Chapter 106 Northern Prevailed
However, Northern's eyes widened a second later. They were now clearer after the system's voice announced his splendid progress.
Which was why he clearly saw it—a fleeting weakness, a momentary lapse in the beast's defenses as its body contorted and reshaped itself.
Northern didn't hesitate.
With a shout that echoed through the halls, he launched himself forward, the Soul Taker trailing streaks of azure light as he closed the distance.
Night Terror's formative tendrils were currently folding within, carving the finishing path of a second body and moulding out what looked like a second pair of arms.
Northern suddenly became fast. Not only was he able to see so clearly but the blue world of endless strings made it so easy for him to walk through.
Northern was currently threading on the perception of the hidden foundation that weaved reality itself. He was currently seeing the true essence of everything in this room.
As such, everything about him temporarily entered a transcended state. Northern temporarily could best utilize himself in synchronization with everything in his surrounding, even the air.
He zapped across the distance leaving trails of blue streaks as his form reached the stalwart Dark Terror…
Just as its form completed its new shape, the ghostly blade found its mark, burying itself deep within Night Terror's chest with a sickening crunch.
Northern could hear Ul's voice as he impaled the monster.
<Evolution complete>
<Rift has evolved to tier V>
And his system…
[Evolution complete]
[Catastrophic Hellion - Night Terror has evolved to Devilish Hellion - Dark Terror]
The terror let out a deafening bellow of agony, its massive form convulsing violently as the Soul Taker's dug deep into its core.
For the briefest of moments, the world seemed to hold its breath as the monster's movement slowed, the fine blade became pitch black as it completely sucked out all of Night Terror's void essence.
The monster's body slowly withered and crumbled to its feet.
Then a voice resounded in Northern's ears.
A voice that filled him with so much joy even though his vision suddenly became pitch black and he collapsed to the ground unable to move an inch of his body.
[Congratulations]
[You have killed Devilish Hellion - Dark Terror]
'Finally!' Northern rejoiced in his mind.
Even the system sounded happy to give this announcement.
[YOU HAVE GAINED AN HEROIC RANK ITEM!!]
[You have gained +12 talent fragments]
[You have reached 1000 talent fragments]
[Your soul is evolving]
[You have absorbed a Vestige of the Chaos Prince]
[You have gained three new attributes]
[You have destroy the rift's soul core]
[Rift have been swallowed by Limitless Void]
[The area of Limitless Void has grown]
So much… There was so much information the system wanted to pass but Northern's consciousness was slowly giving out.
—
An intense tear ripped the space in the middle of the throne room and it began to burn fervently with blue essence.
A couple of humans cautiously stepped out of it with their armors ringing in a melody of metal.
They all stopped in front of the gate and looked around the room, their faces growing pale with beads of sweat.
"What could have happened here…" a bearded man, looking his late forties, muttered.
The others looked around, carefully investigating the surroundings. The whole squad all went in different directions.
When they got out of the throne room and saw the sea of lifeless monsters that filled the ground. Their faces contorted with greater fear.
What could have killed these enormous amounts of monsters?
While those inside carefully studied what was left of the throne room.
Cracked floors, fractured walls and shattered pillars were what told the story of what had happened a couple of minutes… perhaps hours ago.
"Captain! I found a survivor!!"
Immediately the vibrant voice soared, everyone in the room no matter their direction all converged towards the source of the voice.
Especially Annette, who flashed across with a level of speed she usually won't display even during battle.
"I think he's breathing…" the boy said to her as she appeared next to him.
Even he was surprised by how fast she had arrived. But he brushed it off, this was a dire situation for everyone.
He looked at the body of the boy laying on the ground in the puddle of its own blood with crude lacerations decorating its frame.
"Do you think he could have single handedly caused all this–
The boy's words froze as he saw the expression on Annette's face.
He had known her for over six months, she was a very fearsome warrior and had proved herself in battles.
She was well respected despite having a very rude character. No one would dare to defy or challenge her.
And he'd swear he knew her to be a cold hearted lady, one that never changes her facial expression, regardless of what happens, her cold
glare always remained the same.
However, right now…
Gilbert and the others surrounded the two of them. Immediately, a frown etched upon the man's face.
The confused boy looked at Annette and looked at the Headmaster.
Definitely, he wasn't the only one in this situation.
All of them probably felt the same mixture of emotions as they watched Annette crumble to her knees and pick up the boy shouting.
"Braham! Where is your shitty ass!"
Smiling, the green haired boy gently walked out of the crowd.
"Master Anne. You don't need to shout before I can hear you." He chimed to her with a small smile.
Every other time, she probably would have picked a fight with him and tried to beat him up but she didn't seem to be up for that today.
"Heal him" she commanded.
Braham slowly opened his eyes and looked at the Headmaster.
Gilbert nodded for him to go ahead.
He looked at Annette and then looked at the boy in her arms, studying the wounds on his body.
"I don't understand how he is even breathing with this much wound on his body… he's practically a living corpse"
"You think I give a damn. Heal the damn thing! Every last piece of wound on his body."
"Yea yea, but we'll need to step out of the realm first" he responded and shrugged her away, retreating towards the rift.
As he did, Raven frowned and looked around.
Gilbert also sighed. Then he announced it to the rest who hadn't noticed.
"The rift is closing. Grab anything useful and let's get out of this place."
He cast a long gaze on Annette's back as she walked forward, carrying the sole survivor of this rift in her arms.
"Grandmaster Rughsbourgh… I don't know why, but I feel your nemesis has just been born." A smile curled his lips as he mumbled to himself.