shadow Ascendants

Chapter 18: Chapter 17: Echoes of Power



The remnants of the battle still lingered in the air, an oppressive silence that seemed to swallow all sound. Ren stood alone in the desolate field, his body battered and weary from the battle with Nyx and the shadow beasts. The storm above had subsided, but the atmosphere remained thick with the tension of what had just occurred.

Ren's breath was heavy as he struggled to steady himself. He had survived, but at what cost? His powers felt drained, like an endless well that had run dry. The shadow energy that had once surged through him with ease now felt sluggish, reluctant. Even the very air around him seemed to have grown heavier, as though the world itself was reacting to the defiance he had shown.

"Ren..."

Mira's voice broke through the silence, and Ren turned to find her approaching, her expression filled with concern. Her eyes scanned him up and down, noting the bruises, the exhaustion that clung to him. "You're not alright. You're barely standing."

Ren shook his head, forcing a smile, though it felt weak. "I've been through worse."

But even as the words left his mouth, he knew they were hollow. His power had been stretched to its limit. The energy that had once surged within him so effortlessly now felt like a burden, like he was carrying the weight of the gods themselves on his shoulders.

"You've been through worse, yes," Mira replied, her voice trembling slightly, "but you're not invincible, Ren. You can't keep pushing yourself like this. You need to rest."

Ren opened his mouth to argue, but the words caught in his throat. The truth was, he didn't know if he had the strength left to keep going. The gods had already sent Nyx—one of their Twelve Rulers—and he had barely survived the encounter. What would happen when the others came for him? When the gods sent their full wrath upon him, what would he do?

But Ren couldn't afford to dwell on that now. "I can't rest," he said finally, his voice low. "Not while the gods are watching. Not while they're coming for everything I've built."

Mira stepped closer, her eyes narrowing in concern. "You're pushing yourself too hard. You need allies, Ren. You can't keep facing these challenges alone."

Ren's thoughts flashed to the Kingdom he had begun to build. His people were relying on him. The Shadow Monarch wasn't just some title—it was a responsibility. His vision wasn't just about surviving. It was about freedom—freedom from the gods, freedom for the people who had suffered under their rule. But every moment he fought, the cost grew heavier. And the gods weren't the only threat.

"I can't afford to rely on anyone else," Ren muttered under his breath, though he knew the truth. He wasn't invincible. "I have to do this on my own."

Mira didn't respond immediately. Instead, she placed a hand on his shoulder, her grip firm but gentle. "You're not alone, Ren," she said softly. "You never have been."

Ren looked at her, his gaze softening for a moment. "You've always been by my side, Mira. I know that. But this path..." He trailed off, searching for the right words. "This path is mine to walk. I can't drag anyone else into this."

Mira's eyes glinted with something close to defiance. "You're wrong. You're not dragging anyone anywhere. But the weight of this... it's too much for one person to carry."

Before Ren could respond, the ground trembled beneath them, a deep rumble that reverberated through the very air. Mira stepped back, her eyes wide in alarm.

"What now?" Ren asked, his voice tense as he instinctively reached for his blade.

From the darkness of the distant horizon, a figure emerged—an unmistakable presence that filled the air with an undeniable sense of foreboding. A darkness clung to this figure, an aura so suffocating that it felt as though the very sky had turned cold. The figure was tall, cloaked in robes of deep crimson, and though its face was obscured by the hood, Ren could feel its gaze. It was watching them, silently judging.

"Another one?" Ren whispered, his heart pounding.

The figure stepped forward, and with each step, the ground seemed to warp beneath it. The air grew thicker, darker, as though the figure itself was consuming the very essence of the world around them.

"So, the Shadow Monarch lives."

The voice was low, guttural, and filled with an ancient malice. Ren instinctively tightened his grip on his blade, ready for another battle. The gods were sending their messengers one after another, each more terrifying than the last. But this one—there was something different about this presence. This wasn't just a messenger like Kaelen or Nyx. This was something else, something far older.

"Who are you?" Ren demanded, his voice steadier than he felt.

The figure tilted its head, as if amused by Ren's question. "I am Zethar, the Harbinger of the End."

Ren's heart skipped a beat at the words. "The Harbinger of the End?"

Zethar's laughter was cold and cruel. "You may think yourself strong, Shadow Monarch. But you have defied the gods, and now you will learn what that truly means."

Ren braced himself, his muscles tightening as he prepared for what was coming. "I've already faced gods. And I'll face you too."

Zethar's eyes glowed with an unholy light, the energy radiating from them so intense that it made the very air crackle with dark power. "Then prepare yourself, Ren. For this battle, there is no escape."

The ground beneath them split open, and from the cracks emerged shadowy tendrils, coiling and writhing like serpents. Ren's eyes narrowed. This was unlike anything he had faced before.

Zethar raised a hand, and the tendrils surged forward, moving with terrifying speed. Ren was forced to react immediately, summoning the shadows to his side, creating barriers and blades to block and strike at the oncoming tendrils.

Each clash reverberated through the air, the dark power overwhelming Ren's senses. The power he was used to was fading, and the strength he had once commanded so easily now felt distant. Zethar's energy was suffocating, and the more Ren fought, the more he realized just how dangerous this being was.

"You are strong, Shadow Monarch," Zethar said, his voice echoing as Ren parried another tendril. "But you are not strong enough. The gods have seen to that. You will fall before us. All who defy the gods must fall."

Ren gritted his teeth, refusing to back down. He swung his blade, slicing through a tendril, but more quickly took its place. "I won't fall."

The ground trembled beneath them as Zethar's power surged. "Then you will die trying."

Ren's vision blurred, his body beginning to give in to the sheer exhaustion. The cost of his defiance, the cost of his rebellion, was catching up with him. The gods were not going to let him win this fight. Not easily.

But Ren wouldn't stop. He couldn't stop.

With a roar, he unleashed a torrent of shadow energy, sending it surging toward Zethar. The impact caused a shockwave that cracked the earth, but the Harbinger stood unshaken, his expression cold and unmoved.

"This is the end, Ren," Zethar said as the darkness around them deepened, preparing to crush him once and for all.


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