Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 813 - 815

Chapter 813: Chapter 815

Jude clenched his teeth, forcing the pain down. He had felt this before, but never this strongly. He had always assumed the entity had no will of its own, that it was simply a force inside him. But this, this was something else.

The figure stepped forward, its presence pressing against him. "It cannot remain with you forever. It will return to its source, whether you will it or not."

Jude straightened, his breathing still heavy. He ignored the pain, ignored the way his body ached with the strain of holding the entity in place. He wasn’t ready to let it go. He didn’t even know what it truly was. But one thing was clear, there were forces in this city that did know, and they wanted it back.

"Then I guess I don’t have a choice," Jude muttered, more to himself than to the figure.

The figure did not respond, but the air around it shifted, the weight of its presence growing lighter. It was waiting for him to move, waiting for him to make a decision.

Jude looked toward the distant tower, its form flickering like a mirage in the broken skyline. He didn’t know what awaited him there, but he had no other path left to take.

With a steadying breath, he took the first step forward. The city shifted around him, as if reacting to his decision, and the figure watched in silence before vanishing into the shadows once more.

Jude moved through the fractured streets, each step bringing him closer to the distant tower that pulsed with an unnatural presence. The figure had vanished, but its words lingered in his mind. The entity inside him was resisting, stirring uneasily, its presence like a second heartbeat that refused to sync with his own. He had never questioned it before, never truly sought to understand what it was or where it came from, only that it had been a part of him for as long as he could remember. But now, with the knowledge that it did not belong to him, that it was seeking to return to its source, he felt an unfamiliar sense of dread settle in his chest. What would happen if he lost it? Would he still be himself? Or was he nothing without it?

The city groaned around him, the buildings shifting and bending, their shapes warping in ways that defied reason. Time did not move naturally here; the air was thick with a sensation that made it impossible to tell how long he had been walking. The horizon never seemed to get closer, yet he knew he was making progress. The tower loomed, distant but undeniable, its structure flickering like a mirage. Every so often, he caught glimpses of figures in the periphery of his vision, shadows that disappeared the moment he turned to face them. The city was watching.

Jude exhaled sharply, pushing forward. He would not let fear control him. He had survived this long, and he would continue to do so until he found the answers he sought. But the moment the thought crossed his mind, the city shifted violently beneath him. The ground cracked, the air trembled, and something ancient and malevolent stirred in the distance. A deep, resonating hum filled the space around him, vibrating through his bones, setting his teeth on edge.

Then, from the shadows, it emerged.

A being unlike the one he had encountered before, this creature was solid, tangible in a way that made it even more terrifying. Its form was vaguely humanoid, but wrong in every possible way. Its limbs were elongated, its fingers ending in jagged claws that shimmered like obsidian. Its face, or what should have been a face, was a shifting mass of darkness, an abyss that pulled at the edges of reality. And its eyes, twin voids that burned with a terrible, unrelenting hunger, locked onto Jude with predatory intent.

He had no time to think. The creature moved with impossible speed, a blur of motion that closed the distance between them in an instant. Jude barely managed to throw himself to the side, rolling across the unstable ground as the creature’s claws sliced through the air where he had just stood. The force of the attack sent a shockwave rippling through the space, distorting the environment around them.

Jude landed on his feet, his dagger already in his grip. He had fought before, had faced horrors beyond comprehension, but this thing was different. It was not simply a part of the broken city. It was something else entirely. Something older. Something worse.

The creature turned its faceless gaze toward him again, its body twitching with unnatural movements as it prepared to strike once more. Jude had no choice but to act. He surged forward, his dagger aimed for what he hoped was a weak point. But the moment his blade made contact, the creature’s form shifted , dissolving into a thick, viscous shadow that wrapped around his arm like a living thing.

Pain. Cold, searing pain shot through him as the darkness coiled around his flesh, sinking into his skin like it was trying to pull him apart from the inside. He gritted his teeth, fighting against the overwhelming sensation as he wrenched himself free, stumbling back. The creature reformed a few feet away, its body rippling as if laughing at his struggle.

Jude exhaled heavily, shaking off the lingering pain. If his dagger couldn’t harm it, then he needed another approach. His mind raced, analyzing every movement, every flicker of its form. It was not fully stable, shifting between states of being. That meant it had a weakness. He just had to find it.

The entity inside him stirred violently, reacting to the creature’s presence in a way it never had before. It was afraid. No, it recognized this thing .

Jude’s eyes narrowed. That meant something.

The creature lunged again, and this time, Jude didn’t dodge. Instead, he let it come . At the last possible moment, he shifted his weight, twisting his body to avoid a direct hit while allowing the entity inside him to react. And it did.