Necromancer of The Shadows

A bright light flashed on the top of the 10,001st step, and Evan disappeared from there.

Because of the blinding light, he was forced to close his eyes. When the light finally receded, and he regained his vision, he found himself standing in a dark space.

Evan looked at the dark space around him with a frown, his senses sharp, but his expression confused as he couldn't help but feel that he had been here before.

Just as he was thinking about when he had seen this place, the darkness began to shift.

Slowly, it lit up ever so slightly. Though the surroundings were still dim, with his heightened eyesight, it was no problem for Evan to see everything clearly.

"What should we do with him?" An indifferent voice belonging to a man reached Evan's ears, cutting through the silence.

The moment Evan heard the voice, his body stiffened, and he slowly turned his head to look behind him.

"From the looks of it, even if we don't do anything, he can live for three days at most..." A cold voice—belonging to a woman—followed the man's statement.

When Evan finally turned to face them fully, he saw a familiar scene unfolding before his eyes.

"As I expected..." He muttered softly, his voice tinged with resignation as his gaze fell on two figures whose voices he had just heard.

The two people were engaged in conversation, their focus on a baby—who had long pointy ears and a demonic aura around him, lying on the ground in front of them.

When Evan was in the Tomb of the Ancient—before meeting Elora—he had entered a wooden hut. Upon entering the hut, he had glimpsed this very memory. (Chap—901)

It was only after entering that wooden hut that he had first learned about the black figure he is searching for in the Blood Dungeon.

Now, the same memory was playing out again before him, as vivid as the first time.

"Who are these two people? And why can't I see their faces?" Evan muttered to himself, narrowing his eyes at the figures.

Just like last time, the two figures who were talking were shrouded in a thin veil of mist, concealing their appearances. No matter how hard he tried to pierce through it, his senses failed him and he couldn't see their faces.

For reasons he couldn't explain, just looking at them filled Evan with burning anger. It was a deep, instinctive rage that rose from somewhere within his soul.

Just like what he had seen last time, the two figures continued their conversation, debating coldly and indifferently how to dispose of the baby.

Evan ignored their words this time and instead approached the infant, his expression softening as he squatted beside him.

The baby, as if sensing Evan's presence, slowly turned its head and met his gaze. One of the infant's eyes glowed a brilliant gold, while the other burned a deep crimson. 𝐑Â𝐍օ฿Êś

Evan felt his breath hitch. Just like the last time he had seen the baby, he could feel two distinct energies clashing violently within the child's fragile body. These energies were tearing the baby apart from the inside, bringing it closer to death with each passing moment.

Back then, Evan had struggled to identify the nature of the energies. But this time, things were different. With his sensitivity heightened by the first level of Blood Assimilation, he immediately recognized the source of the clash.

"The conceptual energy of life and the conceptual energy of death," He murmured softly, his tone heavy with understanding.

Because of the transformation in his bloodline, he had developed a keen sensitivity to these two concepts. Now, it was easy for him to discern the energies waging war inside the infant.

"Just as I suspected earlier, these two energies originate from the Doom Bringer Bloodline," Evan muttered, his gaze never leaving the child's pain-stricken face.

After awakening the Balance Weaver skill, he had thought about all the abilities that his bloodline grants him and he reached the conclusion that his bloodline was intrinsically linked to the concepts of life and death.

Now, as he examined the infant's condition, his theory seemed more certain than ever.

"This child can't be more than a day or two old," Evan murmured thoughtfully, scrutinizing the baby's frail form. "If it's only been a day or two since he was born, it's impossible for someone to have tampered with his bloodline. That means he must have inherited the Doom Bringer Bloodline directly from his parents."

As these thoughts ran through his mind, Evan's gaze flicked toward the two veiled figures in front of him. His expression darkened.

"Could these two people be..." He wondered aloud, his voice low and cold.

Taking a deep breath, Evan tried to calm himself. After a moment, he stood up straight, his piercing gaze fixed on the mysterious pair.

"Since you are already here, why don't you come forward and face me?" He spoke in a cold voice.

As soon as Evan's words rang out, the space beside him twisted and a figure cloaked in black mist appeared, its form fluid and undefined.

Evan didn't show any surprise when the black figure appeared beside him, his eyes still locked on the two veiled figures in front of him.

"Who are they?" He asked in a calm voice.

"There is no need to ask me, as you already know the answer," The black figure replied in a low voice.

"I am not talking about my relationship with them," Evan clarified. "I want to know who they are. And more importantly, why can't I see their faces?"

The black figure remained silent upon hearing Evan's words as if weighing its response. Then, after a moment, without a word, it stepped forward and raised its hand.

With a single gesture from its hand, the mist obscuring the two figures began to dissipate. Slowly, their forms became clearer.

Evan's breath caught in his throat as he stared at them, his heart pounding wildly.

"The woman before you is Lesentra," The black figure spoke, its tone calm but carrying an undeniable weight. "She is known as the Progenitor of the Demons."

Evan's eyes widened in shock, his body tensing as he turned his gaze to the other figure.

"And the man beside her," The black figure continued, "Is Mythrenor—the Progenitor of the Elves."

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