The Vastness of Magical Destiny
Chapter 602: Volume 15: Thunder Shakes the Ground - 20: I Want to Go Alone

Chapter 602: Volume 15: Thunder Shakes the Ground Chapter 20: I Want to Go Alone

When the undead finally disappeared into the darkness, everyone’s hearts could finally rest, even Shatima didn’t dare to boast that she could face such a formidable horde of undead. A single Giant Zombie had already left her, unable to transform, feeling somewhat drained, not to mention the other dark wraiths. Rebry and Mihailovich, although somewhat unwilling, recognized the situation; under these circumstances, the foe’s voluntary retreat was already a stroke of luck from heaven. To continue fighting would have likely turned the whole group into zombies. As for what to do next, they believed that the mysterious Lord surely had a plan.

When Komer and his party silently returned to the surface of Damarlinsk Castle, the hearts of Puber, Ilot, Eve, and their companions were finally put at ease. In fact, this exploration hadn’t taken long, but to Grace and Finitz, it felt like an extraordinarily prolonged ordeal. The second floor of the bunker, with its bizarre Magical Beasts and undead, had been a fight for survival that was thrilling and harrowing, an experience like none they’d ever had, akin to a surreal dream. When they returned to the surface and saw sunlight again, the strange feeling it gave them was unforgettable.

The members of the exploration party tactfully refrained from discussing the encounters within the dungeon, but the question of why the undead had retreated at the final moment still lingered in everyone’s minds. Perhaps only the Lord himself could clarify this issue and dispel everyone’s doubts.

Komer paid no attention to the curious thoughts of his companions; he couldn’t afford to bother with them at the moment. The strange spirits on the second floor of the bunker were obviously the remnant of what Kennifer III had left behind—perhaps not intentionally, but it was now a fact. Under duress, he had revealed himself as the heir to the Dark Dynasty, and it seemed that the spirits on the second floor were urgently hoping he would take on this heavy responsibility. Komer did not wish to avoid this issue, but the core question was, even if he became the heir to the Dark Dynasty, what could he do, or rather, what did he plan to do? Komer didn’t believe that the entity on the second floor would just let matters rest; indirectly, he had agreed to certain requests. Although he had extricated himself from immediate danger, how to fulfill his promise was now somewhat troublesome.

Raise the banner of the Dark Dynasty to overthrow the Bright Holy Teaching? That was absurd. He might gain the full support of the Great Mysterium Devotees in the south, but compared to the power of the Bright Holy Teaching, that was like comparing a firefly to the radiant moon. The Bright Holy Teaching, in its heyday, could probably send a few lunatics from the Court and turn the whole Caucasus upside down, not to mention they had the backing of countless countries and cities. Even in the south, the power of the Dark Lineage could not contend with that of the Holy Teaching; securing the qualifications for open preaching was already an impressive breakthrough.

However, since he had promised, Komer had no intention of breaking his word; the consequences of doing so were unthinkable, especially since he still planned to continue staying in Damarlinsk Castle. Moreover, it would be too wasteful to simply give up such an ally. Komer hoped to have a good conversation with the Charming Spirit to see if he could uncover more secrets from it. Besides, the second floor of the bunker should possess wondrous treasures that could make one’s heart rejoice.

When night fell, Komer stepped alone into the passage that appeared even more desolate and eerie. However, at this time, his heart was already free from the tension and worry of exploration. Everything had been clarified; what he needed now was a thorough communication with the other party, which would determine the direction of his future steps.

Komer sat alone in the middle of a pitch-dark square, finding the Dark Altar eerily familiar. Immersed in the thick atmosphere of darkness, he could only truly revel in the comfort and pleasure of being surrounded by the essence of Dark Mana; he felt an unparalleled sensation, as if he had returned to his mother’s womb, engulfed by an aura congruent with his own body. Komer even felt that his body had become a part of the Dark Origin itself; his consciousness expanded infinitely. In that moment, every detail within the square and even beyond the doors and the passages—everything was indisputably embraced within his heart. The heart is the beacon; darkness is the origin! This is the ultimate pursuit of the Dark Heavenly Path. At that moment, Komer felt as if he had glimpsed the steps leading into the Dark Heavenly Path.

A faint wail of sorrow came without warning from the depths of the darkness, "I can no longer distinguish whether you are His Majesty’s incarnation or reincarnation; you are too similar, almost identical. If you are not His Majesty’s incarnation, then I can only say that you possess the same dark talents as His Majesty. You are a natural-born heir to the darkness!"

"I have already told you clearly, Kennifer III has indeed transferred all his memories and experiences to me, but I maintain my own independent personality and will. Even Kennifer III cannot change me; only I can change myself," Komer had to remind the other party, who seemed to have gotten caught up in past memories once again.

"I apologize. Perhaps the long wait made my emotions somewhat abnormal. I’ve had too many expectations for reality. You’re right; everyone has their own life. There is no need to intentionally imitate anyone else. However, I hope you remember your promise to me." A faint mental connection conveyed these words, and the other party now seemed much calmer.

"I am not in the habit of breaking promises, but there are some issues I need to clarify. So tonight, I came specifically to have a discussion with you, with the goal of understanding your thoughts, which will inform my decisions," Komer replied.

"Oh? My thoughts?" The other party seemed a bit puzzled.

"Indeed, the Dark Dynasty has been annihilated for three hundred years now," said Puber, "and most people on the Blue Continent have no idea that such a dynasty ever existed. Before I left, Kennifer III also told me there was no need to cling to the glories and splendors of the past. Perhaps he believed that ensuring the eternal legacy of the Dark Lineage was more important. But I feel like you may be somewhat indulging in the past glories, so I want to understand your true thoughts. Have you really been living in hatred for these past three hundred years? The Church of Light has now won the respect and trust of humans in the North of the Blue Continent. To shake its ruling position is nearly impossible. You will understand the situation I’m talking about when you go out and see for yourself, so I want to ask, if you could be freed, what would you like us to do?"

"What do I want to do?" This question seemed a bit too broad, leaving the other party somewhat uncertain and hesitant, unable to respond to Komer immediately. Komer patiently waited for the other party to decide, understanding their lack of knowledge about the current continental situation made it hard for them to make a choice. They were not mindless lunatics; three hundred years of waiting should have given them greater patience and resilience.

"I don’t know what I want to do; maybe I really need to calm down and think about it. But I hope that I can go out and see for myself," came the hesitant reply after a long while.

"That would be best," Komer said in response. "The world changes quickly, and seeing it for yourself may change your thoughts. But are you able to go out now?"

"No, if I could, would I have needed to remain trapped here for over one hundred years? The builders of Damarlinsk Castle once tried everything they could to find a suitable host for me, but they did not succeed, and I never had another opportunity. You know my energy comes from Dark power, and here, protected by the power of the Eye of Darkness, I can move around this castle, but I am unable to step outside the reach of the Netherworld’s power unless I find a suitable host," conveyed a faint regret. "However, I think you should be able to help me fulfill this wish."

"Mm, I’d be happy to help you with that. I can sense the essence of your energy body. Do you have any special requirements for this host?" Komer knew that was the crux, for otherwise, with the other party’s abilities, they would have already caused endless turmoil across the Blue Continent.

"Of course, firstly, the host must be a Mage of considerable rank; otherwise, my energy could not stay within them and would face great restrictions. Even if I could go out, it would be meaningless. Secondly, the host’s body must be perfectly preserved at the time of death; I mean the magic channels running through their body must be intact and sealed in a special way. If they have been dead too long and the channels are collapsed, it would be worthless. Thirdly, I need a Mage with a substantial amount of Mana to use a special Crystal stone to bind my soul to them through a spiritual imprint so that they can sustain my life force with their Magic power at any time. This is the most critical step; if their Magic power fails to sustain me, my soul would dissipate into nothingness. There are such Crystal stones here in the Bunker to use for soul binding, but what you need to solve is the issue of the host and the carrier."

The other party struggled to explain the complex magical concepts through mental transmission, which Komer pondered over for a while before he understood.

"So, you mean to attach yourself to a host like a parasite?" Komer was still not entirely clear on the other party’s intentions.

"Mm, that’s a rough way to put it, yes. I no longer have a body, and my energy is preserved through a special black magic. Logically, I should have dissipated long ago; unless I find a host that matches all aspects of my original form, I can only make an appearance under the sun in this way."

"I see. I will think of a way. Perhaps I already have a suitable host on hand, but one last question: does gender have any impact on you?" Komer suddenly thought of an issue.

"Gender? It shouldn’t matter, I suppose?" This question was somewhat unexpected.

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