alter his perception, revealing the conceptual threads of death extending from Azazel.

The Mystic Eyes of the Death God pierced through the veil of reality, exposing the fragile threads of mortality that bound Azazel to the world. Samael's perception expanded, and he saw the death lines etched into Azazel's form, glowing ominously. The threads wavered with an eerie light, hinting at the vulnerability that now lay bare before Samael.

Azazel's face twisted in terror as the mystical gaze bore down on him. He could feel the chilling weight of the Mystic Eyes, and his bravado faltered under the oppressive dread Samael projected. His dark flames sputtered and faltered, unable to sustain their ferocity against the intense fear that Samael invoked.

Samael's body trembled under the strain of using such a powerful ability and spells, but his resolve was unwavering. The power of the Mystic Eyes was immense, but Samael could feel the toll it was taking on him. His vision swam, the threads of death weaving in and out of focus. He fought to maintain control, knowing that his chance to end this confrontation lay before him.

Summoning the last vestiges of his strength, Samael focused on the most vulnerable part of Azazel's existence, as revealed by the Mystic Eyes. He drew upon the spatial affinity he had recently gained, combining it with the raw power of the death perception to deliver a decisive blow.

With a final, deep breath, Samael shouted, "Void Descent!"

The rift he opened was not just a tear in space but a chasm imbued with the conceptual weight of death. It expanded rapidly, pulling in the very essence of Azazel's being. The dark flames around Azazel shrieked as they were absorbed into the void, leaving him exposed and struggling against the inevitable pull of the abyss.

Azazel's screams grew louder, a mixture of rage and terror as he fought against the inexorable force. His form began to disintegrate, the threads of his existence unraveling before Samael's eyes. The void continued to consume him, stripping away his power, his demonic essence, and his very life force.

"No! This cannot be!" Azazel's voice echoed one last time as he was pulled into the void, his final defiant roar swallowed by the chasm.

As the last vestiges of Azazel's form were obliterated, the void collapsed in on itself, leaving behind only an eerie silence. Samael staggered back, the immense drain on his mana and stamina causing him to collapse onto his knees. The Mystic Eyes flickered and dimmed, their power spent.

The forest, once again, fell silent, the malevolent presence dissipating along with Azazel. Samael's surroundings seemed to return to normal, the eerie glow of the demonic energy fading into the shadows of the trees.

Samael's breathing was labored, his body trembling from exhaustion. He glanced around, his vision blurry and his senses dulled. The forest seemed to close in around him as he fought to remain conscious.

He could feel the strain on his body and mind from using such powerful abilities. The Mystic Eyes had exacted a severe toll, and Samael knew he needed to recover. He fumbled for a healing potion in the system inventory and took a swig, the potion's soothing properties working to mend his physical injuries and restore his depleted mana.

He exhaled shakily, feeling the warmth of the potion spreading through him.

With the immediate threat vanquished, Samael's mind raced. The encounter with Azazel had revealed new and frightening dimensions of his power, but it had also left him vulnerable. The toll on his body and mind was significant, and he knew he couldn't afford to remain in this state for long.

He slowly stood up, leaning against a nearby tree for support. The forest around him was quiet, the oppressive atmosphere lifted with Azazel's defeat. His heart pounded as he assessed the damage—the ground was scorched, and remnants of dark flames lingered in the air.

"How... how did I even manage that?" he muttered to himself, his voice weak but filled with awe. The powers he had accessed were formidable, far beyond his previous capabilities, and he couldn't help but marvel at the potential they held.

But one thing he knew was that-

"Thanks, Merlin!"

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[To Be Continued]

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