Dark Evolution Begins with Marrying an SSS-CLASS Blind Monster
Chapter 123: Ominous

Chapter 123: Ominous

His gaze became fixated on the two ethereal figures before him, and without conscious thought, he propelled himself forward in a sprint, driven by an insatiable desire to comprehend the incomprehensible.

"Why? How can this be...?" His mind wrestled with the bewildering sight unfolding before him, struggling to make sense of the unfathomable.

"Hey, where are you going?" Kali’s voice erupted in a panicked timbre, desperately seeking his attention.

But Nell remained unresponsive, his focus unyielding as he locked his eyes upon the distant silhouette of the enigmatic black-haired girl.

In a realm beyond mortal comprehension, the girl and the shadowy figure engaged in a fierce battle, their movements a harmonious symphony of raw aggression and calculated finesse.

Yet, amidst their relentless onslaught, there was an uncanny grace to their movements, akin to skilled dancers flawlessly executing a meticulously choreographed routine.

In the span of mere heartbeats, the two adversaries exchanged an onslaught of blows, their fists clashing with relentless fury. Countless strikes were unleashed, yet neither combatant yielded an inch.

However, a disconcerting change soon overcame the girl. Her once-fluid motions faltered, becoming sluggish and unfocused.

The balance she had maintained so masterfully faltered, and in that moment of vulnerability, the dark figure struck with merciless precision, landing a devastating blow upon her chest.

With a deafening crash that reverberated through the air, her body was hurled through space, crashing forcefully onto the unforgiving ground below. Limp and lifeless, she lay there, a tragic testament to the futility of her struggle.

"Minhe! Noooo!" Nell’s anguished scream pierced the air, resonating across the vast expanse of the continent.

His heart ignited with an unbridled fury, propelling him forward with a speed that rivaled the swiftest racing chariot, his feet pounding the earth with thunderous urgency as he raced towards the fallen maiden, driven by an unyielding determination to reach her side.

Swiftly, he reached the lifeless girl’s side, her pallid countenance devoid of vitality.

With hands trembling in trepidation, he tenderly turned her delicate frame, cradling her head in his arms, desperately yearning for a flicker of response, a glimmer of life.

Yet, silence greeted him, an unyielding void of existence.

Her face remained impassive, eyes sealed shut, her breath meager and feeble.

"Minhe," Nell’s voice quivered, laden with the weight of inconsolable grief. He lingered, his gaze fixated upon her, grappling with the magnitude of the unfolding tragedy.

And yet, despite the overwhelming anguish that engulfed his soul, his mind refused to capitulate, steadfastly rejecting the cruel reality before him.

It was then that his eyes caught sight of a slender wisp of smoke, gracefully wafting from the girl’s delicate hand. Its origin lay in a small, obsidian mark upon her palm.

Initially inconspicuous, it beckoned to him, a subtle revelation that would elude those who lacked keen observation. Yet, once Nell’s gaze settled upon it, escape was impossible.

"This is..." his thoughts struggled to grasp the peculiar sensation that consumed him, entangled in a web of enigmatic meaning. And amidst the swirling tumult of his mind, a single name emerged with undeniable clarity: "Cadence."

In that poignant moment, Nell unraveled the truth, the weight of realization descending upon his heart with irrevocable finality.

It was then that he discerned the stirring of Minhe’s heart, the rhythmic tempo of life pulsating within her once more, and the gentle rise and fall of her breath, a symphony of revival.

With a resounding crash that shattered the earth, the malevolent figure collided with the ground mere inches away from them, its impact reverberating through the air.

Kneeling beside the motionless form of Minhe, Nell felt a surge of rage and abhorrence boiling within him.

"How dare he?" The flames of fury danced in his eyes, yet he remained poised, a tranquil lake undisturbed by the tempest.

Extending his arms with a profound gentleness, he gathered Minhe’s delicate frame, cradling her as if she were the most precious of gems.

Silently, without uttering a single word, he carried her toward a nearby wall, where he gently laid her down upon its surface.

A shallow crevice, parallel to the ground, provided a haven of solace, a sanctuary where she would be shielded from harm.

As he rose, prepared to confront the ominous figure, he felt a sudden tug upon his finger.

"What in the..." Nell’s gaze descended to behold Minhe, her feeble grasp clinging to his finger, her eyes fluttering open but barely so.

"Nell, is it you?" Her voice murmured, barely reaching his ears.

"Yeah, don’t worry, it is me," he responded, a gentle smile gracing his countenance, his voice a soothing balm infused with concern. "You can go back to your sleep now."

"Mm," she uttered, a nod of understanding. And after a fleeting moment, her grip loosened, releasing her hold.

In a serene hush, Minhe surrendered to a peaceful slumber, her eyes closing as if she were an innocent child cradled by the tender embrace of a loving father.

Meanwhile, Nell’s gaze lingered upon her countenance, his features wrought with a tumultuous blend of emotions.

Once assured of her tranquil repose, his attention shifted, fixating upon the ominous figure before him.

For a fleeting moment, they locked gazes, an unspoken exchange pregnant with tension. As the flames of anger subsided within Nell’s heart, an icy detachment emanated from his very core.

"Are you one of her companions?" The figure’s voice rumbled deeply, laced with a hint of disdain. "Hmph, I shall kill you right here and now. There is no reason to keep you alive if you know her."

Without preamble, it lunged forward, arms outstretched with a sinister intent to seize Nell’s very throat.

Yet, before the malevolent entity could close the distance, a sudden freeze paralyzed its advance.

From the heavens above, a crimson sword descended with purpose, embedding its tip into the earth, an immutable barrier between Nell and his assailant.

In that critical instant, Nell’s hand reacted instinctively, fingers coiling around the hilt of the blade, while a mystical screen materialized before him, shielding him from the imminent threat.

«Mythical Weapon System»

— The [Blood Sword] has been equipped.

— All stats increased by 10%.

— New skills [Invisible Swordsmanship lvl. 12] and [Blessing of Dark Priest] have been added to the [Blood Sword]’s catalog.

The screen flashed before vanishing.

"Perish, you pitiful insect," Nell hissed, his voice resonating with an arctic chill, unwavering and resolute.