Chapter 177: Seed Of The End
To Azrael, all the members of the Dawn Breakers, from No.1 to No.5 were like his closest friends.
Back on Earth, after Kael’s suicide, he had been left completely alone, no friends, no family—reduced to nothing more than a lab rat in the hands of those who experimented on him.
But later, he met Felix and the others of the Dawn Breakers, who were in the similar situation and together, they had finally succeeded in escaping that hellhole.
Even though by then he had already lost all of his emotions, even in that hollow state, he still cared deeply for each and every one of them.
To put it simply, while on Earth, they had become the anchor points Ashara once spoke of—pillars that kept him moving forward despite everything. To him, they were as important as Ashara, Silas, and Kael were to him now.
And seeing one of them imprisoned inside an experiment tube and by the very same man who had tormented him and others back on Earth ignited an uncontrollable fury within Azrael.
Since the moment he arrived in Genesis, he had always kept his emotions under strict control, never letting them spiral out of hand.
Even when he was suddenly thrown into this unfamiliar world, or when he lost his arm and nearly died in the Eonrift Trial, he never once lost his composure.
But now, seeing Boris standing there and witnessing No.4’s condition, her life force flickering like a weak candle flame that could be snuffed out at any moment—something inside him snapped.
Even with the Cold Blooded Trait, he found himself unable to suppress the rising tide of rage. Or rather... it felt as if he no longer wanted to.
Rattle! Rattle! — — —
The sound of chains rattling once again echoed in his mind. Yet, this time, instead of resembling someone desperately trying to break free, it sounded to Azrael like something bound in chains was leaping with excitement.
It was at that very moment that Boris’s earth golem attempted to attack him, only to be torn apart instantly by the wind-forged wings on Azrael’s back.
Slowly, a deep crimson aura seeped out from his body, thick with boundless bloodlust.
At that moment, all the emotions he had restrained since his arrival in Genesis erupted like a raging tide.
The winds around him... No—not just the winds around him, but the very air currents across the entire Rolivia Forest resonated with his unleashed emotions, whipped into stormy turbulence by his immense affinity with wind.
Even within the closed chamber, violent gusts of wind materialized from nothing, scattering debris and blowing apart the remnants of the destroyed earth golem.
Then, suddenly—the crimson aura emitting from him halted.
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(A new task has been issued)
(Task—Make the Seed of the End within you acknowledge you as its master.)
(Reward: ???)
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A few notifications flashed before Azrael’s eyes, but he was in no mood to look at them, and in the very next instant—
BOOM!
The crimson aura emitting from him exploded outward like a tidal wave, drowning the chamber in blood-red haze. The stench of iron thickened instantly, as if an endless river of blood had erupted nearby, saturating the air.
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(Conditions have been fulfilled.)
(Your White Grade Trait—Cold Blooded is evolving.)
[Cold Blooded (White Grade) → Cold Blooded (Red Grade) → Cold Blooded (Orange Grade)]
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A few more notifications flashed on his status window.
As his trait advanced two entire stages, reaching Orange Grade, the suffocating crimson aura condensing around him shifted.
What had once been red smoke solidified behind him, turned into a shapeless entity that radiated pure malice.
The formless mass spread across three meters behind him, its essence boiling with wrath. Two deep crimson eyes flickered to life in the center of the entity, their gaze burning with the same overwhelming bloodlust now saturating the entire Transcendent Organization’s hideout.
From the destruction of the golem to the evolution of his trait—everything had happened within mere seconds.
Boris trembled uncontrollably, staring at the transformation with wide, horror-filled eyes. His mind was spinning in confusion, struggling to comprehend what was happening before him.
But confusion or not, he was still a level 37 Epic-ranked warrior. Instinct screamed at him that the situation was dire and without wasting another moment, he activated one of his class skills.
Rumble!
The entire chamber shook violently as the floor split apart. From the cracks, five colossal golems, each four meters tall and clad in hardened earth armor emerged. Each one wielded an enormous longsword forged from pure elemental stone.
Boris possessed a rare class—Golem Mage, and summoning these warriors was one of his strongest skills. These golems were far superior to the one Azrael had destroyed earlier and their auras were close to that of level 40 Epic warriors.
At that moment, Boris saw Azrael, who still had his back to him slowly begin to turn around.
The instant Azrael turned and his eyes locked onto him, the crimson eyes of the shapeless entity behind him also fixed their gaze on Boris.
The double stare hit like a predator’s glare piercing prey and Boris’s body froze. His breath caught and every instinct screamed at him that he was standing before a beast far beyond his ability to fight.
Though his body trembled and his movements grew sluggish under the suffocating bloodlust, the golems were unaffected. They were not sentient beings, and thus immune to the crushing psychological weight pouring from Azrael.
Still, Boris’s instincts screamed louder than ever. Forcing himself to act, he hastily activated another class skill, boosting the defense, strength, and agility of his summoned golems further.
A golden light flared around their bodies, and their power swelled to new heights.
With his trembling hand, Boris raised his finger and pointed at Azrael, his voice quivering as he gave the command.
"Kill him."
As Azrael saw the four golems coming towards him, his eyes remained cold without any hint of fluctuations.
With a simple motion, he tapped the tip of the Fallen Star against the floor and his lips parted, his cold voice echoing across the chamber.
"Judge here."
The moment his chilling words echoed—
(Your Class Skill—Absolute Decree has been activated.)