Chapter 106: Morgana

Watching as the demoness Synes headed straight for the enemy forces, Adam fell silent, gazing at the desolate landscape of Arkham, which had only recently managed to survive one of the greatest tides.

Asterin, who was floating nearby as always, broke the silence with a question:

“Are you sure about this? Do you want to go down that path?”

Adam didn’t respond right away and let his thoughts wander. After a moment, he spoke:

The silence lingered long enough to become uncomfortable, but he didn’t seem to notice.

“I’m sure of it; that’s exactly why Synes is sending me. I’m simply returning what I received.”

His gaze remained fixed on the horizon, not wavering for a second.

He clenched his teeth tightly, remembering that the image of his mother only made his anger grow stronger and stronger.

The memory was still fresh, too present to ignore.

“I’m just responding this way, and if that’s cruel… so be it; I have no regrets.”

His words came out firmly, without hesitation, though something in his tone wasn’t entirely steady.

He spoke those last words as if trying to convince himself. As if he needed to reaffirm a decision he had already made.

Asterin said nothing more; she remained silent, her golden eyes gazing out at the city of Arkham.

Her gaze seemed to pierce through the destruction, focusing on something deeper that was not visible to the naked eye.

In that moment of silence between them, Adam made a decision.

The thought settled in his mind with absolute clarity.

…He was going to use the hero summoning card; he couldn’t leave it until the end.

Adam climbed down from the wall and went to a much quieter, more secluded spot, eventually finding a room that was closed off, where not even sunlight could enter.

The interior was dim, the air still and heavy, isolated from the chaos that still raged outside.

He opened the status window without a second thought and went straight to the section where the Hero Summoning Card was located.

His attention was completely focused on that single point, pushing everything else aside.

He tapped it, and a window appeared before him.

El sistema respondió de inmediato, proyectándose con una claridad fría y mecánica.

[Do you want to use the hero summoning card?]

[Yes/No]

The words hovered before him, unchanging.

Adam clicked [Yes] without hesitation.

In that instant, a blinding light forced him to close his eyes.

The room was flooded with light in a split second, banishing every trace of darkness.

When he opened them, he saw a beautiful woman with long, silvery hair; she was slender, with fair, smooth skin and light eyes that reflected determination, while lines of light and energy swirled around her, creating an almost ethereal aura.

She was floating in front of him.

Behind her, a mystical glow illuminated the scene, as if she were at the center of a power beginning to unleash itself.

The energy around her moved gently, as if responding to her mere presence.

She was about the same height as Asterin… but with the difference that she was taller, by at least 10 centimeters—nothing out of the ordinary.

The comparison came to mind naturally, almost automatically.

The newly summoned hero looked him straight in the eye and gave a small smile.

Her gaze was steady, without a trace of confusion, as if she had understood the situation perfectly from the very first moment.

“It is a pleasure to meet you, Master. I am the greatest sorceress in Avalon; my name is Morgana. I hope we will work together for many years to come.”

…

Meanwhile, where Migzar’s soldiers were gathered, the atmosphere was heavy and strangely silent.

It wasn’t a natural silence, but a forced one, as if even the sounds themselves had decided to retreat.

Until a scream broke it—but it wasn’t a scream of pain or horror; it was a scream of confusion.

An abrupt, out-of-place sound that broke the tension without explaining anything.

One of the soldiers barely turned his head, frowning, trying to pinpoint the source of that uncomfortable sensation that ran down his spine like an icy chill.

His fingers tightened around his weapon, instinctively, without knowing why.

The air… had changed. It wasn’t the smell of blood—that had been there for hours—but something denser, heavier.

An invisible pressure that seemed to crush the surroundings, making every breath feel harder.

As if darkness itself had decided to descend upon them without warning.

The shadows seemed deeper, thicker, as if they were hiding something that shouldn’t be there.

Then, someone ceased to exist.

There was no sound. There was no warning.

Where a man had once stood, now there was only a damp mark on the ground, as if something had torn him from reality with absurd precision.

The mark was irregular, incomplete, as if the world itself had faltered for a moment.

It took those nearby a second to process it… and that second was enough for the man to vanish as well.

The space he had occupied was unnaturally empty, impossible to ignore.

Panic began to seep in, slowly at first, like a crack in a dam.

Nervous glances began to cross, searching for answers that no one had.

“What… what’s happening…?”

His voice trembled, breaking before he could finish the question.

No one answered.

And that silence was worse than any answer.

A silhouette that didn’t quite fit into the world. It moved… but not like a human. It was as if space folded around it, as if distance ceased to make sense when it decided to cross it.

There was no transition between one point and another, just a strange sensation that something was already where it shouldn’t be.

A smile.

That was the first thing one of them clearly made out.

Not her eyes, nor her shape… just that unnatural curve that seemed out of place in the midst of the darkness.

“Oh…” her voice was soft, almost enchanting. “There are so many~.”

The words floated in the air, light, in contrast to the tension that was beginning to build.

The soldier who heard her felt his throat tighten for no apparent reason. His body reacted before his mind did. He stepped back. One, two steps.

His boots scraped the ground clumsily, as if his own body weren’t responding normally.

Because in the next instant, she was right in front of him.

No space between them. No warning.

He didn’t see her move.

Not a single gesture, not a hint of how she’d gotten there.

Their eyes met for a split second. And in that instant, he understood something that tore him apart inside: he wasn’t an enemy… he wasn’t a threat… he wasn’t even an obstacle.

He was irrelevant.

Synes’s hands moved gently.

Too gently.

A clean, precise, almost delicate movement.

And his body… opened up.

Without resistance. Without any chance to stop it.

It was as if something invisible were sliding inside him, parting the flesh, breaking the bones from the inside out, expanding with grotesque precision. His mouth opened in a scream that never fully escaped, because his jaw was no longer where it should be.

The silence lasted less than a second.

Then… everything collapsed.

“You’re attacking us!”

“FORMATION, FORMATI…!”

The orders broke off in the throats of those trying to give them.

Synes moved among them with small, almost playful steps, like a little girl exploring a field of flowers… except that every “flower” screamed, begged, and died in ways the human mind wasn’t made to comprehend.

One tried to attack her… but the sword never reached her.

His arm… detached from his body before the movement was completed.

He stood there staring at it.

Confused.

As if his mind needed a few seconds to accept that it no longer belonged to him.

“Mmm… no, no, no~,” Synes murmured, tilting her head. “That’s no fun.”

She touched it, just that.

And his skin began to sink in, as if it were melting from the inside, as if something invisible were consuming him layer by layer. His eyes… remained conscious for far too long.

Some began to flee.

What they didn’t know was that it was a huge mistake, because running meant turning their backs on him. And turning your back on a demon… was an invitation.

She would vanish and reappear among them, like a capricious shadow, choosing at random… or perhaps not. Maybe she was picking out the most desperate ones. The ones who screamed the loudest. The ones who still believed they could survive.

One fell to his knees, trembling.

“Please… please, not me!”

Synes leaned down in front of him. Her smile widened.

“You’re not innocent~.”

And then… she undid him.

His body collapsed in on itself, as if his bones had lost all structure, as if his flesh had forgotten how to support itself. He became unrecognizable in a matter of seconds, while his screams were choked off by something that could no longer be called a throat.

Synes slowly turned around, taking in what was left. She puffed out her cheeks slightly.

“Already…?”

She let out a small sigh, disappointed.

“I thought they’d last longer…”

Her eyes glinted with a dark, almost childlike frustration.

Then she smiled again.

“Well… there are still more left~.”

And without waiting for a response from a world that could no longer give it to her…

She vanished.

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