Chapter 169 – The Three Sisters of Death
The fog still blanketed the battlefield like a mourning shroud refusing to fade. Thick, dark, and pulsing slowly like a newborn creature. Even the wind dared not blow through this place. Time itself seemed to halt.
At the center stood three cocoons. The largest pitch black with glowing red cracks was clearly the source of power. To the left, a dark gray cocoon with spiraling mist patterns. To the right, a radiant white cocoon, like bone wrapped in moonlight.
Suddenly—
CRAACKKK!!
The first fracture appeared on the black cocoon.
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A wave of deathly aura burst from the small crack, shaking the ground nearby. The remaining zombies immediately dropped to their knees. They didn’t know why... but their bodies knew who was about to be born.
SYLLL!! KRRRKK!!!
Cracks spread across the surface of the main cocoon. The sound of chains scraping echoed from nowhere. It wasn’t physical it was the sound of a soul, a call summoning death from all directions.
DUUUUMMMM!!!
With a blast of spiritual pressure, the main cocoon shattered.
Sylvia stepped out slowly, her bare feet touching the scorched earth corrupted by death aura. Her black hair now flowed longer, shining like a starless night. Her eyes two dim red lights in the darkness. Her gown seemed woven from shadowy cloth and the tangled roots of death. Chains of Abyss coiled around her body like loyal serpents guarding their master.
But unlike before a small black crown hovered above her head, slowly spinning. It wasn’t an object, but a symbol. A symbol that she had crossed a threshold even the gods feared to touch.