The Cursed Extra: Bloodline of Sacrifice - Chapter 88

Chapter 88: The Unseen Power

The scent of blood still hung in the air.

The elf’s body lay motionless on the earth, his hand still outstretched as if reaching for something he would never have again.

His face, frozen in a twisted mixture of shock and agony, was an unspoken testament to the instant, merciless death he had received.

And the one responsible?

Ed stood there, his sword still humming faintly with residual energy, blood dripping from its razor-sharp edge.

His crimson eyes lifted, scanning the remaining elves.

There were thirty of them.

Some stood frozen, stunned that one of their own had been cut down so easily.

Others reached for their weapons.

Then—

Vynesaa took a sharp breath.

She hadn’t even seen him move.

One moment, Ed was standing there—calm, composed. The next? A sword had materialized in his hands, and an elf was dead.

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[POV: Ed]

Well, I was expecting this.

His grip on bloodmoon tightened slightly as the elves began to move.

But Ed’s expression didn’t change.

Not even when all thirty of them drew their weapons.

‘I thought there would be fewer,’ he mused.

‘After all, the law was supposed to prevent things like this. But I suppose there will always be things that can’t be helped.’

[ Laws are always supposed to be useless brat]

Ignoring bloodmoon ed gaze flicked back to the woman, still trembling on the ground.

Blood smeared her face, her arms wrapped protectively around the boy who had run to her side.

She was still alive.

That was enough.

I know that by killing him, I just made an enemy out of them.

But if I had stood by and watched while a woman was violated right in front of me…

His grip on the hilt tightened.

Then what would be the point of strength?

The elves finally reacted.

Blades unsheathed. Spears lowered. A faint hum of magic crackled in the air.

They were coming for him.

Ed exhaled.

“Uhh… what was I even thinking?” He muttered, rolling his shoulders as his muscles relaxed.

“What is the point in hiding my powers? If I keep them hidden, then when exactly am I supposed to use them?”

Then—

“UNLEASH.”

A shift in the atmosphere.

The ground beneath Ed cracked, as if something beneath the surface was awakening.

Then—

They appeared.

From the distortion of crimson and white, figures stepped forward, materializing from nothingness.

One by one.

A Sixor—its reptilian body gleaming under the moonlight.

Eleven Lupivores—large, wolf-like creatures with silver fur.

And then—

Twenty-one Goblins—short, wiry creatures with razor-like claws.

[A/N: yes they have evolved from mini to goblin]

The elves staggered back.

Disbelief.

Horror.

Shock.

Ed stood at the center of them all, unmoving, as if this was the most natural thing in the world.

——–

[POV: Vynesaa El’leather]

Her breath hitched.

Then—they appeared.

A distortion of crimson and white. Shadows twisting, unraveling, and from them… creatures stepped forward.

One by one.

A Sixor.

Eleven Lupivores.

And then—twenty-one goblins.

Vynesaa’s heart pounded. Her hands clenched into fists.

Summons.

He had summons.

A human. With this many creatures under his control?

“Oh my god…” she whispered, barely audible. Her eyes flicked to Ed, standing amidst them all, calm.

As if he had always been capable of this.

Her mind raced.

How?

No—what was he?

Leave this aside —

Firstly —What was happening here?

Her mind struggled to grasp what she was witnessing.

Laws?

Are they supposed to allow something like this?

Her body moved before she even realized it.

She leaped onto a tree branch, her movements fluid, her elven instincts guiding her.

Her hands stretched outward—the ground responded instantly.

A deep rumbling beneath the earth.

Then—

Roots erupted from the ground, thick and gnarled.

One of the elves barely had time to scream before a root pierced through his chest, impaling him instantly.

His body twitched.

Then went still.

Blood dripped from the root’s bark as it retracted, leaving behind nothing but a corpse.

Vynesaa’s eyes narrowed.

She landed softly on the ground, her fingers curling into fists.

She had spent her life believing in structure. In rules.

But what good were laws, if they allowed this?

Her gaze flicked to Ed.

He stood there, calm as ever, the creatures he summoned still waiting for his command.

The elves around them were tense now—hesitant, unsure whether to strike or run.

Vynesaa exhaled slowly.

This was only the beginning.

(POV: Zareth)

Blood sprayed across the ground.

Ed stood there, with his summoned beast.

Zareth couldn’t breathe.

‘So it wasn’t my imagination.’

That time… when Ed saved him from death the first time.

Now, it was undeniable.

Ed had power. Power beyond reason.

On the other hand Vynesaa.

She was brutal. Unforgiving.

The elf screamed, clawing at the dirt, but Vynesaa’s expression remained cold, distant.

She raised a hand—snap—his head twisted unnaturally, and the screaming stopped.

Zareth had never seen her like this before.

No.

That wasn’t true.

She had always been like this. He had just never seen her when she was truly angry.

She didn’t just kill them.

She crushed them.

She made sure they felt terror before death.

Her vines impaled another elf through the chest, lifting him into the air as he coughed blood, clawing at the tendrils wrapped around his throat.

The other elves finally reacted.

“Traitors!” one of them spat, lunging at her.

Vynesaa twisted her fingers—thorns erupted from the vines, slicing the elf’s body apart.

Blood painted the dirt.

Zareth’s hands were trembling.

This wasn’t a fight.

It was an execution.

It was too easy.

They didn’t stand a chance against them.

Not against Vynesaa’s control over nature.

Not against Ed’s unnatural speed, his summons.

And what about me?

Zareth clenched his fists.

He had done nothing.

Even when the woman screamed. Even when the child cried out.

He had stood there, frozen.

What are you doing? MOVE!

His hands tightened around his sword.

He forced his legs to move, stepping forward—

Then he heard it.

The sound of more footsteps.

A lot more.

From the shadows of the alleyways, from the buildings around them—more elves were coming.

Dozens of them.

Vynesaa turned, her eyes sharp.

“Ed—”

“I hear them.”

Ed’s voice was calm, controlled. He flicked the blood off his sword.

He wasn’t worried.

Zareth wasn’t either. Not anymore.

The fear had burned away, replaced by something colder.

“I can kill them all,” Vynesaa said simply, her vines already slithering across the ground.

Ed glanced at her, then at the humans still cowering behind them.

“No. We don’t have time for this.”

Zareth turned. The survivors—those few humans who had still been alive—were shaking, barely able to stand.

A woman clutched a child to her chest, her eyes hollow with fear.

Another man was on his knees, staring at his own severed hand as if he couldn’t understand what had happened to him.

“Sit on the Lupivore,” Ed said suddenly.

Zareth blinked.

“What?”

Ed turned to him.

“I said sit on the Lupivore. Now.”

Ed’s summons.

One lowered itself near the survivors. Another moved beside Vynesaa.

“Get on,” he ordered.

“Ed—”

“Now.”

Vynesaa hesitated for only a second before clicking her tongue and hopping onto the beast’s back.

Zareth looked back at the elves in the distance, watching them creep closer, weapons drawn.

This wasn’t over.

Not yet.

But Ed had made his decision.

Zareth clenched his teeth and climbed onto the Lupivore.

The humans hesitated, looking between them and the approaching elves.

“Move, unless you want to die,” Ed said coldly.

That was all it took.

One by one, they climbed onto the beasts, holding on tightly.

Then—

“RUN.”

The Lupivores moved.

The elves roared behind them, giving chase.