Omega Ascension System[BL]

[Daddy Kyren to the rescue! Heck yeah!] Elian slowly got on his feet as the energy bubble finally flickered out of existence alongside the flames. He now had a view of the battlefield outside Gravethorn’s walls, seeing the aftermath of the flame attack. Soldiers who stood in the way, both rogue wolves and the witches of Arcadia, were reduced to nothing but smoking blackened spots on the ground. Just like that. Dread surged through Elian’s being as he raised his head to the horizon, just in time to witness Kyren levitating into the air like the devastation around him meant nothing. The red skies above crackled with red lightning, the ashen clouds coiling as the wind picked up speed. "Look!" Some soldiers of Gravethorn who had gotten on top of the wall pointed at the horizon, hundreds of meters away from the wall. "She was just across the wall seconds ago and managed to disappear." "So she can teleport." "What kind of witch is that anyway? I’ve never seen anything like it..." One said beside Elian with terror, most of them not even sparing him a glance. Elian blinked at them and the black armour they donned, speechless. He had half expected at least a few to make remarks about his Omega status. Despite the suppression pill working actively to suppress his heat, any average wolf should be able to know he’s an omega by his scent alone. [I mean, Kyren did say the rogue wolves of the Dark Lands are non-discriminatory.] Elian let his eyes linger on the soldiers standing on the wall with him for a beat before turning his head back to the horizon. The augmented witch raised the scythe over her head, her bone-plated armour glowing with a sickly green light. Kyren, who levitated in front of her, seemed completely unbothered as he stretched his hands forward. A dome of red energy manifested around the augmented witch, surrounding her before compressing onto her. She dropped the scythe she raised, screeching with rage. "I find it odd that..." Elian whispered more to himself and the system, his hands at the edge of the wall shivering. "... That thing, sent an attack straight at the wall." [I mean, the witches might’ve breached some parts of the wall, but as long as it’s standing, it’ll be a hindrance.] But Elian shook his head, his jaw tightening as the augmented witch finally used her scythe to rip the energy dome surrounding her to shards. She let out a guttural screech while Kyren cackled aggravatingly, flying around her. "What are you supposed to be? A twenty-foot-tall failed experiment?" Kyren asked with a voice that easily boomed through the battlefield as he raised his right hand, finally calling upon the red lightning crackling in the clouds. The red lightning bolts merged on his palm until they slowly formed into a flashing spear of lightning that was much bigger than him. [Well, go Zeus!] Elian held his breath as Kyren first shifted several meters away from the augmented witch before firing the lightning spear at her. ’I’m telling you, system.’ Elian continued talking solemnly as he watched the lightning spell hit the witch despite her attempt to block the attack. ’That witch tried attacking me at the beginning. She wasn’t targeting the wall. She was targeting me.’ The witch screamed with pain as the lightning spear not only left behind a scorching black mark on her right shoulder, but also dispersed into thousands of smaller bolts that snaked around her body, zapping her repeatedly. The witch’s shriek tore through the air like a banshee, echoing against the thorn wall and rattling Elian’s bones. Her massive body convulsed, the bone armour cracking as the lightning bolts chewed at her like rabid hounds. And yet—she didn’t fall. Her head snapped back, her jaw unhinging as a guttural, inhuman sound erupted from her throat. The scythe she’d dropped earlier clattered on the ground, only to twitch violently and fly back into her hand as though pulled by invisible chains. [Okay, note to self: never underestimate bone-lady scythe witches.] Elian leaned forward on the wall, his heart hammering. Kyren floated above the battlefield, calm and composed, his crimson eyes narrowed in satisfaction as the smell of scorched flesh and burning ozone lingered in the air. But the witch wasn’t done. Her glowing green veins flared brighter, almost blinding against the blackened scars Kyren’s lightning had carved into her flesh. Runes etched across her armour sparked to life, pulsing in eerie rhythm.

She lifted her scythe with both hands, the weapon vibrating with unnatural power. And then... she swung it in a wide arc, releasing a crescent-shaped slash of sickly green flame. Kyren barely tilted his head before vanishing from its path in a blur of red shadow. The attack carved a smoking crater into the battlefield, and soldiers and witches alike who were still standing scattered away from the molten pit. Kyren reappeared behind her, his voice a low purr that somehow carried over the chaos. "You really should’ve stayed in Arcadia." Before she could react, his hand pressed to her back, and red lightning exploded point-blank, spearing through her chest plate. Armour shattered like glass, and for the first time, the towering witch buckled, stumbling to one knee. Elian gasped with surprise, his nails digging into the cold black stone of the thorn wall. [Holy hell. That was direct-to-the-heart damage.] Kyren didn’t hesitate after that. He conjured another spear, this one smaller but vibrating with so much raw energy that Elian swore it distorted the air itself. With a flick of his wrist, he rammed it straight through her throat. Her shriek cut off instantly, replaced by the sickening hiss of flesh and bone disintegrating into ash. The titan witch collapsed, her body dissolving in bursts of green and black smoke. Elian exhaled sharply, trembling as the sight seared into his mind. Relief trickled through him, shaky and fragile, until— The battlefield went unnaturally still. The smoke didn’t fade. Instead, it coiled and twisted above the place where the witch had fallen, glowing runes flickering inside it like dying embers. Elian’s chest tightened as the acrid stench thickened, making his eyes water. Kyren, still hovering in the air, narrowed his eyes. His crimson gaze flicked up toward the writhing cloud of smoke just as it condensed into a sphere of pulsing green light. "No..." Kyren muttered, his smirk finally faltering. Then the green sphere detonated. A shockwave rippled outward, shoving soldiers and witches alike to their knees. Even from the top of the wall, Elian staggered back, shielding his face with his arm. When he dared to peek, the smoke had reformed, this time as a glowing sigil in the sky, its jagged lines sprawled like some grotesque brand across the clouds. Elian’s stomach dropped at that moment. [Uh. That doesn’t look like a "yay-we-won" kind of spell.] Suddenly, the bond between him and Kyren, usually steady and electric, flickered. It was as if someone had jammed a knife into a live wire... the connection sparked, faltered, and then warped. Elian gasped, clutching his chest as the bond buzzed with static. ’Kyren?’ he whispered into his mind desperately. But for the first time, silence answered. A cold, empty silence that made his stomach twist. He stumbled back against the wall, his throat tightening. "No, no, no..." [Okay, panic time, fruitcake. We’re officially panicking.] Then, faintly, the mate bond pulsed again... but this time it was different. Where Kyren’s presence should’ve been sharp, commanding and almost suffocating in its intensity, there was now a crackling undertone. Like static in his head. It was as if someone else was brushing against the edges of the connection. Elian froze, terror prickling down his spine. And then, like a whisper scraping across broken glass, he heard it: "Found you." That voice wasn’t Kyren’s.

Elian’s blood turned to ice as he staggered forward, his eyes flying to the battlefield below just in time to see Kyren collapse to one knee midair, his body jerking as though the spell still clung to him. The crimson glow in his eyes dimmed, the shadows surrounding him flickering wildly like a flame struggling in the wind. "No!" Elian shouted before he could stop himself, his voice cracking with desperation. Soldiers gasped below, pointing at Kyren. The witches that remained screamed in unholy glee, chanting louder, their voices merging with the lingering hum of the massive sigil overhead. Kyren raised his head, his gaze locking onto Elian’s. For the first time, his smirk was gone, replaced by something Elian had never seen before... fear hidden beneath fury. ’Elian—’ his voice boomed through the bond, distorted and breaking apart into echoes before cutting off like a severed line. Elian’s knees buckled. [Oh, hell. Forget cliffhangers—this is a cliff dive!] The glowing sigil above flared one last time, its green light staining the battlefield in sickly hues, before it collapsed into nothingness. And when it was gone, the mate bond between Elian and Kyren thrummed weakly, fractured and unstable. Elian clutched his chest, gasping as he tried to process everything. "What... what did she do to us?"