Chapter 99: "You took your time,"
The air shifted before anyone spoke.
Heads tilted up as shadows moved across the ruined field.
Five figures hung in the sky, framed by the torn clouds. They weren’t just there—they carried that weight, that pull in the gut that told everyone watching the fight was about to change.
Front and center, a young man stood in midair with a baby dragon coiled lazily over his shoulder, its silver scales glinting faintly in the dull light. His hair moved with the wind, eyes locked on the scene below.
Lucian.
His gaze dropped to Karl, then to the broken figure on the ground—his sister. For a moment, there was nothing in his face. No twitch, no breath, no sign of thought. Just... a stillness that didn’t belong to someone human.
And then he saw it.
From the edge of the field, through the hanging dust, a monster lunged at Lucy. Not one of the rabble—they’d been cleared out. This thing was fast, jagged, a blur of teeth and spikes. It cut across the space in a blink, aiming for her neck.
Karl turned his head toward Lucian, maybe to warn him, maybe to test him.
He didn’t need to.
Lucian was gone from the sky and in front of Lucy before the monster finished its second stride. The baby dragon clung tighter, its small claws gripping his shoulder as the wind of his arrival punched outward.
The monster swung—claws like hooked spears.
Lucian’s right hand came up, fingers closing around the thing’s head like it was nothing more than clay. There was no flare of power, no shout, just a slow, unyielding squeeze.
Bone popped. Then the whole skull collapsed into pulp under his grip. The body went limp, collapsing in on itself before it even hit the ground.
Lucian let it drop.
He turned to his sister, eyes scanning her with that same unreadable calm. She was breathing, but every inhale shivered. Her body was a mess of bruises and dried blood. Her aura—once fierce, alive—was a faint echo.
He knelt beside her and laid a hand on her shoulder.
A glow spilled from his palm—not the white of healing spells, not the gold of divine touch. It was a deep, vivid green, alive in a way that made the air taste fresher. The light crawled across her body, seeping into every torn muscle and fractured bone.
Her breathing steadied. The purple bruises faded. The shallow cuts sealed. The tremor in her hands stopped.
[NEW SKILL ]
Skill: [Verdant Core Restoration] – XXX Rank
Type: Regeneration / Vitality Surge
Description: Harnessing the primal wellspring awakened upon reaching X Rank, the user channels life-force into another, repairing physical damage at a cellular level. Removes exhaustion from the body and restores combat readiness. Cannot restore mental stamina or heal trauma of the spirit.
Cooldown: None
The light dimmed, and Lucian’s hand dropped.
Lucy blinked up at him, her vision focusing. When she realized who it was, a small smile touched her lips—not relief, not victory, just... comfort.
Then her eyes slipped shut again.
He caught her before she could fall, resting her gently against the broken earth.
"Rest," he murmured, almost too low to hear.
The baby dragon on his shoulder nuzzled his neck once before turning its gaze outward, sharp little eyes tracking the rest of the field.
Around them, the fight had shifted. Evelyn’s duplicates were everywhere—some wielding fire, some ice, some holding shields of shimmering crystal. Every few seconds, a new ability rippled through the copies as she cycled the powers she’d taken on her way here.
Each clone hit with different force, different style—one snapped a monster’s neck with bare hands, another split one in half with a blade made of hardened light. The original Evelyn moved between them, her focus locked on the bigger threats.
Silas was pure momentum, his enhanced body blurring between impacts. He tore through monsters with nothing but speed and weight, each strike folding an enemy in on itself. A sweeping backhand broke a beast’s spine; a knee crushed another’s ribcage before it even roared. His coat was shredded at the sleeves, showing the hard muscle and glowing nodes under his skin as they pulsed brighter with each kill.
Vyn stood still by comparison—but the world around her moved like it answered to her alone. Lines of magic coiled in the air, weaving between her fingers before snapping outward into jagged, twisting spears of pure mana. They shot through enemies in perfect arcs, bending midair to strike again from behind. Every gesture reshaped the field—walls of magic rose to block, then exploded outward in controlled bursts.
Reia was calm in the middle of it, her eyes tracking every moving piece. Numbers and symbols flickered faintly in the air around her as she calculated. Her telepathic reach kept the team flowing together—warnings flashed into minds before danger arrived, orders slotted into gaps before anyone had to think. At the same time, she was tracing the lines of energy that fed the gate, pulling apart its structure piece by piece.
The monsters were still coming, but they were dwindling fast. The smaller ones were shredded by Evelyn’s numbers. The faster ones were intercepted by Silas. The heavy ones didn’t get past Vyn’s magic walls.
Lucian rose to his feet, eyes lifting toward the gate in the distance. It pulsed faintly, the surface rippling as more shadows moved just beyond. His gaze sharpened.
Karl, still standing a few meters away, studied him openly. His white-gold veins had faded almost completely, but his posture was loose, unreadable.
"You took your time," Karl said, voice low.
Lucian glanced at him briefly, then back to the gate. "Wasn’t here for you."
Karl’s mouth quirked, not quite a smile. "You’ll change your mind."
Lucian didn’t answer.
A roar cut across the battlefield—a deeper, heavier tone than the others. From the gate’s edge, something massive began to push through, its silhouette taller than the buildings at the far end of the street.
Reia’s voice slid into his head without warning, clear and sharp: That one’s not supposed to be here. The gate’s pulling from a deeper layer.
Vyn’s magic flared brighter. "Then we close it now."
"Not yet," Evelyn called, wiping blood from her cheek as another duplicate shattered in smoke beside her. "Lucian might want to meet it."
He didn’t move.
The massive creature stepped fully through—a hulking, plated thing with arms long enough to scrape the ground, a mouth splitting far too wide across its face. Energy bled off its hide in waves.
Lucian turned his head toward Reia. "Keep working on the seal."
Then he started walking toward it.
Each step was slow, deliberate. The ground didn’t crack, the air didn’t shake—but there was a tightening, like everything within reach was being drawn into his pace.
The monster roared again and charged.
It covered the distance in less than a second—its bulk tearing trenches in the street as it swung a fist the size of a car.
Lucian raised his hand.
The punch stopped. Not slowed—stopped, the knuckles hanging inches from his face. His fingers closed around them, and for a heartbeat the entire battlefield went quiet, as if the sound had been cut away.
Then he twisted.
The arm came off at the shoulder in a single, clean tear. The monster screamed, stumbling back, black ichor spraying in a wide arc.
Lucian didn’t give it space.
He was on its chest before it fell, his palm pressing against the armor-like plates. A deep, green light flared under his hand—the same light he’d used on Lucy, but sharper, hungrier.
The plates cracked.
Then the cracks spread, and the entire front of the creature burst outward in a rain of shards and gore.
Lucian stepped back, letting the corpse fall.
He didn’t look at Karl, but he didn’t have to. The message was there.
Karl tilted his head, studying him like he’d just found a puzzle worth keeping.
Above them, the gate shuddered as Reia’s calculations reached their end. Energy threads snapped one by one, the surface of the portal rippling harder, slower, until it began to collapse inward.
The baby dragon on Lucian’s shoulder gave a short, sharp trill.
The wind shifted again. The sky lightened, just a little.
And somewhere in the quiet, Karl’s voice carried: "Guess you made it in time after all."
Lucian didn’t answer. He was already kneeling beside his sister again.
When the gate closed for good, the last of the monsters dead, the field finally went still.
But the way Karl and Lucian stood in the same place, neither looking away—that was its own kind of storm.