The Extra's Rise - Chapter 601

Chapter 601: Mortis Lucida (1)
Meilyn’s golden eyes remained fixed on the horizon long after the last Savage Communion vehicle had vanished into the heat shimmer of the western wastes. Her cyan hair danced in the wind, each strand catching the light like spun metal, but she stood as still as carved stone. The silence that followed their departure felt heavier than the rumble of their engines had been—pregnant with unspoken implications and the bitter taste of political necessity.

I watched her profile, noting the subtle tension in her jaw, the way her fingers flexed almost imperceptibly at her sides. Even someone of Meilyn’s legendary composure couldn’t entirely mask the distaste of dealing with such unsavory allies. The Savage Communion represented everything the civilized realms fought against, yet politics made strange bedfellows in times of greater threats.

“The dust takes longer to settle than you’d expect,” Meilyn murmured, more to herself than to me. Then, as if a switch had been thrown, her military bearing reasserted itself. She turned to face me, and the weight of her regard felt like standing before a tribunal.

“You did well, Arthur. Exceptionally well.” Her words carried the gravity of official commendation, but underneath lay something warmer—genuine approval from someone who rarely offered praise lightly.

I inclined my head, accepting the recognition with appropriate gravity. “Thank you, Marshal. Though I suspect the demonstration may have revealed more than intended.”

A ghost of a smile touched Meilyn’s lips. “Indeed. We’ll address that shortly.”

“Damn,” Kali interjected, her voice cracking slightly on the word. “I can’t believe how strong you are.” She stood a few paces away, arms wrapped around herself despite the desert heat. The awe in her voice was undercut by something rawer—frustration, perhaps even a touch of despair.

I studied her face, recognizing the complex emotions warring there. Kali possessed remarkable talent for someone her age, but talent and power existed on different scales entirely

“Strength is relative,” I said carefully, choosing my words like a diplomat navigating dangerous waters. “When you break through, you can manage something similar.”

“When, not if,” Meilyn emphasized, her tone brooking no argument. “The Wall isn’t insurmountable, Kali. It’s simply the universe’s way of ensuring only those truly ready ascend to the next level. Your theoretical knowledge is already beyond many who’ve crossed it. What you lack is the catalyst moment—and that will come.”

Kali nodded, though her smile remained strained. “I know. Intellectually, I know. It’s just…” She gestured helplessly at the scarred battlefield behind us, where ancient powers had clashed with the fury of natural disasters. “Seeing it in person makes the gap feel infinite.”

The honesty in her admission created a moment of uncomfortable silence. I had felt that same crushing realization once, staring up at mountains I’d thought were hills. The difference was that my circumstances had forced rapid evolution—trial by fire in the most literal sense.

“We should return to the house,” Meilyn said, mercifully changing the subject. Behind us, military personnel were already beginning the complex process of damage assessment and repair. “The situation here will be handled through proper channels.”

The journey back through Meilyn’s personal warp gate felt surreal after the intensity of combat. One moment we stood amid the harsh beauty of the border wastelands, the next we were surrounded by the elegant comfort of her estate’s transportation chamber. The contrast was jarring—from a place where death lurked in every shadow to rooms designed for quiet contemplation and refined conversation.

As we made our way through corridors lined with tasteful artwork and subtle lighting, I found myself appreciating the deliberate peace Meilyn had cultivated here.

“Kali,” Meilyn said as we reached the main sitting room, “I imagine you’ll want time to process what you’ve observed today. Sometimes the most valuable insights come during quiet reflection rather than immediate discussion.”

The dismissal was politely worded but unmistakable. Kali seemed almost relieved rather than offended—the emotional weight of the day had clearly taken its toll.

“You’re right,” Kali agreed, though she turned to me before leaving. “Arthur, thank you for letting me witness that. And for asking Grand Marshal Potan to give me that inscription earlier. Today has been…” She paused, searching for adequate words.

“Educational?” I suggested with a slight smile.

“Overwhelmingly educational,” she corrected, some of her usual humor returning. “I’ll need weeks to sort through all of it properly.”

After Kali departed through the estate’s main transportation hub, Meilyn and I found ourselves alone in the sitting room where our day had begun. The peaceful elegance felt almost dreamlike after the brutal reality of Ancient-level combat—a reminder of how quickly circumstances could shift from routine to extraordinary.

Meilyn settled into her chair with visible relief, the careful mask of official duty finally relaxing into something more genuine. “Arthur,” she said, her voice carrying new weight, “we need to discuss what just transpired. Privately.”

“I expected as much,” I replied, claiming my own seat. “Using my full capabilities in such a public setting was… strategically questionable.”

‘Even though I held back the Nightingale method in favor of testing Valeria’s integration, I revealed everything else,’ I thought grimly.

“Questionable is one word for it,” Meilyn agreed with dry humor. “Though I suspect the revelation was inevitable given your development trajectory. Power like yours doesn’t remain hidden indefinitely.”

She leaned forward, golden eyes studying me with the intensity of someone reading a complex text. “The symbiotic integration with your Ancient Undead was extraordinary. In decades of witnessing combat at the highest levels, I’ve never seen anything approaching it. The consciousness merger, the capability enhancement, the seamless coordination—you’ve transcended traditional summoning entirely and created something revolutionary.”

“It remains experimental,” I said carefully, though I felt a flush of pride at her professional recognition.

“Experimental or not, it’s paradigm-shifting. Combined with your other demonstrated capabilities—the Grade 6 arts, the inscribed Miracle, the tactical sophistication—you’ve essentially announced that Arthur Nightingale operates beyond conventional categorization. That kind of revelation carries consequences.”

The weight of those implications settled around me like a familiar burden. I had known the risks, but hearing them articulated by someone of Meilyn’s experience made them feel immediate and pressing.

“Which brings me to something important,” Meilyn said, her expression shifting to carry both warmth and significance. “I have something for you, Arthur. Something I’ve been saving for the right moment.”

She rose gracefully, moving toward what appeared to be a secured cabinet I hadn’t noticed during our earlier visit. The magical protections surrounding it were subtle but sophisticated—clearly containing something both valuable and dangerous.

“After witnessing your performance today,” she continued, carefully disabling the protective wards, “I believe that moment has arrived.”

She withdrew an ancient scroll, its parchment bearing the unmistakable aura of forbidden knowledge, and placed it in my hands with ceremonial gravity.

“Mortis Lucida,” she said solemnly.

‘Bright death,’ my mind translated automatically before I caught myself.

“It means death’s clarity,” Meilyn explained, watching my reaction carefully.

‘Right, Latin never existed here,’ I reminded myself as she continued.

“It is a forbidden spell,” she said, her words making my eyes widen in shock.

Forbidden spells. Magical techniques deemed too dangerous for practical application, their very existence carefully controlled and monitored. The fact that Meilyn possessed one—and was willing to share it—spoke to both her trust in me and her assessment of what challenges lay ahead.

“This,” Meilyn said with quiet intensity, “is a spell of enlightenment.”