Chapter 37 – Despair

A deep freeze blossomed from the center of Vilute, covering the city in frost and devouring Tal’hrus’ flames of purification. Eril’s soldiers who were patrolling the city were petrified with confusion at the unnatural phenomenon, and the prisoners situated before the barracks stared with tearful eyes and hushed breaths.

Kaidus stood at the center of the frozen world, silver hair shining radiantly, and two callous eyes glowing with an otherworldly majesty. Power thrummed and vibrated around him like a thick coat of death, and lightning crackled along the ice underneath his feet threateningly.

Taking a step forward, by his will, the remnants of Eril’s meager frost field vanished completely. Walking toward the Tal’hrus master, “I have some knowledge of who and what I am up against.” He glared into the man’s eyes. “The question is, do you?”
His encounters with the two Zavons had allowed him to gauge the abilities of the masters, and one of such caliber could never be a threat to him. Not anymore.

“Demon…” The man who had introduced himself as Eril the Frozen Edge muttered, and those around them began echoing the same word.

“… A fallacy purported by men who feared what they cannot control. What they cannot fathom. How fitting for one such as yourself to mention that very word.” He calmly replied as he approached the man. Yet inside, anger gripped him as he recalled the twenty-six other times he had been sent back to the void—all because of a baseless superstition that had somehow persisted through the ages. “Unfortunately for you, your deeds end here today.” He threatened and the power around him immediately calmed down.

“Asiran! Envato, belor enfarey fremas…” A roaring flame burst forth from Eril, melting the ice in a wide area around himself and creating a cloud of rising steam.

With lightning reflex, Kaidus drew the xeberite sword at his side and met the man’s transparent blade head on, as he was attacked from the mist.


“Foolish.” His body overflowing with mana, he forced Eril back a few steps with an empowered push. With a swing of his sword he dispersed the mist.

The man sidestepped to his left and lunged at him again, this time attacking with a horizontal slash while muttering an incantation.

He could see the confusion and distress in the man’s eyes, along with a calm confidence. Switching sword hand, Kaidus deftly parried the attack with an upward swing, and using the opening, he stepped inward to strike at the man’s chest with his right fist.

Mana surged forth as Eril finished his incantation, and roots pierced through the ice underneath.

Ignoring the roots binding his legs in place, Kaidus leaned forward with his upper body and slammed a fist into Eril’s side. His fist landed, but the man slashed back at him with the slim transparent sword—while being knocked away. Kaidus raised his hand into range of the sword’s tip and felt a burning sensation. A small gash appeared on his forearm, and beads of blood began trickling out of the cut.

“Ha… Hahahaha!!” *Cough* *Cough* Eril was laughing as he got up off the ground, seeing the blood dripping. “The fool… *haaah…* here is you.” There was a dangerous glint on his face. One filled with exhilaration and triumph as he held onto his side.

“You have sorely underestimated me if you think a scratch is all it takes.” With a thought, the roots binding him were incinerated. Kaidus fell into blade form and held his sword to his side.

“And you, me.” Eril grinned, sliding his hand along the side of his sword and muttered a quick incantation.

“Guh-!” Kaidus grimaced as he felt the man’s mana surging through the air, and the cut on his arm flared with pain. An elongated shard of ice suddenly materialized from the wound, jutting out of his forearm.

“And now your right hand is useless.” Eril sneered, falling into a stance of his own. “To think that I was frightened for even an instant.”

“I see… an enchanted blade, used by a butcher to perform petty tricks.” Touching one side of the shard, pain coursed through his arm.

“You fail to understand your situation, boy. Despair and regret ever encountering me, for today, I become Eril, slayer of death.” The man mocked.

Kaidus’ lips curved into a smile. “I allowed you to scratch me to confirm my suspicion, and you think you have won? Let me show you the true meaning of despair.” He grabbed onto the shard and his arm was struck with pain once again. With a forceful pull, he yanked the shard out.

“You-!” Eril stared back at him in surprise.

Kaidus lifted his right arm, and the hole closed up almost instantly. His healing ability mended and restored his flesh, rendering the injury nonexistent right before the man. “You were already dead the moment you found me beyond that ring. Do not struggle, for there is no escape.” Third form, Hing.


The boy vanished once more and before Eril could react, a streak of light slammed into his stomach. “GU-!” Knocking the wind out of him and almost forcing him to throw up, he could only grunt pathetically and gasp for air—as the boy drew back the fist.

Even with a body that had been infused with mana, the attack was devastating. With the previous attack to his side that had undoubtedly broken a rib or two, he fell to his knees while holding onto his stomach.

“We’ve only just started. You will pay for everything you’ve done.” The silver haired boy loomed over him like a vicious demon.

“Y-you… it can’t…” A young mage with powerful healing abilities; he knew of only one. Memories of the meetings years ago before Zavon’s disappearance resurfaced in his mind. “T-the boy *Haaah…* from Darsus…” His voice eked out in a low squeal as he drew a deep breath. He never knew what happened to that specific recruitment job, but it was definitely the same person they were trying to obtain.

“…” Two emotionless eyes stared down at him.

“F-five years ago… Zavon… did you-” As a hunch, he mentioned Zavon’s name to ask about the man’s fate.

“I did.” The boy glared back at him with two cold eyes and grabbed his neck, easily lifting him off the ground. “Both of them.”

“!!” His eyes widened at the revelation.
“Gruaah!!” Agonizing pain assaulted him as the boy’s fingers bore into his neck, and a fear he knew all too well confounded him.
Hastily scanning the courtyard, he saw that no one else had been encased in ice as he was. Glancing around with limited head movements, his eyes hunted for the one person who might be able to help him. His men and the ten prisoners simply stared back, and Kaval, the one he was looking for was nowhere to be found. His previous confidence quickly plummeted into silent fear.
Before him was someone who could stand to rival the old master, and he knew it. What he could not understand, was how the child had attained the powers of a Malizur and such abilities.

Barely clutching his sword, he flailed it outward in an act of desperation, hoping to free himself. “!?!” Yet what returned was only shock. The blood red cloak had jerked forth and caught his sword. With their close proximity, he saw that it was not made of cloth or leather, but was instead a layer of thick red liquid—blood. His hand shuddered, and the sword was ripped from his grasp.

“It is indeed a splendid weapon.” The boy remarked, as if talking to someone. “Ugh!” Eril groaned as the boy dropped him in order to examine the weapon.

Thoughts of escape flooded his mind. Escape so that he may warn the old master and Tal’hrus. Escape so that he may preserve the glory of the organization and live to fight another day.
As the boy took hold of the slim enchanted sword, “Kill him!” Eril commanded his men. He knew that they would never stand a chance, but he needed to make an opening so that he could flee. If he could just get past the gates, his forces on guard outside could help to buy him more time, and there were always the hostages. With a quick incantation, the ground underneath him rushed him away, and he dashed for the gates.

“Go ahead.” Two simple words echoed through the courtyard, and the red cloak instantly tore away from the boy. Flying by itself as if alive, it coiled into a sphere in midair before bursting and sending splatters of viscous red liquid everywhere. A whirlwind manifested in the courtyard, and a powerful wind shredded everyone who attempted to cast a spell or unsheathe their weapons.

“Uaaggh!!!” Before he could make it to the gates, more agonizing pain struck him and Eril fell face first onto to the ground. Twisting his body to sit up, he could only scream as he saw that his legs had been sliced off at his knees.

Save for his screams, the courtyard had gone deathly silent. In an effort to look around, he saw that the six mages and dozen men who had been with him just moments ago were in pieces. An abnormal wind swirled around him, and through the sound of the breeze, he could almost make out an eerie laughter.

The white demon who had taken the guise of an adolescent stalked toward him, holding two swords—one of them gleamed with a green light, and the other, his very own enchanted sword.

“Uhg- Guh-! … W-What are YOU!?” He screamed through the pain, seeing that escape was impossible.

“I am the bane of your existence.” A soft voice swam through the air, entering his ears like a sweet melody.

“Gu-… Asiran! Enfera remas siuhlo tiefrem- Urgh!” With a quick fire spell, he commanded his mana and seared his legs to stop the blood flow. Pushing himself up and sitting awkwardly, “Hah… *cough* I am Eril… the Frozen Edge…! I refuse to die here like this! *Cough!*” Closing his eyes to calm himself, he quickly focused his mind. “Luvas Arctae, Siran! Aevinora, elantir reul nahvoe. Margoss vintumrae…” He began shouting a string of words, holding back the pain so as not to botch the spell. As he was chanting, a deep frost fell around him and he could feel himself changing as power he had never felt before surged through his body. “… Thirna, ell fael! Vanusura Lagus!” With the last of the words, the freezing barrier that had formed around him shattered, and he unsteadily stood up upon legs of clear and flawless ice.

“Hah… Hah- Hahahaha!” Taking deep breaths to dull the pain, he began laughing. Using himself as a conduit, the unimaginable power of Lagus was now coursing through him, and he felt invincible. His mind was splitting and he would perish soon for taking too much power, but it was a price he would willingly pay.

Yet just like before, the boy simply watched him with a calm and impassive face as if waiting to see what would happened next.

“GuRah!” Eril screamed as a sharp sensation stabbed his mind and blurred his vision. Striking the side of his head with his own fist, the impact brought back his awareness and without wasting anymore time, he charged at the boy.

Commanding the primal mana inside himself, thick layers of ice began forming around his body. Large translucent spikes began erupting from his back and shoulders, giving him an impenetrable armor as his chest thickened and turned into ice. He opened his arms outward and they liquefied briefly before freezing into large transparent claws. He was ice incarnate, and before the last vestige of sanity leaves him, he would kill the demon standing before him.

“Yo… hink…I’d l… ou… off- t… easily?” Fractured words reverberated in his ears, and before him, the boy relaxed his posture and brought the two swords forward.

Eril closed in and swiped with his right, aiming to slice the boy in half. The attack went through, but it was his arm that had been sheared off. Pain struck his mind once more, but water gushed forth from where it was severed, and the arm transformed into a spear. Not yielding, he swung with his left, aiming to cleave the boy in half as he brought his spear arm around for a follow up attack. He felt some resistance, and saw his own slim enchanted sword stabbing into his left arm.

The boy glanced up into his eyes. “Burst.”

With a single word, “Nuaah!!” He howled as his left arm shattered.
“This can’t be!!” He screamed, falling back a couple steps. His mind flashed white for an instant, and he shook off the pain. Commanding the power within himself, he began to construct a new arm.

Before him, the boy threw both swords into the ground and something else manifested in midair: a sword of pure white. Not radiating any light, there was a soft, almost dull glow to it. “You have yet to realize true despair.” The boy grabbed the sword and dashed forward, stabbing him in his chest before he could do anything.

“GUUAAARGGHHH!!!” Eril screamed as both agonizing pain and the splitting headache threatened to tear him asunder. He couldn’t understand that was happening, but his claws were reverting back to flesh, and his body shrunk from its heightened state of transformation back to normal. He felt all the power within him vanishing until all that remained was excruciating pain. He fell to the ground, defenseless, powerless, and unable to move even a finger.


Hiding and watching from the third floor of the barrack, Kaval held her mouth to keep from gasping as cold sweat ran down her back. She had been watching ever since the hateful knight’s group was brought to Eril, and was expecting a swift and fruitless end for the man who had troubled her for so long.

Yet instead of happening as she wanted, Eril was the one lying on the ground like a helpless animal. A young man stood over him and he needed help, but she did not dare to involve herself, lest she succumbed to the same fate.

The boy had suddenly appeared without her noticing, and everything went wrong from there.

Seeing Eril, the only spellblade out of the seven masters and one of their most powerful members being handled so easily, she could not believe it.
The image of the overwhelming frost field, the boy’s disappearing acts, the red cloak that called the tempest, the annihilation of those who moved at Eril’s command, and the boy’s white sword. Everything was like something out of the legends that they—Tal’hrus—aspired for. Legends and stories of mages that overwhelmed lesser men like insects, while controlling the elements and weaving magic as easily as breathing.

Although unable to understand how and what she was seeing, she had always longed for such power. Yet witnessing it firsthand and knowing that such a being was not on their side but possibly against them, it was horrifying.

She carefully peeked out, and saw that the boy was dragging Eril’s limp body through the barrack’s gate, and out to the city. She saw the bloodied ice field and the corpses upon it. The only survivors were the ten men who had been brought there to die, and like frozen statues, none dared to move–none except for one: the knight who should have perished. With hesitant steps, the man followed Eril and the boy outside as the others wavered briefly before shuffling after.

Not doing the same, Kaval swiftly headed in the opposite direction.


With the xeberite sword in its sheath, Kaidus held onto Eril’s sword in his left hand and dragged the man beside him. Beyond the gates of the fortress-like building, he emerged to the mass of people that he had spotted while flying overhead—all of them were huddling together.

Heavy footsteps sounded from behind him, but he disregarded them.

Eyes filled with confusion were staring in his direction and glancing at the man in his grasp.

“Master Eril?!” Someone exclaimed, and from his left side, something infused with mana was flying straight for his face.

“…” Undaunted, he calmly surveyed the people as Zion caught the arrow in midair.
Beyond the large group that were sitting together and trying to keep warm in his frost field, the others had small fires going and some were even moving around.

A scream pierced through the confused whispers, and blood sprayed as Zion easily dispatched the mage that had shot at its master.

“Zion.” Kaidus called, and the wind spirit zipped over to him obediently. He then turned around to look at the people who were following behind. “Are you residents of this city?” He questioned.

“Y-yes.” A man with dirty blonde hair, pale brown eyes, and a sullen face quickly answered.

“Go and bring your people inside. They will not wish to see what is to come.” Kaidus instructed, and upon his words, the man’s face distorted into one of loss and confusion. “Now.” He reiterated, and the group hastily complied.

“No! You fuc-” Someone shouted in disagreement as the prisoners began standing up, but before they could finish, they were already encased from head to toe in ice.

With his frost field still in effect, by his will, any and all dissenters were bound in an ice prison. With each new victim, the voices quickly quieted down until all he could hear were the cries of the people as they made their way past him.

He saw a woman clutching onto a small wooden horse, crying painfully as she was led through the gate by two other women. A small girl looked around and asked innocently for her mother as a tearful man carried her inside. Men and women clutched the motionless bodies of their children in their arms, and the sound of torturous agony began spreading through the hoard of people who had been freed from their silence.

Seeing the gates shutting as the last of the residents move through them, Kaidus looked to those who were left. There was a cold fury in his eyes, and he wanted nothing more, than to rip them all to pieces. Lifting Eril up so that the man could see, “Everything that you’ve been doing ends right here, right now.” With a thought, the ground beside him rose up and transformed into a chair. Sitting the incapacitated master down, Kaidus stepped toward the large force of soldiers—not yet allowing his emotions to take over. “Such senseless slaughter… to kill even those who cannot defend themselves…” He looked to the burnt buildings and the bodies in the streets. “For the countless deaths and destruction here today, I hold you all responsible.” Infusing his voice with mana, the words rang throughout the city. “Vishan.” He called for the light spirit.


His arms and legs were useless, and not a shred of strength remained within his body. Even the mana that had always been with him ever since his awakening was now absent.

A powerless husk, Eril could only watch as beams of light fell from the sky and engulfed his men. Each pillar incinerated and disintegrated those they touched, and in the blink of an eye, his remaining force of over a hundred and fifty men disappeared from the face of the world.

His eyes were wide open and he was shaking, knowing that he was horribly mistaken in his assumptions. The old master was incapable of such devastation, and he himself had never stood a chance. It was clear to him that the boy could have easily killed him whenever he wished, but chose not to in order to make him despair.

The boy turned to him with a calm and detached face. “Any last words?”

“… You- your name… Please…” He begged through tired breaths. To be slain by someone so overpowering, it was the only thing he required.

“You Are Unworthy.” A disjointed voice replied from above him, and he was surrounded by a beam of white light. Intense pain rushed throughout his body.


Sorry, Took longer than expected to find a good cut off. Hope you all enjoyed this chapter.

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95 Responses to Chapter 37 – Despair

    • Darkhaert101 says:

      Second . Was too caught reading today’s chapter.

      I must say one of the best and my new favorite. A reasonable and deserving massacre and despair for Eril and his men. Next would be Kaval and she deserve the same or a much worse fate.

      • rickymex says:

        I think this is probably the strongest point of the story. Kaidus always feels justified in his actions. The people he kills are have no redeeming qualities, the ones he scares are people who a hateful but not enough to be killed, and he is respectful to people he doesn’t have any problems with.

        The xianxia novels are filled with protagonist who basically act like dicks and make as many enemies as possible. Then since they are the “heroes” of the story they are justified even if they are the ones who start it and kill everyone.

        The JP revenge novels on the other hand give the villain actual justifiable reasons for their actions which makes it hard to cheer the protagonist who mostly has weaker and less justified reasons.

        This one avoids both of those things by having Kaidus react differently to each situation. The King who disrespected him gets a strong warning, the king’s duke cousin? gets a midnight scare, the Telhus agents who kill for chaos and power get slaughtered, and the pimp who beat and forced girls into prostitution gets turned into a limbless vegetable.

    • Darkhaert101 says:

      rushed him away – carried him away/ pushed him away? maybe

      Men and woman clutched the motionles – Men and women clutched the motionless?

      to make him despair – sounds kinda lacking
      suggestion: to make him suffer despair/ to make him experience despair

  1. Darkhaert101 says:

    Thank you!

  2. Waxona says:

    Thanks for the chapter. =)

  3. agila0212 says:

    I just finish reading the chapter and the ending sentence is EPIC!!! Thanks for the chapter and I cant wait for the next one 😀

  4. abhishek says:

    wow… superb chapter. finally getting to see some OP Mc action. made my day.

  5. schion says:

    thanks for the chapter tho damn I was expecting him to kill that other one(Kaval) too

  6. Shadow says:

    Yeeee BOY awesome !!! thanks for the chapter Za1d3 keep up the good work now i cant wait for next week chapter aaaaaaahhh the torture.

  7. Awesome chapter! Thank you very much 😀

  8. aredaera says:

    there was always -> were
    move- none -> change hyphen to dash

    Thanks ^_^

  9. Letheed says:

    Very nice chapter! It was worth waiting a little, thank you so much 🙂

  10. kalaupincang says:

    omg it’s up already. i waiting since past 2 day and here there are….. since it’s kaidus on action i have to read 2 or 3 times to enjoy it

  11. a says:

    nooo not here:(((( it was going soo good too:(though last part d be interesting from the pov of knight as vishan killed eril tx for chap

  12. Anonymous says:

    Your writing style is just AWESOME .<
    i'm afraid i'd get nightmares for not knowing how all this might continue

  13. veran says:

    checked back every other hour for the last few days… worth

  14. kuroneko25 says:

    Thank you for the chapter 🙂

  15. 28th00 says:

    What a fitting name for this chapter, in many ways…

  16. Niure says:

    . . . . . .
    NOT ENOUGH!!!!!

    Thanx for all your effort! It was GREAT!!!! =D

  17. CCE says:

    Thanks for the chapter!
    Nice development! Keep up the good work!
    You’re getting better.Best cliffhanger, can’t wait for the next chapter.

  18. jasss22 says:

    Thanks for the chapter.

  19. Miss Ruby says:

    Perfect. Loved this chapter~

  20. Anonymous says:

    Cant wait till the next meeting for Tal’hrus and Kaval reveals to the old master on how his agents are dying.

    • Kortodo says:

      I’m actually hoping that Kaidus let Kaval go on purpose. So far he’s not had much success interrogating Tal’hrus operatives, so maybe he’s changed tactics and will instead observe Kaval in secret.

      Once Kaidus learns how to access the place the Master meets the others, he’ll try to take them all out. The Master will likely manage to get away. Kaidus will then decide to destroy their meeting place so no one can use it again.

      Tal’hrus still have the communication rings so this wouldn’t hurt their command structure too much, but it would be a serious blow to the Master’s pride.

  21. Irsimh says:

    Thank you for the chapter. How do you feel when you give your readers the OPness they seek ? :p

  22. ninakirigaya says:

    Thank you so much! I loved the chapter and I love your work. Well done!

  23. lethha says:

    Thank you kind sir, now i can go back yo feed my… oh, they died from hunger

  24. Steve says:

    Thank you, great chapter

  25. Chronos5884 says:

    Thanks for the chapter!

  26. Saphired says:

    It was worth the wait thank you

  27. Oscblade says:

    Thanks for the chapter, I am glad they all died cant wait for him to kill that crazy chick! I feel bad for the princess I wonder what is going to happen now that the princess is dead and the prince is dead.

  28. lordcattank says:

    thank you very much for the chapter

  29. Niken says:

    thank you so much.. you really should make this into a book. I will definitely buy it if it ever reach my country.. I’m from Indonesia, btw..

  30. Abyssal says:

    Thank you for that chapter and my god did that ending feel so epic~

  31. dgcast16 says:

    Thanks for the chapter, 😍 I Loved it !!!

  32. Kmaster says:

    Wow great chapter
    Thanks for the update

  33. mennelon says:

    Great to see a powerful mc who doesn’t act senselessly, but isn’t afraid to act when the time calls for it. Loving this, look forward to more!

  34. JohnnieWalker says:

    Thank you so much! this chapter is awesome.. kaval might be able to escape for today.. but one thing i could say to you biatch, you’ll die horribly!! *cough* sorry *cough* got carried away..

  35. Amare says:

    Thanks for the chapter. Story is awesome as always <3

  36. Njord says:

    Good Series. Although the chapters seem to be spaced out to far apart. What I mean is you seem to be publishing only half of the chapters every week. Not a big deal, Though I thought I might put it out there.

  37. Anonymous says:

    Just recently found this place after reading about it online. I must say, this story is one of the best that I have read. Kudos to the author(s).

  38. Dash323 says:

    As always, another week of counting down to the next chapter! Thanks for the release and keep it up!!
    Also, I refuse to believe he didn’t detect Kaval and he probably let her go so that she leads him back to more of Tahl’Rus.

  39. ZaX says:

    Just binge read this story from chapter 1 and wow. Really appreciate your effort in writing this story.
    Thanks again for providing a pleasure to read and keep up the good work!

  40. Anonymous says:

    I think kaval may try to join him since she wants to kill her master. I’m curious how this will pan out. Thank you for this story, I read them all recently and I’m looking forward to reading more.

  41. Thank you for the story, I just caught up and now I cant binge read 🙁

  42. Darkhaert101 says:

    I just want to clarify something. When Kaidus was dragging Eril, it was mentioned that Biran was the only one following him.

    But on the later scene:

    * “Zion.” Kaidus called, and the wind spirit zipped over to him obediently. He then turned around to look at the people who were following behind. “Are you residents of this city?” He questioned.*

    It mentioned -PEOPLE-, was he talking to Biran and his group? Because based from what was told, it seems Biran’s group was not anywhere near them.

    So maybe it could be – “look at the person who was following behind?”

    • Za1d3 says:

      “With hesitant steps, the man followed Eril and the boy outside as the others wavered briefly before shuffling after.”
      Meaning the group followed after.

  43. Darkhaert101 says:

    Was rereading again.

    Found this line – “and a fear he knew all too well confounded him.” –

    “knew all too well” and “confounded(confused, bewildered?)” – seems contradicting

    How about using “overwhelmed?”

    • Za1d3 says:

      Essentially the only person Eril is afraid of is the old master and he is quickly realizing that the boy standing before him, was terrifying. He is confused because he sees himself as one of the greats, and a pesky child shouldn’t be frightening him like the old master does.

  44. Spartan-208 says:

    Goddamn this chapter was worth the wait. Thanks! 👍

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