Extra's Death: I Am the Son of Hades novel Chapter 627

Chapter 627: Berserker VS Neo

Nameless Death (Neo Hargraves) POV

The sun had barely risen, but the jungle of Red Silence never changed.

It was always dim, always smothered in rust-colored fog and the silence that gave the place its name.

Beneath the canopy of gnarled trees and dying vines, space distorted with the sound of shifting air.

The agreed place was quiet, at least for now.

Nameless Death stood with his arms folded.

Zagreus waited beside him, arms behind his back and eyes closed as if listening for something distant.

Across from them, two figures emerged from the clearing’s edge.

"Asmodea," Nameless said.

She gave a nod, her long coat dragging behind her as she walked. "We’ve completed the task, prince."

Zagreus opened his eyes. "Good job."

"Let’s not waste time," Nameless said. "Are the teleporters stable?"

"They’re functional. Three set along the outer rim. Two deeper. One right in the middle, near the Sacred Gate," Asmodea replied.

Nameless gave a brief nod. "Good. That’ll help when things start."

Zagreus tapped a finger against his wrist lightly, a faint rune pulsing in response.

"Where’s Barabatos?" Nameless asked suddenly, as he scanned the empty space around them. "He should’ve joined us by now."

"He said he found traces of where the ant might’ve been hiding. Searching the location took him longer than he expected, apparently. But he’ll be back soon." Zagreus sighed.

There was a pause.

Then Zagreus added, "Still, I think we should handle Berserker before he returns. It’ll be embarrassing if the three of us can’t deal with him."

Asmodea smiled faintly, her gaze lingering on the swirling mist surrounding the jungle’s edges.

"Embarrassment is the least of our worries. After all, weak he may be, Berserker is still part of the Supreme of Void."

Time passed slowly after that.

Eighteen hours drifted by, punctuated by silence and preparation.

They didn’t speak much.

Each of them meditated, adjusted their focus, or rechecked the spatial arrangements surrounding the clearing.

Nameless Death remained seated on a broken root.

Then the countdown rune on his hand reached zero.

The atmosphere shifted.

The sky, already rust-colored, twisted.

Chaos elementals bled into existence, dancing in thin lines across space, making the clearing tremble.

The ground groaned. Trees bent.

Above, the red mist spiraled like a typhoon forming in slow motion.

Then it vanished.

And in the eye of that silence, a figure appeared.

A humanoid shape stood in the center of the clearing.

It looked as though it was sculpted from red mist, but unlike before, this one had ’weight’.

No one had sensed the moment he arrived. There were no spatial distortions.

"He came with a body from somewhere," Zagreus muttered.

Unlike before, where the bodies Berserker used were created by condensing mist or by taking over a monster, this body was different.

Nameless Death stood up.

He faced the figure across the mist-filled space.

Berserker smiled. His face, still indistinct like smoke behind a glass pane, tilted as he looked past Nameless Death.

Zagreus and the others didn’t move.

"Why are they just standing there?" Berserker asked, his voice carrying a low, almost amused tone.

"I asked them not to interfere."

"Oh?" Berserker chuckled. "You sure about that?"

"I’m at peak of Stage 4, and you’re Stage 4, Grade 3, Level 5. I don’t need anyone’s help to defeat you."

There was a pause.

Berserker’s grin widened.

"You really believe that matters to me?" he said, a rough edge slipping into his voice. "I’m the Supreme of Void. Jumping a few Grades is nothing to me."

Nameless gave a slight nod, as if he didn’t care if Berserk could do that. ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com

A vein throbbed on Berserker’s forehead.

But he didn’t lash out.

Instead, he smiled wider.

"You’ve changed," Berserker said. "After entering the Sacred Gate... You’re not afraid anymore."

"It was cautiousness, not fear. I was never afraid," Nameless replied. He looked past Berserker. "Where’s the ant?"

No answer came.

Berserker shrugged, as if the question didn’t matter.

His eyes gleamed faintly in the mist.

Nameless Death clicked his tongue, knowing Berserker wouldn’t answer that easily. "Since we’re going to fight, let’s get this over with quickly."

He stepped forward once, drawing a subtle line in the ground with his toe.

"One attack each," he said.

"Say again?" Berserker questioned.

"We’ll attack each other once with full power. The one who causes more damage wins."

Zagreus frowned slightly. Asmodea didn’t react.

Leonora became nervous.

She knew the strength of Supremes, and wanted to tell Nameless Death against such reckless approach, but she could only stay quiet when her spirit whale stopped her.

Berserker barked a laugh. "You serious?"

"Yes."

"You’re not underestimating me just because I look like this, right?" Berserker asked, stretching one hand. Chaos elementals spiraled around it, thin lines of corruption eating into the mist.

"You’re weaker, so I don’t want to waste time. That’s all."

"Fine. I’ll go first then. You don’t mind, right?" Berserker let out a savage grin.

Nameless didn’t answer. He simply stood straight, hands at his sides, gaze fixed.

The skies darkened.

Berserker drew in breath, slow and sharp.

The red mist that had faded began to rise again, faster this time.

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