The Extra's Rebellion
Chapter 63: Gravity vs Space

Chapter 63: Gravity vs Space

Zephyr stared at Cealsen through a small hole in the counter’s broken paneling. His breathing was slow, measured. Every muscle was primed—yet still.

Cealsen, unaware, was lifting a shattered cabinet nearby. His hands were steady, movements cautious, careful not to make a sound.

’Is he already infested?’

The thought coiled like a snake in Zephyr’s chest. It was the only reason he wasn’t already on top of Cealsen—fists or blade in hand. That uncertainty held him back. Cealsen still had his back turned.

Zephyr gritted his teeth. ’When have I always started thinking about killing?’

The question struck harder than expected.

He thought back to those boys he’d killed—the ones fighting. There had been no guilt. No hesitation. No trembling hands after. Only a grim, quiet sense of purpose.

Like he’d done the world a favour by taking out the abominations.

Even if they hadn’t been infested... he doubted he would’ve spared them.

That realization lingered. Colder than the chill in the ruined room.

’Is it because of Merin?’

Zephyr wondered if his mindset had shifted because of his meetings with

Miss Merin. She was the one who told him, "Violence isn’t always the answer—it’s the solution."

A slight grin tugged at the corner of his lips as memories of Merin surfaced. The lessons. The arguments. Her sharp gaze. The way she spoke in absolutes.

They weren’t exactly on a first-name basis, but this was his mind—his territory. No one could intrude. No one could eavesdrop.

’It’s not like someone could read my mind... right?’.

He blinked.

’They can’t... right?’.

But then—something happened.

He felt it before he heard it, Zephyr’s spatial sense flared. Something was wrong., the room bent not visibly— spatially.

A phantom weight pressed inward, like the walls were folding into themselves—like gravity had forgotten the rules. The floor groaned beneath him. Dust trembled where it hovered. Then—

"Gravitas — Void Anchor."

The words cracked the air like a spell and a verdict all at once.

Instinct surged.

Zephyr launched himself sideways. A spectral sphere, jet-black at the core with luminous tendrils, exploded into existence where he had been crouched.

Immediately, his body began to pull backward mid-air— Anchored.

It felt like the universe had grabbed him by his right leg and was reeling him in.

His right leg twisted unnaturally as the force seized it. The boot splintered, seams bursting open. His trouser leg ripped to shreds as wooden debris and dust spiraled around the orb, painting the air in streaks of brown and blood.

Skin tore from his shin like wet paper.

Zephyr clenched his teeth, blood misting in his breath— he didn’t scream. He did but space was too compressed for his voice to pass through. Then—

The orb vanished, just like that. Gone. Like it was never there, then gravity snapped back.

He crashed to the ground, rolling with the impact. Pain lanced through his chest, but he didn’t stop. He twisted his torso instinctively—and not a second too soon.

A spear sliced through the space he had just occupied. He felt the burn before the blood.

A gash bloomed across his chest—wide, raw, and deep. Warm blood began soaking into his shirt, but Zephyr’s mind wasn’t dwelling on the pain. He gripped the spear then with a guttural cry, he swung the scythe he’d held tightly upon during the gravity attack. It hissed through the air in a tight arc, too fast to dodge without risk.

Cealsen let go of his spear and jumped back and away from the range of the scythe.

Zephyr held tightly on the spear as he crouched on the floor, his face cold as ice, blood dripped from his chest and his right leg. But his mind told a different tale.

’Darn it’. It was like his chest was lit up in flame, sharp unbridled pain. He knew for a fact that if it wasn’t for the presence of Cealsen here, he would have surely fainted.

He fought through the growing haze of pain and tried to stand up but failed. But his movement served another purpose.

The stilled Cealsen visibly flinched and even took a step back at the supposed sudden movement of Zephyr. But it didn’t escape Zephyr’s sharp eyes.

Zephyr was shocked as he realized the implications. ’is he scared of me’. The thought took root in his mind, he tried to shove it away but that was until evidence started to show itself.

He remembered how guarded Cealsen was against him when he realized he was Zephyr— the one who slipped into the bathhouse unseen, nearly raped the princess who was at grade 3 of Eplision rank.

’he is scared of me, no... cautious’. Yeah that was it, they was no way Cealsen would be scared of him and still try to attack him, unless he had a recently had a boost in power which led to a boost in confidence.

But the way he had flinched and stepped back had crossed that out of the list. Then they was only one other thing left.

’he has a pathner’. Zephyr mind raced as he realized the implications, if Cealsen had an associate he could kiss goodbye the thought of killing him, hell if he even survived he would contribute it to luck.

Clang

The spear hit the ground with a clanging sound, it served it’s purpose— Cealsen stepped back again. And that was all he needed.

Zephyr suddenly shot off from the ground, straight at the still reeling Cealsen.

Cealsen had barely calmed his rapidly beating heart when the demon shot straight at him.

"Shit". Cealsen let out a silent curse as he readied for impact. ’i shouldn’t have dropped my spear’. The thought rang louder then his rapidly beating heart.

Truth to be told he was scared of Zephyr, the one who had nearly succeeded in raping the princess. For someone to be able to pass through lots of crowds unseen, slip under the noses of the imperial guards and knock the princess unconscious. He would be a fool not to be scared of such person.

But his sense of justice had overridded his scene of survival. He had seen how Zephyr had cut down those three abominations as if he was cutting cabbage. His teammate had adviced against it but he like every other fans of the princess were justice seekers.

’I will catch him off guard and then kill him’. That had been the plan but he underestimated the perception of the demon. He had escaped the attack with few damages.

But he didn’t allow it rattle him, he moved forward with his spear. ’I will Peirce one of his Hearth and it’s my win’. That was the plan. But who would have known the demon could shrugge off the pain as if it was nothing.

He let go of his spear, effectively disarming his self. This decision was made in fear and it has already came back to bite him in the butt.

’shit’. Zephyr had arrived in front of him, scythe poised to rip his head off.