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Chapter 276: Another Awakening

The chamber fell into a pregnant silence, broken only by the rhythmic drip of water from the stalactites above and the low hum emanating from the ancient disk.

Lyerin stood motionless before it, his hand still hovering just above the engraved metal.

His eyes darkened, reflecting the pulsing light as if he were peering into a bottomless abyss.

The air grew heavier with each passing moment, making it hard for the soldiers to breathe.

Without warning, Lyerin lowered his hand and touched the disk.

A wave of energy exploded outward—WHOOOOM!—like the tolling of a massive bell, shaking the walls and sending vibrations through the stone floor.

The soldiers stumbled, their knees buckling as they grabbed onto anything within reach to steady themselves.

One of them cried out, his voice swallowed by the overwhelming sound.

The glow of the murals intensified, casting the chamber in a ghostly, flickering light.

Lyerin began to chant. The words that poured from his lips were unlike any language the soldiers had ever heard.

Each syllable reverberated in their skulls, sharp and jagged, as if tearing through reality itself.

Thrum.

Thrum.

Thrum.

The pulse of the disk matched the rhythm of his voice, growing louder and faster.

The soldiers' panic began to build, their eyes darting wildly as they tried to make sense of what was happening.

"W-what is he doing?" one of them whispered, his voice shaking. No one answered. They were all too transfixed, too terrified by the sight before them.

The light from the disk flared, casting long, twisting shadows across the chamber.

Lyerin raised his arms, and the runes etched into the stone walls blazed to life, their glow intertwining with the symbols on the disk.

The energy in the air became suffocating, pressing down on their chests like an invisible weight.

The soldiers' breaths came in short gasps, their eyes wide with dread.

"Stop... this isn't right," another soldier stammered, clutching at his chest as if he could push the weight away. His words went unheard, lost in the torrent of Lyerin's chanting.

Then the ground cracked.

CRACK!

CRACK!

Fissures raced outward from the altar, glowing with an unnatural light.

The soldiers stepped back, their boots scraping against the stone as they retreated.

"What is happening?!" one of them shouted, his voice tinged with hysteria.

He glanced at his comrades, their faces pale with fear. None of them had answers.

The glow from the fissures began to rise, tendrils of energy coiling and writhing like living things.

They reached for Lyerin, wrapping around him like serpents.

He didn't flinch.

Instead, he continued his chant, his voice now a harsh crescendo.

The soldiers watched, their panic mounting.

Sweat dripped from their foreheads, and their hearts pounded in their chests like war drums.

"This isn't normal. This... this can't be happening," one soldier muttered, backing away until he hit the cold, unyielding wall of the chamber. "Is he summoning something? Is he going to kill us?"

Others began to voice their fears, their words tumbling over each other in a frantic cacophony. "What if we're trapped here? What if—"

"Quiet!" Lucas barked, his voice cutting through the panic. But even he couldn't hide the tremor in his hands. His eyes were locked on Lyerin, watching every movement, every flicker of light.

Suddenly, the tendrils of energy snapped taut.

SNAP!

SNAP!

The sound was sharp, electric, and sent shivers down their spines.

Lyerin's chanting stopped, replaced by an eerie silence that pressed in on them from all sides.

The tendrils pulsed, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still.

Then Lyerin spoke, his voice low and resonant. "Blood and stone. Life and death. By the old pact, I call you forth."

The disk's glow intensified, blindingly bright.

The soldiers shielded their eyes, their panic reaching a fever pitch. "No, no, no!" one of them screamed, his voice cracking.

Another dropped to his knees, his face buried in his hands.

They couldn't move, couldn't escape the oppressive energy that filled the chamber.

The light dimmed, revealing Lyerin standing tall, his eyes blazing with power.

He lowered his arms, and the tendrils of energy slowly withdrew, sinking back into the fissures with a soft hiss.

The glow of the murals faded, leaving only the dim, pulsing light of the disk.

"What... what have you done?" one soldier managed to choke out, his voice trembling.

Lyerin turned to face them, his expression calm, almost serene. "I have awakened what slumbered beneath," he said, his words sending a chill down their spines.

The soldiers stared at him, their fear giving way to a mixture of awe and horror.

The soldiers, still trembling and pale from the overwhelming power they had just witnessed, exchanged wary glances.

Their fear was palpable, yet so was their curiosity.

"Should we ask him?" they whispered among each other.

There was something inexplicable about the ritual they had just seen—a mystery that gnawed at their minds.

One of the men, his voice unsteady but driven by a need for understanding, stepped forward. "What did you mean by 'awaken what slumbered beneath'? What...what lies beneath this place?"

Lyerin turned his gaze to the soldier, his eyes cold and distant. "A fragment of an ancient power," he said simply, as if discussing the weather.

The soldier's eyes widened, and murmurs spread among the group. Another soldier spoke up, desperation in his tone. "Ancient power? Is it dangerous? Did you... did you unleash something that could harm us all?"

"Potentially," Lyerin replied, his voice calm and detached. "If provoked." Read exclusive content at m_v-l'-NovelBin.net

A woman with a deep scar running along her jaw pushed through the others, her face a mix of apprehension and resolve.

"What was the purpose of all this? Are we just pawns in some grand scheme of yours?" Her words hung in the air, heavy with accusation.

Lyerin's gaze didn't waver. "The purpose is my own," he said softly.

The soldiers erupted into a torrent of questions, their fear manifesting as frantic demands for clarity.

"What kind of power can be awakened here?" "Did you bring us here to die?" "Are we expendable to you?" "Is this some kind of test?" "What happens to us now?"

Lyerin listened, his expression never changing.

When they paused, desperate for answers, he spoke again, his words as cold as ice.

"The power here is ancient and tied to this land. No, you were not brought here to die. Your purpose is what you make of it."

Another soldier's voice rose, tinged with panic. "You said 'if provoked.' Are we in danger just by being here? Is there something watching us now?"

"Yes," Lyerin said, his tone betraying no emotion. "Be careful."

The group shifted uneasily. A younger soldier, barely more than a boy, asked with wide eyes, "Is it awake now? Will it come for us?"

"Not yet," Lyerin replied simply.

Lucas stepped forward, his jaw clenched. "You're toying with powers beyond comprehension, Lyerin. Why would you risk all of our lives for this?"

"For the future," Lyerin said, the words falling like lead.

The soldiers were not satisfied. Questions spilled from them in a torrent, their voices overlapping, each more desperate than the last.

"Will it spread beyond this cave?" "Is this power controllable?" "Did the disk choose you?" "Is there any way to undo what you did?" "What are you planning next?" "Did you always intend to put us in danger?"

Lyerin's responses were simple, each one striking with the precision of a blade. "Yes." "To some extent." "Perhaps." "Not in the way you think." "I plan many things." "You were warned."

The soldiers' fear and frustration boiled over. "What do you mean 'we were warned'?!" someone shouted. "You dragged us into this without telling us anything!"

Lyerin's gaze turned icy. "You chose to follow. Do not mistake your choices for mine."

Another wave of questions rose, this time more hesitant, as if they feared the answers they might receive.

"Can this power be used to protect us?" "Will it consume us?" "Are you the only one who can control it?" "What happens if we leave?" "Why did you awaken it now?" "Does it want something from us?" "Are there others like it?"

"Yes." "Possibly." "For now." "You risk everything." "Timing is crucial." "Maybe." "Yes."

The soldiers fell silent, their minds spinning.

The reality of what they had walked into, and the cold certainty of Lyerin's responses, left them reeling.

Fear, frustration, and confusion warred within them.

Some wanted to demand more answers, to press him further, but the calm detachment with which Lyerin answered their questions was more chilling than the ritual itself.

It was as if nothing could shake him, as if they were all mere pawns in a game only he understood.

One final voice, tired and trembling, broke the silence. "What happens now, Lyerin?"

He regarded them with a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes. "Now, we move forward."

Lucas was just watching on the side, the ritual was scary.

It's like, even though saying it was not, but when it was happening, they felt like the jaw of a massive hulking beast was about to devour them.

He couldn't help but swallow.