Chapter: 27, Mystery
"What do you mean your first child?" Rain asked confusion clear in her eyes.
Mathew knew the truth needs to be revealed. He brought up the courage and said "Actually… Mark isn't our biological Child."
He clutched his head as he explained "It was some months after we got married. In the middle of the night, we head a desperate knocking in our door. When we looked, we found Mark, wrapped tightly in a basket. We thought it was a prank as how fictional it was. But no one came to get him back and we eventually adopted him."
"Does he know this?" Rain asked.
Mathew shook his head and everyone turned silent.
**
In the castle under a broken moon, the soldiers were keeping guard vigilantly. The corridors were silent; occasionally some stepping sound rang out.
In a chamber, where the throne room was supposed to be, the sound of hitting metal rang out. A gaunt man was hitting the melting iron in his hand with a hammer. As the hammer hit the iron between the Anvil and its surface, the heat radiated from the blow as sweat slide down his hand.
With the last blow, He finished forging the blade. But he looked at it coldly and muttered, "Useless". He threw the blade to the pile of hundreds of blades of similar kind.
He then looked at a corner, but his gaze looked far away at 'something'. As the sweat slides down his face, he muttered, this time a bit calmly "We have to speed things up…"
**
In an Icy cave, a woman in a scarlet dress was sitting on the high ice throne with a sword piercing through her chest. It was clear the body was lifeless and two pale boys were standing beside the throne.
Below the Throne, Countless different kinds of abominations were placed, looking as if they were sleeping. But it was pretty sure those were corpses of dangerous beasts.
Suddenly, her hands moved. The delicate hands moved toward the hilt of the sword. She pulled the sword out of her chest and the wound repaired swiftly.
The boys on the two sides were silent, but the woman sitting on the throne spoke. Her melodious voice came out of her lips where an amused smile played.
"So…we're speeding things up?"
She then added "Interesting~~"
**
In a vast White dessert, a gaunt man in a white metal-like garment and the glass on the helmet broken, stood there, completely still.
He looked at the distant where a black fissure was covering in a huge crater. Many abominations of the Supreme and Cursed rank were filling the crater. There was also a creature that was of the unholy rank, an Unholy Devil.
The creature that is literally a god, a being in the pinnacle of the Path of descends. The creature had three Cursed Titans under its control.
The gaunt man shifted and looked at the blue disk in the distant, his eyes red as a deep sense of pain coursed through his heart. With sadness came resentment, and with resentment came anger. His heart was filled with deep anger and his handsome face contorted with fury, he said
"Vale and Song… I will take my Revenge…"
*
On a dark ashen land, near a labyrinth, the debris from the collapse of the Crimson Spire were scattered across the land. The sky was dark and empty. The artificial sun produced by the crimson spire no longer existed.
Far away from the scattered debris, the large crater that once was a place for the dark sea. The pit to the underworld was bare open under the dark sky. The aura of the underworld emanating faintly from deep inside.
After some moments, A black hand climbed out of the pit. Her sharp and long nails, dug deep inside the earth. Soon, the terrifying but majestic face climbed out. The similar aura of the underworld was being emanated from its very being.
As the figure came out of the pit, revealing the complete body of this person. A woman in dark green garments with unknown origins was looking at the surroundings with what seemed like a confused look.
She then began to move towards the spire remains. Each step covering a very long distance and within no time, she reached the location.
She looked around, finding a deep concentration of hate and resentment coming out from a single point.
She then decided to transform. Her tall, stunning and majestic but rotten body turned into a more human like body. Her skin turned pale, looking pretty and smooth, and her tall figure became that of a girl, looking around 15 year old. Her smooth, dark hair flowing through at the back of her head. Her deep green eyes glistening in the dark night.
She then looked at something, something incomprehensible as a smile crept in her face. Her powers flowed through as the world trembled.
Buried deep within the debris, a mangled and ruined hand lifted from within the debris. The corpse of Caster rose from the dead and walked toward her. He walked ahead and knelt in front of her and said
"I greet my lady."
The girl smiled, satisfied. She then went into a daze, remembering the figure in her memories, the bittersweet feeling still lingering in her heart.
A sudden look of determination appeared in her eyes as she muttered.
"The world has gone back in time… That means I can meet you again…"
Then as if disgusted by something she muttered "The foul thing of the first prince has gotten stronger."
She then remembered the beloved figure from her memories, specifically how he died right in front of her own eyes. Her eyes turned red as the anger within her heart burned through her eyes. She turned to Caster's undead and said, handing him a strange green egg
"Pass it back to the person you hate the most, it will ruin them. But make sure the egg is unharmed until it is in the hands of the person." She said that because the current caster has his actual consciousness, so it will be hard for her to control him. She wants to deliver the egg to Mark safely.
Caster's dead, mangled face showed a hint of excitement as he took the egg and the power she granted him and said respectfully.
"I understand, My lady… I will be careful."
With this… The Story in the Forgotten Shore ended…
End…
{End of Volume 1: Reborn as an Extra}
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