Level Up Legacy

Chapter 1195  A Golden Shard

Chapter 1195  A Golden Shard


"Such power," he hissed, the same inky magic his brother wielded crackling around his hands, "It should never have been denied me."


Betrayal cut deeper than any blade. The darkness lashed out, ensnaring Oriole, the Knight, even the unconscious Caleb. Its touch was not pain, but a numbing despair, draining their will to fight.


"You see, my friend," the scholar sneered, the soft-spoken facade finally shattered, "I wasn"t broken by this war, I was awakened by it. This relic, this key! It will rip this dungeon free, not to some fantasy Earth, but fulfill a destiny long promised to me by a power far greater than yours."


Oriole struggled, voice barely above a whisper as the power choked his defiance, "Destiny? What are you talking about?" as he asked, he struggled to break free from the darkness.


The scholar laughed, a chilling sound that reverberated in the dungeon. "The Empyrean isn"t just a being. He"s... a force. His visions touch not just the future, but pierce the fabric of time itself. Those visions promised me power, dominion!"


The Knight roared, trying to break free from the darkness. Her icy power exploded in every direction, but the darkness swallowed it all.


The scholar"s grin widened. "It is futile to struggle. My vision is unrelated to you, but fifty years in the making! My brother and I both saw it, felt the Empyrean"s touch…the promise of a reward beyond our wildest imaginings. And that reward, my friends, relies on handing you to him."


Oriole felt his heart constrict. If these words are true, then that means the empyrean has laid traps for them fifty years ago! "We fought against him just few days ago, how could he lay a trap fifty years ago!"


"Your mind would never understand," the scholar spat, "We never met our lord, but saw him in a vision, my brother and I. And we fought, my brother and I, over who would present you as trophies to our master. In the end, wisdom triumphed, patience won. I let him think himself victorious as I bided my time…and here you stand, my prize delivered."


The lord, realizing his own insignificance in this grand scheme, let out a pathetic whimper, his greed crumbling before a cosmic terror he couldn"t comprehend. Oriole clung to a desperate hope.


"You"re wrong!" he gasped, "If the Empyrean cared about you, he would not have made you waste fifty years of your life scheming and fighting!"


The scholar chuckled, the darkness pulsating around him. "The Empyrean is a being beyond your understanding. His touch is subtle, his plans vast. He manipulates not just the present, but the very threads of time. I unlock the door, he walks through it…and when this world is reshaped, I shall stand at his side, the grand architect of a new order!"


For the first time since their betrayal, the scholar faltered. He stumbled back, eyes darting frantically to the unstable gateway he had summoned. The Empyrean"s arrival was imminent, the culmination of his decades-long scheme. Yet, here stood Oriole, wreathed in a power that defied his meticulous plans. Perhaps, in his arrogance, he"d underestimated these travelers from Earth.


Oriole"s gaze hardened, his newfound power crackling through the vines and blossoms. "This is life," he declared, his voice cutting through the roar, "This world isn"t yours to reshape, to twist into some cosmic design. It belongs to those who fight for it, bleed for it!"


The ground trembled anew, the Empyrean"s approach heralded by an unnatural silence falling over the room. The darkness throbbed against the shield of vibrant light, a battle for dominance mere moments from its climax.


"It doesn"t matter!" the scholar shrieked, his madness reaching a fever pitch, "Your defiance is useless! My lord will claim you, claim this world! You and your borrowed power can only delay the inevitable!"


With a final, desperate thrust, the scholar pressed the key deeper into the gateway. The air crackled with a sickening promise, the tendrils of darkness reaching hungrily, not just for Oriole, but for the shimmering beacon he had become.


And in that instant, as the fate of not just themselves, but an entire world, hung in the balance, Oriole knew his choice was one made not just for survival, but for something more precious, more powerful than any grand design. He would defy the Empyrean not through battle, but through an act of pure creation.


"The reason that Arthur rewrote the timeline was to ensure that his powers of creation is never misused," said Oriole as he stood, vines wrapped around his body like armor. Wood forming over his chest like a plate, protecting him with pulsating life. "That was the reason I refused to take this power."


"These plants and this power… It should belong to the…" muttered the Knight of Courage, watching Oriole raise his hand to summon golden mana. "It should belong to the Seika of Living Beings."


"Arthur is so much more than just a Seika," said Oriole with a grin as the golden mana twisted and turned into a shard. The moment it appeared, the darkness scattered like an illusion, fleeing for its life. It radiated a brilliant glow as the entire vault room trembled.


With a surge of will, he thrust his hand forward. The blossoming vines whipped through the air, no longer a shield, but a weapon. They pierced the shadows, thorns glinting like teeth, sinking deep into the crumbling stone. The air throbbed as the golden mana, the heart of Arthur"s creation, coalesced in his palm into a shimmering shard. And as he raised it, the world seemed to hold its breath.


The darkness shrieked. It wasn"t the scholar"s voice, but the cry of a power ant.i.thetical to the life now blazing within the room. Inky tendrils recoiled, shriveling in the face of this raw, chaotic creation.


"NO!" the scholar screamed, a desperate edge tainting his madness. "You wield an abomination! My lord...he will still claim this world!"


For a moment, there was a stark, impossibly beautiful contrast. The gateway throbbed with the promise of all-consuming destruction, while Oriole stood wreathed in vibrant, defiant life. Yet, as the Empyrean"s arrival became imminent, a bone-chilling dread wormed its way through the fleeting beauty.