Ascension of the Dark Seraph - Chapter 172

Chapter 172: Godly Challenge Chapter 172: Godly Challenge Lucivar panted heavily, blood trickling down from his forehead and eyes.

His was concussed and the anger inside of him made that worse.

In stark contrast to him, Caldaros was completely fine-not even a scratch from their exchange, almost as if he was fighting a child-who could do nothing to hurt him.

Just the condescending gaze he was giving Lucivar alone made his ridicule evident for others to see.

Aurel appeared once again, her elegant glowing eyes bore into the creature within Lucivar.

“I was wondering why the Architects of Celestial Council mandate four avatars into this world, saying that the weave of fate and chaos somehow got intertwined here,” She said, tilting her head and squinting her eyes.

“But to think you’re the one behind it… the council must’ve overestimated the problem.

Even now, you stood teetering on losing your avatar already” As the last words came out of her mouth, Gandr appeared once again.

His wrathful reptilian eyes bore into Aurel.

“Your avatar mended with you for two years already and you have the audacity to mock me for losing?

Knowing full well that mine hasn’t even reached three months?” Gandr sneered, returning the contempt.

“For someone who boasted my demise and loathed my ways, you do like to fight unfairly” Upon hearing this, Aurel’s face twitched.

It seemed Gandr’s words had gotten to her but she was able to conceal that very well.

“Unfair…?

Very well,” Aurel nodded softly.

“I will give time for your avatar to grow further.

Our battle in this world will conclude at the South Hues Tournament, my avatar against yours.

If I lose-the Lady will not push Loki around and even help him if he needs aid until the end of time.

But if you lose…” “Loki will grovel at the Lady’s feet, and destroy the Law of Mischief in front of the council” She added.

Her voice went an octave lower as she said that, making her more menacing.

Naturally, such an offer made Gandr frown in contemplation.

The South Hues Tournament is barely any time for Lucivar to prepare, it was still extremely hard-for him to close the gap in such a small amount of time.

Not to mention, the stake was very high, something that couldn’t be taken lightly.

Gandr wanted to negotiate, to see if he could make the deal more favorable.

But Aurel was having none of it.

“Do not push it,” Aurel intervened when she saw Gandr was about to say something.

“I’m already kind enough to offer a deal like this.

Now that I know your avatar, my avatar could have him killed the next day, and that will be another meaningless but pleasurable win for me” “Acting like you want to help me, eh?” Gandr scoffed.

“All you wanted was to make me admit defeat” “Ask your Father-what is his answer?” Aurel asked, ignoring his antics.

Meanwhile, Lucivar and Caldaros kept eye contact.

Both of them could hear that Gandr and Aurel were making a deal but there were parts that even both of them couldn’t understand.

Not that the terms used were confusing, but more like in specific parts of the conversation-they changed language.

It happened at the start while in the latter part, they could understand.

Just then, however, Gandr’s eyes gleamed with an emerald glow.

Once his eyes dimmed once again a minute later, he focused back on Aurel.

“Father accepted, our battle will conclude at the South Hues Tournament,” Gandr said firmly.

Upon hearing this, Aurel couldn’t help but smile as she disappeared into brilliant light.

As the answer was received, Caldaros cast one last look at Lucivar and unfurled his wings-before he turned around to leave.

He came here to deal with Lucivar, knowing his real power.

But since it became like this, he has no problem waiting until the South Hues Tournament starts.

In a fit of anger, Lucivar pointed his hand ahead and cast the Radiant Burst spell.

Right on Caldaros’ back, a swirl of powerful ether could be seen-concentrating toward the center.

However, prepared for the assault, a radiant shield of light materialized in Caldaros’ hand.

He spun with precision, intercepting the Radiant Burst head-on-the impact detonated very loudly, the sheer force of the blast, empowered by ten God strands, drove Caldaros back several meters, his feet carving trenches in the ground.

While Aurel and Gandr talked, Lucivar was absorbing Sabrina’s ether to make this last move.

One last desperate surprise attack before Caldaros left.

But it was blocked.

As Caldaros came to a halt, he only sneered at Lucivar-that attack didn’t do anything.

No matter what Lucivar tries, it seemed he would certainly without a doubt-walk out of this unscathed.

Despite how infuriating that was, Lucivar couldn’t do anything at this moment.

Caldaros’ eyes flared with a holy light once again, and in an instant, Lucivar’s vision erupted in agony.

Blood gushed from his eyes once more.

Feeling the excruciating burning pain assaulting his eyes like molten daggers, as though he had stared into the heart of the sun for an eternity, Lucivar covered his eyes with his hands and writhed in pain.

He collapsed to the ground, convulsing, the crimson steaks streaming from his tightly shut eyelids pooling beneath him.

At that moment, Lucivar poured more God strands into his eyes.

Hoping that they could heal the pain but with only one God strand to spare, it barely helps.

“You there,” Caldaros called, ignoring Lucivar and glancing over to Sabrina-who was slightly fatigued from the loss of ether.

“Are you one of his Vestals?

If you are then you should sever your ties-and ask for forgiveness while you still can.

Once he dies, you as his Vestal, would also die” Upon saying that, Caldaros turned again and disappeared around the corner.

“Loki…?

Vestal…?” Sabrina muttered, the information she obtained from this overloading her mind.

However, she snapped from her trance when Lucivar’s scream pierced her ears.

Not wasting a single second, Sabrina ran to check on Lucivar-kneeling beside him in a panic.

“M- Master, what should I do?!” She yelped, not knowing what to do.

All she could muster to do was catch the blood dripping from Lucivar’s eyes.

Lucivar pushed himself up into a prostrating position before wiping the blood from his lips, struggling to endure the searing pain.

With trembling fingers, he reached for Sabrina, desperate to activate Greedy Grasp and siphon her ether to heal his ruined eyes.

But the effort was in vain-his strength faltered, and another mouthful of blood spilled from his lips.

His body betrayed him, too drained to use the Greedy Grasp ability.

Defiantly, he forced his eyes open despite the torment and also the blood.

Crimson veins pulsed angrily, the whites now stained an eerie red.

“Help me to Nerissa,” He instructed Sabrina who was already in a mess-as he collapsed onto his back, staring up at the dimming sky.

The world around him blurred and darkened, not that he was passing out but from the slow, agonizing loss of his vision.

“Hurry, Sabrina.

I can’t see, I can’t fucking see…” “Y- Yes!” Sabrina quickly helped him up and placed his arm over his shoulder.

Channeling her ether, she began guiding Lucivar back to the hotel.

Moments later.

Lucivar lay on the bed, his gaze fixed on the ceiling.

His vision remained clouded-darker and blurrier than normal but at least the pain had subsided.

Nerissa had promised to resume her healing tomorrow because her ether was unstable earlier, making it hard for her to heal him.

Lucivar told her to resume tomorrow, seeing that she was struggling and she apologized shakily for her inability to continue tonight.

Recalling her kind nature and what happened tonight, Lucivar decided to not press her.

No point in doing that.

Beside him, under the blanket, Ravenna slept soundly-her bare form curled against his side.

On the sofa nearby, Sarbina dozed lightly.

She had insisted on staying, claiming she already knew about him and Ravenna.

As expected, Sabrina was a little bit disturbed by his closeness with Ravenna, maybe due to their master-slave relationship, Lucivar could tell from the way she looked at Ravenna.

But she didn’t say anything, and that’s good.

‘At the very least, she didn’t try to probe about my bloodline’s connection with Loki’ Lucivar thought, glancing at her sleeping peacefully, exhausted-from the night.

‘Not yet, perhaps.

She’ll ask about it later’ Breathing steadily, Lucivar contemplated about tonight.

The quiet hum of the night settled over the room as he lay still, his mind replaying the chaos earlier.

From the rush of his power surge, Leandra’s bitter taste of karma, and the harrowing clash with Sunna’s Avatar, Caldaros.

His expression shifted when he recalled Caldaros.

Slowly, his hand rose to cover his face, as if to mask what followed.

At first glance, one might think he was stewing in anger-haunted by the events.

Sutekh’s blood was inside of him, and the fact that he couldn’t even touch Caldaros was frustrating.

However, that wasn’t the entire case.

Of course, losing so badly even with his power-up wasn’t entirely easy to swallow.

It was humiliating as that also happened in front of Sabrina but that was a part of the plan.

Just then, a faint curl of Lucivar’s lips betrayed him.

A low chuckle slipped past, wanting to rise into stifled laughter but Lucivar covered his mouth, not wanting to wake the others up and also invoke their curiosity, which would only be troublesome.

‘So burning eyes, light manipulation, and also wings…’ Lucivar pondered inside, he had attacked earlier simply because the opportunity was right.

Even though anger also guides, he’s the one who decided to let his anger loose knowing that Caldaros wouldn’t kill him there.

From Lucivar’s perspective, that was the perfect moment to probe Caldaros’ strength.

Once they returned to the academy, there was no way Lucivar could do that.

He decided to attack earlier and was rewarded for doing it.

‘Although I didn’t expect to be beaten so badly, this is better than losing later.

At least now, I can retain my life while later-I won’t.

Now I can make a plan to handle him’ Lucivar nodded, the pain that was stabbing his head was a reminder of his success.

No matter the opponent, learning about them more will always be the first step in making the plan.

Information is key and now the key was in his hand already.

“I am guessing you’re also successful in doing whatever you are doing earlier,” Lucivar mumbled, glancing at Gandr who was coiling on the headboard above him.

“Considering the smile you have on your face, you’re definitely planning something.

Come on, willing to share?” “Hiss…” Gandr hissed, his eyes glowing peculiarly.

“Keep in your lane, Blessed Oracle.

Deal with that avatar while I deal with the Goddess above him-you are due to battle him in the tournament.

Don’t spoil Father’s name” “As if I don’t know Loki never won already,” Lucivar scoffed.

“But yeah… I’ll kill him for you”