Hunter Academy: Revenge of the Weakest novel Chapter 621

Chapter 621 - 136.11 - The Hunt

"Tell me. Was it worth it?"

I raised my hand slowly, watching Zharokath's broken form with a smile creeping across my face. The shadows around me began to stir, swirling as if they were alive, forming a small, protective shield that wrapped itself around my outstretched hand. The darkness pulsed with power, responding to my will as if it had always been mine to command.

"But still…" I said, my voice laced with amusement. "You know, it's quite ironic."

Zharokath's eyes followed the movement of my hand, and for a moment, confusion flickered across his face. I watched him carefully, waiting for the moment he'd realize. And when I saw that spark of recognition, I couldn't help but grin wider.

"Do these shadows feel familiar to you?" I asked, my voice soft, taunting. The words hung in the air, and I could see it—his body tensing, his eyes widening as the reality dawned on him.

"This…" Zharokath muttered, his voice weak, but filled with disbelief. His gaze locked onto the swirling shadows, and I could feel his shock, his fear growing.

I leaned in, letting the shadows wrap tighter around me, their presence palpable. "Indeed," I said, my smile widening. "It is the power of the Primordial of Shadows."

Zharokath's expression was priceless—the way his face twisted with horror, the way his mind tried to process what he was seeing. He had lost everything, and now, here I was, wielding the very power of a Primordial in front of him.

"But there's something special about me," I continued, my tone filled with satisfaction. "You see, I have the ability to absorb the power of demons. And what you see now… is just one of the many gifts I've taken from your kind."

His body trembled as he looked at me, disbelief flooding his face. "No…" he muttered, his voice shaky. "That's… impossible."

I laughed, low and cold, watching the despair deepen in his eyes. "Oh, it's very possible," I whispered. "I've taken the power of the Primordial of Shadows for myself, just like I will take yours."

The realization hit him like a hammer. Zharokath had spent centuries working to revive the Primordial of Void, pouring everything into a desperate attempt to restore his clan's glory. freёweɓnovel.com

"And then, I will use this power of yours to get rid of the primordial of Void."

Now, here I was, wielding the power of another Primordial as if it were nothing, reducing all of his efforts to dust.

"Do you understand now?" I asked, my voice filled with dark amusement. "You will be the one contributing to the death of your own ancestor. No matter what you do, no matter how much power you think you have… I will always be one step ahead of you."

The horror in his eyes was all the confirmation I needed. He knew, deep down, that his time was over. And that everything he had sacrificed would amount to nothing.

I let the shadows swirl around me for a moment longer, savoring the look of despair on his face. "And now," I said, stepping closer, "I'll make sure you never forget this feeling. Even if you're reborn, even if you come back, you will never be the same. You'll always remember what happened here, what you lost."

Zharokath's breath came in shallow gasps, his mind barely able to process the gravity of his defeat. I smiled again, satisfied, knowing that this moment would haunt him for the rest of his existence—however short that might be.

The shadows pulsed around me, a reminder of the power I had taken. And as I stood over him, watching him crumble, I knew that this was exactly what I had been waiting for.

Complete and utter destruction.

And it felt glorious.

Zharokath's body shook violently, his eyes wide, his lips quivering as the horror of his situation sank in. The once-proud demon, the being who had spent centuries crafting his plans, was now reduced to a trembling wreck at my feet. His mind was shattering, the realization of his failure hitting him with the force of a tidal wave.

"No… no… no…" he muttered, his voice barely a whisper, but the fear and disbelief in it were undeniable. His body convulsed, his muscles twitching uncontrollably as if trying to reject the truth.

I stood over him, watching with satisfaction as he crumbled. His breaths came in shallow, rapid gasps, his gaze unfocused, his mind spiraling into hysteria.

"No… that can't be… this can't be…" Zharokath repeated, his voice growing more frantic, more desperate. He shook his head violently, as if denying the reality would somehow change it. "No… no… the Primordial… it can't… be…"

I watched, smiling as his mind unraveled, his once ironclad will reduced to a fragile, broken thing. Every second of his denial only deepened my satisfaction. This was the true power I held over him—not just physical dominance, but the complete destruction of his spirit.

"It is," I said softly, my voice cutting through his muttering like a knife. "This is the end, Zharokath. Everything you've worked for… all the sacrifices… all for nothing."

He flinched at my words, his body trembling violently. "No… no… it can't… it can't end like this… the Primordial… it has to return… it has to…"

I crouched down, bringing my face close to his, so close that he couldn't avoid the reality I was presenting to him. "It won't," I whispered. "Because you will never live to see it. And even if you did… you would be powerless to stop what's coming."

Zharokath's eyes were wide with terror, his pupils dilated as his mind raced to make sense of his unraveling world. His body shook harder, his claws scraping weakly against the floor as if trying to pull himself away from this nightmare. But there was no escape. Not from me.

"Everything you are," I continued, my voice cold and merciless, "will contribute to the destruction of the very thing you sought to revive. You will be the one to kill the Primordial of Void, Zharokath. You will be the reason your clan never rises again."

The words hit him like a final blow. His breath caught in his throat, and for a moment, his body went rigid, his mind too overwhelmed to process what I had said. But then, slowly, the trembling started again, worse than before. His entire body shook with uncontrollable spasms as the weight of his defeat crushed him from the inside out.

"No… no… no…" His voice cracked, barely above a whimper. "That can't be… that can't be…"