Chapter 49: Almost Like A Fox Deity!
Reon watched the cave's entrance intently, anticipation tightening in his chest. He could feel Cloudia's power intensifying with each passing moment, resonating like a drumbeat in the stillness around them.
Her energy pulsed outward in powerful waves, signaling the final stages of her transformation.
The ground beneath Reon trembled, faint at first but intensifying with every heartbeat, until a low hum filled the air around him.
He felt the vibration in his bones, a primal energy rippling outward from the depths of the cave. The stillness shattered as thick fog poured from the cave's entrance, spreading like an ethereal tide.
It billowed outward, consuming the surrounding trees, shrubs, and rocks, even swallowing Reon within its misty embrace.
Within seconds, the world around him faded into an endless sea of fog. The forest was hidden in a ghostly shroud, and the familiar sounds of the Whispering Grove—rustling leaves, the distant chirp of night creatures—were muffled, lost in the dense, unnatural mist.
Reon felt as though he had been transported to another realm, one of hazy shadows and uncertain depth, where even his own hand held before him was veiled in fog.
Then, with a sudden, thunderous hum, Cloudia's power reached a crescendo. The thick fog pulsed in unison with her energy, each wave echoing as she crossed into the Demonic Soldier Rank.
The force of her aura burst outward, a shockwave of raw, untamed energy radiating through the fog, sending ripples across the entire Whispering Grove.
Reon, despite his body's aching fatigue, tightened his grip on his sword and braced himself. His solidified Sword Aura responded to him, shrouding his sword in darkness as deep and impenetrable as midnight.
The aura flickered, then solidified around his sword like a living shadow, a testament to the tiring hours he had spent sharpening his skill.
With a surge of energy, he swung his sword effortlessly in a sweeping arc, slicing through the dense fog.
The darkness of his aura cut cleanly through the mist, splitting it apart with a force that sent it scattering.
The fog dissolved before him like morning mist in the sun's first light, retreating to reveal the clearing once again, bathed in the dim glow of early dawn.
But Reon remained alert, knowing the potent surge of Cloudia's breakthrough might have drawn the attention of other powerful creatures lurking within the forest.
His gaze swept across the shadowed forest, senses heightened as he scanned for any sign of danger, his Sword Aura humming softly in anticipation.
The powerful, new surge of energy from the cave entrance had not gone unnoticed; within moments, the ground trembled under the stampede of Mid and High Ranked Demonic Beasts converging on the source.
Their eyes glinted with a primal hunger, driven by an instinctual knowledge that whatever lay within the cave could unlock untold power, perhaps even their next evolution.
Reon's grip tightened around his sword, the dark flames of his aura beginning to ripple along the sword's edge, poised to cut down the approaching beasts.
He braced himself, ready to destroy every beast in a swing. But suddenly, a sharp, resounding hum cut through the air, emanating from deep within the cave—a blow so powerful it seemed to shatter the very fabric of the forest's silence.
In an instant, a razor-thin slice of energy shot out from the cave like the wrath of a vengeful Beast, slicing through the ranks of beasts as if they were nothing more than shadows in its path.
Mid and High Ranked Demonic Beasts alike fell in a single stroke, their forms cleaved in perfect halves as they collapsed around the clearing, leaving a stillness even more profound than before.
Reon's eyes widened, momentarily stunned by the precision and ferocity of the strike. As the echoes of that deadly wave faded, he felt a thrill of awe ripple through him.
The raw power Cloudia had unleashed was unmistakable, a force that marked her unmistakably as a newly ascended Demonic Soldier.
"She's reached the Demonic Soldier Rank," Reon whispered, a hint of admiration in his voice. A faint, prideful smile tugged at his lips as he stood amidst the quiet aftermath.
Finally, from within the cave, a radiant figure emerged. Cloudia stepped forward, her coat gleaming in the dawn light, each strand shimmering with an ethereal luster that seemed to capture the very essence of the sun.
Her frame was larger and more formidable than before, muscles rippling beneath her sleek fur, exuding a raw power that had been tempered by her recent transformation.
As she moved, the ground beneath her paws felt as if it thrummed in reverence, the remnants of fallen beasts a testament to her newfound strength.
Her aura rolled off her in waves, powerful and unyielding, transforming the atmosphere of the clearing into one charged with palpable strength.
The air crackled around her, filled with the resonance of her elevated status, and Reon felt it wrap around him like a warm embrace, invigorating his spirit.
Reon took a few steps closer to Cloudia, his heart swelling with pride as she transformed back into her smaller form.
He gently extended his hand, his fingers gliding through her sleek fur as he began to pat her head. "Cloudia," he murmured softly, his voice barely above a whisper, "you look incredible—almost like a Fox Deity, radiating grace and power."