Demonic Pornstar System novel Chapter 722

Chapter 722: Fury

The stone beneath his feet cratered from the force of his launch, and he crossed the sixty-meter gap in a single bound, rising through the air with his mana streaming behind him like a comet’s tail of dark red and black.

His body was still changing mid-flight. The horns were longer now, curving back over his skull. His eyes burned in the dark of his own shadow, and the sound that came from his throat was a roar that had no words in it, just the raw, layered fury of a man and the thing inside him agreeing on exactly one point.

The twins broke. Cassian grabbed Calix by the tether and they flickered, swapping positions in a desperate reflex that put them further from where Kaiden was about to land. Their mana guttered. Their faces were white.

Selena didn’t run. She raised both hands and her mana blazed, a wall of white energy between her and the thing hurtling toward her.

The sun went out.

One moment the mountain range was lit by afternoon light, and the next moment it wasn’t. The sky above the peaks turned the color of a bruise and then kept darkening, the blue swallowed by a blackness that spread from horizon to horizon as if someone had drawn a curtain across the world. The temperature plummeted, the cold of standing in a place where warmth had been revoked as a concept.

The shadows came alive.

They poured from every surface, every fissure in the stone, every crevice in the rock face, bleeding upward and outward in defiance of every law that governed how darkness was supposed to behave.

They pooled across the mountain range like a tide of black oil, swallowing the terrain, eating the light, and the range that had been stone and scrub went dark.

The monsters felt it first.

The creatures that had been clawing at Nyx’s barrier froze. Their bodies locked. Their mana signatures guttered like candle flames in a hurricane, and then the screaming started.

Every monster in the stampede, every predator and prey animal within range of whatever had just arrived began to shriek. The sound was the raw, animal terror of things that understood, on an instinctive level older than thought, that something had entered their world that could unmake them by existing in the same space.

The creatures attacking the girls collapsed. Their legs buckled, their bodies hit the stone, and they writhed and screamed with their mana systems failing inside them, crushed by a pressure so vast that being nearby was enough to break them.

Nyx’s barrier splintered and the three monsters that had been throwing themselves against it fell away, howling, clawing at their own bodies as if the shadows pooling around them were burrowing into their skin. Nyx lowered her hands and stared.

Luna, one-armed, bleeding, felt the shadows reach her shoulder. The darkness pooled against the ragged wound where her arm had been and the blood stopped. The flesh at the edges of the wound had gone dark, sealed, the bleeding cauterized. She pulled her severed arm from her teeth and saw the same thing: the exposed end where it had been taken was no longer weeping. The shadows had closed it, gently, the way a mother presses a cloth to a child’s scrape.

On the ridge, the twins felt it hit them like a physical weight.

Calix’s knees hit the stone. Cassian caught himself on his brother’s shoulder and the tether between them flickered and died, snuffed out, their combined power suddenly irrelevant in the face of what was pressing down on them. Their mana didn’t just flinch inward. It retreated. It hid. It pulled so deep inside them that for a moment neither twin could feel their own power, because their bodies had decided that being noticed was worse than being defenseless.

The white energy that Selena had raised broke apart on its own, crumbling from the edges inward like ice in boiling water, and the fragments dissolved into the darkness before they hit the ground.

Then the ridge behind her went dark.

Darker than the rest. Darker than anything had a right to be while the world still existed. The shadows gathered into a shape, dense and absolute, and a woman stepped out of the darkness as if she had been part of it all along.

Vespera Ashborn stood on the ridge behind her children.

Her hair moved in a wind that touched nothing else. Her eyes were two voids set in a face that held no expression at all. The shadows poured from her skin, bled from her edges, spilled from her footsteps and spread across the mountain in every direction, and everywhere they touched, the world went quiet.

This was the Shadow Monarch.

The woman whose name made S-tier fighters check their exits.

She had appeared.

Vespera looked at Selena’s back. At the twins on their knees. Then she looked past them.

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