Chương 54: The Terror of the Celestials

After hours of cautious traversal through the forest of Falus, a place that seemed to watch them through thousands of invisible eyes, a strange silence had settled between Dex and Lumia. It was not a comfortable silence. It was a silence heavy with questions stacking upon one another like the layers of mist that coiled around them on all sides.

Dex could feel the Phoenix Core in his chest igniting slowly, like a jet engine idling in standby mode, sending rhythmic pulses of heat outward to break apart the oppressive atmospheric pressure saturated with the forest's toxic mana. Lumia shattered that silence with a question that left her lips with a gentleness entirely foreign to the forest's harsh register, yet it carried within it a deep philosophical curiosity.

She looked over at Dex, who was scanning their surroundings with sharp, unwavering focus, and said softly: "Dex… You told me before that you only fused with the Phoenix Core a short while ago, back in that cursed cave. But..." She paused briefly, watching how his fingers moved instinctively over the hilt of his dagger, and how flames flowed from his pores with breathtaking harmony.

"But how do you already know these complex techniques? How do you possess such discipline in shaping Phoenix fire, as though you have trained for centuries rather than mere days?" Dex paused for a moment and looked at his palm, where particles of golden flame danced like living microscopic creatures.

"To be truthful, Lumia-I have no logical answer myself. All the technical knowledge of the Phoenix techniques, from the Blazing Surge to the Celestial Flame Sight, I acquired in the instant my soul merged with the Core. It was not learning. It was retrieval. As though this knowledge had been engraved in advance in my mind, in my very genetics, in my spiritual being. The Phoenix does not grant only power-it grants the combat memory of its ancestors. I am not merely a user of fire. I became the fire itself."

But before Dex could finish his explanation of the spiritual bond between himself and the mythical bird, the atmosphere shifted in an instant, from quiet dialogue to absolute combat readiness. The enormous branches stretching hundreds of meters above them shook with unprecedented violence, as though an earthquake had struck the very crowns of the trees. From between the dense black foliage and the sulfurous mist, dozens of massive yet agile bodies descended simultaneously in a plunging assault.

These were no monkeys. They were Eclipse Shadow Tigers, terrifying beasts of rank C-, distinguished by fur so darkly black it absorbed all light around them, crimson eyes radiating a blood-soaked glow, and claws forged from "Solid Shadow," a material capable of piercing steel armor as effortlessly as a blade parts butter. If you come across this story on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen from Royal Road. Please report it.

The tigers snarled with a subsonic frequency that made bones vibrate deep within the marrow, leaping from trunk to trunk at speeds that surpassed the reaction threshold of any ordinary human combatant. The dark mana roiling within them clashed against Dex's Phoenix mana in mid-air, generating crackling sparks of black lightning that split the atmosphere between them. Dex began drawing fire into both palms with tremendous force.

The Phoenix flame erupted from his shoulders in the shape of vast wings of pure blazing light, transforming the darkened clearing into a roaring furnace: "Lumia, fall back! These beasts are nothing like the ones before, their dark mana can smother ordinary flames. Stay behind me, Lumi..." But Dex never finished the sentence. The words froze solid in his throat. Lumia stepped forward in an incomprehensible calm, passing Dex in steady, unhurried strides across the scorched earth. She drew no weapon.

She raised her hands in no defensive posture. Not even a single combative expression crossed her face. She stood before the pack of hungry tigers and closed her eyes for one second alone. In that moment, something happened that made Dex's new heart stop beating for an instant. From Lumia there emanated an aura unlike anything he had ever seen in his life-unlike anything even in the Phoenix memories carved inside him. It was not the cold of ice, and not conventional magical power. It was the cold of cosmic void.

An absolute aura that caused the Mana of the entire space-including the forest's Mana and Dex's own fire-to destabilise and recoil in fear. The atmospheric pressure around Lumia was collapsing, as though the space had ceased to belong to the earth and had become instead a piece of deep outer space: a place where there was no life and no death, only absolute stillness. The effect of this aura was staggering.

The Eclipse Shadow Tigers, caught in mid-leap, froze in the air for a moment before crashing to the ground like limp dolls whose strings had been cut. The lead tiger fell from a high branch and struck the earth beside Lumia's feet-but made no attempt to attack. The remainder of the pack froze across the trunks and the soil. The massive bodies that had overflowed with ferocity seconds before were now trembling uncontrollably.

The crimson eyes that had been flooded with the madness of battle had dimmed, and were now filled with an instinctual, existential terror that no words could describe. Through their primal instinct that did not err, the beasts had sensed the presence of a creature that occupied the apex of the entire cosmos's food chain. A being that did not belong to this world, did not submit to its laws, and could not be fought with Mana or with claws. To these tigers, Lumia was not simply a powerful enemy.

She was the embodiment of the End of Existence-manifested in the form of a silver-haired girl. The lead tiger pressed its enormous head to the scorched earth in a gesture that could only be read as absolute submission. The rest of the pack followed in silence. Not a single roar. Not a single tremor of aggression. Only the ancient, universal language of creatures that have encountered something which surpasses the boundaries of their understanding of power-and chosen the only logical response: to bow.