ONLINE: Blades of Eternity - Chapter 94

Chapter 94: A SOLEMN DISCOVERY

Kelvin’s aura was suffocating, thick with malevolent energy. His once somber and calculated demeanor had twisted into something far more sinister. The darkness that radiated from him seemed alive, swirling around him in tendrils of shadow, as if feeding off the fear and tension that now filled the arena.

Kaelen’s heart pounded in his chest, the weight of the moment pressing down on him as Kelvin’s presence commanded the attention of everyone in the coliseum. The spectators fell silent, as if an unspoken terror had taken hold of them. Even the Vice Chancellor, who had been preparing to address the crowd, was momentarily speechless, eyes wide as he beheld Kelvin’s entrance.

‘How did he get so strong? And why did my chaos detector failed to notice his presence even up till now?’

Kaelen’s mind raced, still grappling with the system’s revelations and the problem with his chaos detector. His newfound Primal mana pulsed within him, but standing before Kelvin made him feel small, despite the immense power he now wielded. He clenched his fists, trying to stay grounded, yet his confusion and lingering shock clouded his thoughts.

Kelvin’s gaze was icy, cold, and calculating. He studied Kaelen for a moment, his eyes narrowing as though he could see through the young man’s very soul.

“So…” Kelvin’s voice was calm but carried an undercurrent of malevolence. “The Primal mana has awakened in you.”

‘How does he know about the primal mana!?’

Kaelen’s breath hitched at the statement. Kelvin’s awareness of the mana, as if it was a mere footnote in some greater scheme, sent a shiver through him. Kelvin’s mere presence, combined with the primal force surging through Kaelen, created a volatile tension that hung heavy in the air.

But suddenly, a furious voice tore through the silence like a thunderclap.

“KELVIN!”

From the VIP lounge, Bowen, one of the Pillars of the Academy, and known throughout the land as the Dark Saint, surged forward with blinding speed. His face was twisted with rage, a mixture of disbelief and fury igniting his every step. Bowen’s usually composed demeanor was shattered in an instant, his eyes ablaze with a burning intensity as he screamed his son’s name.

Without hesitation, Bowen darted through the viewing screen, his figure becoming a blur as he shot toward Kelvin like a comet. His dark robes billowed around him, and the sheer force of his movement sent a ripple of energy through the air. He moved with the precision of a master, intending to subdue his son before anyone else could be harmed.

Boom!!

But just as Bowen closed the distance, a violent surge of dark energy exploded outward from Kelvin. The shadowy tendrils swirling around him expanded like a barrier, cutting through the arena with oppressive force. The very air seemed to ripple with malevolent power, and for a moment, it felt like time slowed as Bowen’s advance came to an abrupt halt.

The dark energy surrounding Kelvin was more than just a barrier—it was alive, twisting and thrashing with an eerie intelligence. The instant Bowen’s hand neared his son, the shadows lashed out violently, striking against Bowen with a force that sent a shockwave across the arena.

Bowen staggered, his expression a mix of shock and outrage as he was forced to retreat several paces. His eyes widened in disbelief as the shadows pushed him back. He had expected his strength, his connection to the dark arts, to give him the upper hand. Yet, Kelvin’s newfound power was beyond anything Bowen had anticipated.

“Kelvin!” Bowen shouted again, his voice filled with a mixture of fury and desperation. “What have you become?”

Kelvin turned slowly to face his father, his expression unreadable, the malevolent aura around him intensifying with every passing second. His eyes, once familiar, now glowed with a dark and unsettling intensity. He said nothing, simply meeting his father’s gaze with cold indifference.

The coliseum was deathly silent, the audience frozen in awe and fear. No one dared to move, even as the powerful confrontation unfolded in front of them. The Pillars of the Academy, including the Vice Chancellor, watched with a mix of shock and concern, none daring to intervene in the volatile moment.

Bowen clenched his fists, dark mana swirling around his own body as he prepared to make another move. His fury was palpable, but the dark energy Kelvin commanded was something far beyond what he had imagined. It wasn’t just raw power—it was something more ancient, more dangerous, something that defied the natural order.

“You just don’t understand,” Kelvin finally spoke, his voice low but resonating with power. “If this is the path I have to take to find out the cause of my sister’s death, then I will gladly take it.”

Bowen’s face contorted with emotion, and he took a step forward again, but the swirling shadows around Kelvin flared up, warning him not to come any closer.

“You will not stop me,” Kelvin added calmly, his voice carrying an unnerving certainty. “Not now.”

The tension in the air was thick, an impending clash between father and son hanging in the balance. Bowen’s eyes narrowed, his mind racing, but for the first time, he hesitated. The raw force emanating from Kelvin was unlike anything he had felt before. For all his fury, he knew this confrontation was not one he could win easily.

Kelvin smirked slightly, watching as his father wrestled with the reality of the situation. The shadows around him pulsed once more, then settled, as if waiting for Bowen’s next move. The Dark Saint stood still, his rage boiling beneath the surface, but there was a growing awareness that the Kelvin standing before him was no longer the son he once knew.

After that, Kelvin’s eyes slowly shifted from his father, Bowen, to the Vice Chancellor of Pacesetters Academy. A cold, calculating expression settled on his face, and in an instant, he vanished from his spot. The air rippled with dark energy, and before anyone could comprehend what had just happened, Kelvin reappeared right in front of the Vice Chancellor. His appearance was so swift, so abrupt, that even the seasoned warriors and mages around the arena gasped in shock.

Kelvin’s face was a mask of restrained fury, his eyes glowing with an ominous light as he stared directly into the calm, unflinching gaze of the Vice Chancellor. The tension in the coliseum spiked, the air thick with the weight of unspoken words.

“Tell me,” Kelvin hissed, his voice low but seething with venom. “What was the cause of my sister’s death?”

The question hung in the air like a guillotine waiting to fall. Everyone’s breath caught as they looked on, the audience, the pillars, and even Bowen, who was still standing frozen on the battlefield, all watching in stunned silence.

But the Vice Chancellor did not flinch. His aged eyes, wise and unwavering, met Kelvin’s with a calmness that was almost eerie given the sheer dark power Kelvin exuded. He stood tall, his robes gently flowing in the air, unaffected by the overwhelming pressure radiating from Kelvin’s presence.

“It seems like the love you have for your sisters has no bounds” the Vice Chancellor said, his tone even, not a hint of fear in his voice. “But the truth is not something I can give you. If you truly wish to know the reason for her death, you will need to meet someone far beyond my station.”

Kelvin’s eyes narrowed, impatience and anger swirling together as his body tensed. “And who would that be?” he spat, his dark energy flickering dangerously.

The Vice Chancellor’s gaze grew even more solemn as he folded his hands behind his back, his voice steady and authoritative. “The head of the First Magi.”

The mere mention of the First Magi sent a ripple of murmurs through the coliseum, but the Vice Chancellor remained calm, his eyes fixed on Kelvin’s. “Only they possess the knowledge you seek. Your sister’s fate was intertwined with powers far greater than this academy. If you wish to learn more, you must journey beyond these walls.”

Kelvin’s expression remained dark, his frustration growing as he stared into the Vice Chancellor’s calm, unshaken face. He wanted to lash out, to demand answers here and now, but the mention of the First Magi seemed to hold him in check. His body trembled with barely restrained rage, but he knew the Vice Chancellor wasn’t lying.

“The First Magi…” Kelvin echoed softly, his mind racing with thoughts and possibilities.

The Vice Chancellor nodded slowly. “You will find your answers there, Kelvin. But be warned, the truth may not be what you expect.”

Kelvin’s jaw clenched, his fists tightening at his sides as the dark energy continued to swirl around him. He stood there, silent for a moment, processing the Vice Chancellor’s words. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he stepped back, his gaze cold and unreadable.

“I’ll find them,” Kelvin said, his voice now a low growl. “And when I do, you’ll answer for the part you played.”

Without another word, Kelvin vanished once more, disappearing into the same dark energy he arrived in, leaving the coliseum in stunned silence. The Vice Chancellor remained composed, though there was a deep, unreadable expression on his face. The Pillars of the Academy exchanged uneasy glances, the weight of what had just transpired hanging over them.

“Kelvin….”

Bowen, still in shock from the encounter, watched the place where his son had disappeared while he muttered weakly, his heart heavy with conflict. The entire coliseum felt as though it had just been brushed by the shadow of something far larger, something far more dangerous than they had ever anticipated.