Beast Evolution Forge

Chapter 137 Cain 6

Vell was on a rampage and ended up arriving at the boss floor faster than he expected. "There you are." He said with a smirk, kicking down the door.

The massive doors crashed inward with a thunderous boom, dark wood splintering under the force of his kick. Dust and debris scattered across the floor of what appeared to be a throne room, its vaulted ceiling lost in shadows above.

[Master, the mana concentration here... it's off the charts.]

Vell's smirk didn't waver as he strode forward, his boots echoing on the polished stone floor. The chamber was vast, with towering columns of black marble rising into the darkness. Between them, ancient drawings depicted scenes of conquest and power, their colors somehow still vivid after centuries.

At the far end of the room, upon a dais of crystalline steps, sat a throne that seemed to be carved from pure darkness, and on it...@@e, young one." The voice that filled the chamber was neither male nor female, but rather a chorus of whispers that seemed to come from everywhere at once. The figure on the throne remained still, barely more than a suggestion of form wrapped in shadows. "You've made quite a mess of my guardians."

"They were in my way," he replied simply, continuing his approach. His sword hummed at his side, resonating with the dense mana that filled the air. "Though I appreciate the workout."

A sound like distant thunder rolled through the chamber – laughter, Vell realized. The shadows around the throne writhed and shifted, revealing glimpses of something vast hidden within their depths.

"Such confidence," the figure mused. "But tell me, do you understand what you're truly facing?" The shadows around the throne coalesced, taking on more definite form. Cain's human appearance emerged, but it flickered like a candle in the wind, revealing glimpses of something but nothing at the same time.

"You're not what you appear to be, blah blah," Vell said, stopping in the center of the chamber. The sword in his hand pulsed with accumulated power, eager for more. "None of this is. The tower, the villagers, the gate, i don't give a shit about any of it but just to entertain you, I will play along... it's all a facade, right?"

Cain's laughter echoed again, but this time it held an edge of genuine amusement. "Clever. You've absorbed more than just power from my guardians, haven't you?" He rose from the throne, his movements too fluid to be natural. "Their memories, their knowledge... did you enjoy the taste?"

[He is very interesting, you sure you can win at that level?]

'Hmm, patience.'

His eyes narrowed as he studied his opponent. "The real question is, what are you hungry for? All this power, all these souls... you're collecting them for something."

"Perhaps." He descended the crystalline steps, each footfall sending ripples through the shadows that cloaked him. "Or perhaps I simply enjoy the taste, just as you do." His form solidified fully, revealing an aristocratic face with eyes that held galaxies of darkness. "We're not so different, you and I."

"That's where you're wrong," Vell said with a slight smirk. "I know exactly what I am."

The chamber's temperature plummeted as Cain smiled, showing too many teeth. "Do you? Then enlighten me... what manner of monster stands before me?"

The air crackled with tension as the two predators faced each other, the accumulated power of centuries meeting the hunger of something that had remembered its true nature.

[This is what we've been waiting for, isn't it?]

"Yes," his smirk widened into something feral. "Finally, a real meal."

Cain moved first, his body dissolving into a wave of darkness that rushed across the chamber floor. Vell's sword flashed with blue light as he swung it in a wide arc, sending out a blade of pure mana that cut through the shadows.

"Too slow!" Vell shouted, his body already moving into his next attack. He channeled mana into his legs and shot forward like a bullet, leaving cracks in the stone floor beneath him.

[Watch out! He's reforming behind you!]

Then it happened.

Cain's vast form suddenly collapsed inward, compacting as if the shadows themselves were folding into a singularity. The grotesque monstrosity became smaller, its countless mouths and eyes vanishing into an eerie stillness. What remained was humanoid—a lean, shadow-forged being that exuded pure, condensed terror. His aristocratic features had returned, but now they were perfected, sharpened to a supernatural edge.

A pressure unlike anything before filled the room.

He compressed his power.

Vell barely had time to react before Cain moved.

A sharp impact struck his gut, the world spinning violently before his back slammed into a marble pillar, shattering it like glass. The pain registered a second too late.

He hadn't even seen the attack.

[Master!]

Cain appeared before him, no wasted movement, no unnecessary flourish—just pure, lethal speed. A hand wreathed in darkness grabbed Vell's throat and lifted him effortlessly. "so weak, so fragile."

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Vell's vision blurred as Cain drove his knee into his ribs, a shockwave exploding outward from the force.

Bones cracked.

His body was thrown again, bouncing off the floor before skidding to a stop. Blood dripped from his mouth.

The gap had shifted. No—Cain had always been stronger. He just stopped playing.

Vell forced himself to stand, but Cain was already there,he moved like a phantom. A fist crashed into Vell's jaw, sending him airborne. Before he could even think, Cain was above him, a spinning kick hammering him back into the ground like a falling meteor. The impact left a crater.

For the first time in this fight, Vell felt something unfamiliar clawing at his chest. 'Damn... I'm—'

Cain landed gracefully, brushing nonexistent dust from his sleeve. "Now, do you understand? You were merely entertained because I allowed it."

Vell coughed, blood staining his teeth. His limbs felt heavy. He tried to move, but Cain's foot pressed against his chest, pinning him like an insect.

"This is what happens when a beast forgets its place." His voice was no longer amused—it was final.

A shadow-formed spear materialized in his hand, its tip aimed directly at Vell's heart.

[Master! MOVE!]

His body refused.

Cain drove the spear downward.