I Can Copy And Evolve Talents - Chapter 105

Chapter 105: Light At The End Of The Tunnel
CHAPTER 105

The monster’s hide rippled and stretched, sickening cracks reverberating through the air as its bones began to reform, reshaping themselves to accommodate the monstrous growth.

Thick, ropey tendrils of obsidian flesh burst forth from the creature’s back, writhing and undulating like serpents as they extended outward, their tips splitting into wicked barbs that dripped with a viscous, tar-like ichor.

Night Terror let out a guttural roar of agony, the sound reverberating through Northern’s very soul as the monster’s jaws unhinged, stretching impossibly wide to accommodate the growth of its fangs.

Its claws elongated into wicked talons, each one easily as long as a grown man’s arm, their razor-sharp edges glinting with a malevolent sheen.

It was a sight ripped straight from the darkest of nightmares, a perverse mockery of nature’s design that threatened to unhinge the very foundations of reality itself.

It was already this much of a threat during its evolution, how much worse would it be should Night Terror become a devil.

‘Unthinkable, it’s unthinkable,’ Northern reasoned.

Now, all that was left was for him to dive into action, but he was so weak that his legs were trembling even as he stood. For a moment, he thought the fatigue was gone because of the rage that consumed him.

But it turned out he was wrong.

This was not some supernatural story where the power of anger fueled his body with strength.

The reality was that he was tired.

However, there was still something possible… Northern just had to rely on adrenaline for a little while.

As Night Terror let out another roar of agony that echoed through the ruined throne room, he shouted at himself!”

“Move goddamnit!”

Northern launched himself forward, the ghostly blade trailing streaks of azure light as he closed the distance between himself and Night Terror.

The terror’s baleful gaze snapped towards him, its eyes burning with a hatred so intense, so primal, that it seemed to scorch the very air around them.

Night Terror, even in his nightmarish state, unleashed a torrent of black flames towards Northern.

His vision was blurry but his senses were still as sharp as the edge of a blade. [All eyes] was still powerfully working even though his vision was strained.

Northern swung the ghostly blade forward, cutting through the flames like paper.

He coiled his body like a spring and projected himself into fast assault, the Soul Taker weaving sharp cuts through the inferno.

The searing heat of the flames distorted his sense of perception here and there but Northern was steeled with a frightening determination to survive.

This was not going to be his own last battle!

He fought on, each strike more desperate than the last as he battered against Night Terror’s evolving form.

The beast’s tendrils lashed out, barbed tips leaving shallow ragged lacerations on Northern’s body as he narrowly evaded their lethal embrace.

He grunted in pain, his legs buckling momentarily before he regained his footing, his blade trailing streaks of ghostly light as he pressed the attack.

As he pushed forth an opening, looking to stab through the center of the monster’s uneven form, Night Terror’s enlarged tail lashed through the and slammed into Northern like a tidal wave.

The battered warrior was sent hurtling across the chamber, his body crashing through the remnants of one of the towering pillars that lined the throne room.

Shards of stone rained down upon him, but Northern refused to be cowed, he dug his way out and rose to his feet with gritting teeth and blurry vision.

Blood streamed down his forehead and brows, making his already ruined vision worse.

But it was still amazing how he could just tell. More like every fiber of his body knew where to turn to as another torrent if black flames surged towards him.

Northern jerked his entire body to the side, stepping away from the path of the flames. But in that moment, a grotesque, uneven figure appeared behind him.

One of his eyes was closed because of the blood so there was no way to know—the monster had managed to appear at his blind side.

Night Terror’s talons tore through his chest as he twisted his body to block, carving deep grooves in his skin and eliciting fresh spurts of blood.

Northern cried out in agony, his steps faltering as the world seemed to tilt on its axis.

‘Shit… is this the end?’

Everything seemed to be fading, the world entered a zone of ultra silence. He almost couldn’t even hear his own voice.

Had he really failed.

‘I can’t die… I don’t want to die…’ Northern’s mind was tugged heavily with that single thought.

And it resounded over and over again as Northern was slowly losing control of his senses.

Finally, the loud sound in his head ignited a spark of resolution that quickly turned into a wellspring and overwhelmed him completely, reminding him of his terrific fear for death and oblivion.

He had tasted it before… and he hated it.

“I still have a lot to do in this world! Hell in no way I’m dying yet!!” Northern let out viciously.

Northern shot his eyes open forcibly. The strain immediately threatened to rid him of his vision but he dove out of Night Terror’s range and readying his sword to dive back in.

But was sent flying away like a ragdoll by an tremendous explosion of force that surrounded the evolving Terror.

In that moment however, a new world was unveiled before his eyes.

As Northern tumbled through the ground and tried to stand, his eyes radiated with a heavenly blue glow, shimmering brighter than before, it was like the beauty of the sea captured into the corner less borders of his eyeballs.

[You have unlocked Li’ae’l: Eyes of the Unseeing]

More information: [Eyes of the Unseeing is the ability imbued in [All Eyes] that makes it to transcend the common sight and peer into the ethereal strings that are shrouded by the cloak of reality. With this eyes perceiving weakness, is just a start of what you can do]

Northern of course had no time to read through this information, luckily, the system whispered the same things into his ear.

Northern’s eyes dove forward, dread wearing thin on his facial features.

As if the universe suddenly was working against him, as if it just wanted him dead at all cost… Night Terror’s evolution finally came to a successful end…