E-Rank or SSS-Rank: I Awakened a Skill That Shouldn't Exist-Chapter 310: Turned Tide

Chapter 310

Han’s eyes snapped open, revealing a pair of deep icy blue orbs glowing like dying twilight. The moment those eyes opened, the pressure doubled. The Knull Lord, who had been barely holding himself upright, crashed to his knees with a heavy thud.

The pressure didn’t stop with him. It slammed into everyone else, forcing their bodies down like the air itself wanted them buried.

What is this madness. Little One cursed. If he isn’t the Firegod then who the hell is this impostor.

Ronan pressed both hands against the floor, muscles shaking, trying to stop himself from being flattened completely. Pain tore through him. Little One’s question stabbed through his mind too. If that thing hovering in Han’s body wasn’t Han, then what exactly was it.

He had no answer. Not even a guess. The presence was too vast, too ancient, too unfathomable. Ronan couldn’t begin to comprehend what kind of being had taken over his friend.

While the group trembled under the crushing weight, the Knull Lord’s red eyes flickered. Disbelief cut through his voice.

Don’t tell me... you are one of them. One of those white guardians.

Han, or whatever was using Han’s body, slowly shifted his gaze across the palace. Nothing in those eyes moved. Nothing changed. No emotion. No humanity. Just cold detachment.

When he spoke, his voice was calm, cold, and dismissive.

You fool. You dare speak while I am present. When did lowly creatures like you begin to think too highly of yourselves.

His eyes drifted toward the shattered amulet on the ground. For a brief second his expression turned distant.

What an insult. To be trapped in that thing for so long. No wonder weak creatures like you dare bark with authority.

Han. The figure spoke the name one word at a time. As if the very idea of speaking like humans disgusted it.

His gaze lingered on the broken amulet, something like bitter nostalgia flickering in his eyes.

How long was I sealed. He murmured. Thousands of years. Maybe hundreds of thousands.

The thought alone made the air vibrate as his killing intent spiked.

A creaking groan echoed as the Knull Lord, through sheer willpower, forced himself to rise again. One step at a time. Shaking. Bleeding. Barely staying upright.

You are one of them. He growled. Those white guardians acting high and mighty. I will prove them wrong. I will prove to all Knulls that killing you is not impossible. Once one of you falls, the rest will follow.

He spat venom with every word, chest heaving. But the figure in Han’s body barely acknowledged him.

He stared at the amulet for another second. Then turned.

Wait. Are you saying something.

The Knull Lord froze.

The group froze.

Aiden and Little One, despite being crushed to the floor, choked out laughter. Lightrunner tried to keep a straight face, but failed miserably. Aiden even gave a shaky thumbs up in Han’s direction.

The Knull Lord shook with rage.

I will crush you.

Han’s face didn’t change. He lifted a single finger and pointed it at the Knull Lord.

You talk too much. Go down.

He lowered the finger.

The pressure in the entire room recoiled, condensed, then exploded downward onto the Knull Lord like the wrath of a dying world.

The ground cracked. The blue marble split open with a violent shriek. The Knull Lord’s body was smashed into the floor, his vision blurring as blood burst from his chest.

Little One and the others watched in stunned silence, a mix of fear and relief coursing through them.

Han had crushed the Knull Lord without even trying.

And that terrified them more than anything.

But that brief relief died the moment Han, or the thing wearing Han’s body, turned those blurred icy eyes toward the group. Then he moved. Downward. Quiet. Slow. His feet never touched the ground. He walked on air toward them as if the world itself belonged to him.

They could move again now that the crushing pressure had vanished, but none of them knew what to do. None knew if the Han standing before them saw them as friends or prey. Maybe he would kill them outright. Maybe he would spare them. They had no idea.

Han studied each of them. His gaze stayed calm, cold, detached. Like he was looking at insects that barely deserved to breathe.

After a long moment he stopped in front of Jay.

You are humans.

Jay stared at him. What kind of question was that supposed to be. Of course they were humans. Not Knulls. He forced out a reply.

Yes.

The figure held Jay’s gaze for a long, uncomfortable moment before saying one word.

Pathetic.

The word hit Jay like a slap. He growled under his breath. I am not weak.

Han looked at him again with that same empty, unshakable stare.

If you dare speak without permission, count yourself dead.

Jay wanted to argue back but the words stuck in his throat. Pride burned, but fear burned hotter.

Han, impostor or not, moved from one hero to the next. His judgment never changed.

Weak.

Weak.

Weak.

Weak.

Even when he passed Lightrunner, the same verdict came out. Weak.

But then he stopped. His steps halted abruptly. His eyes narrowed.

He was staring directly at Ronan.

Ronan met his gaze and forced out a question through clenched teeth, voice low and threatening.

Where is he. Where is Han.

But the impostor didn’t bother answering him. Instead, he muttered something to himself.

You are from him. His son or perhaps his grandson.

Ronan’s brow tightened. He didn’t understand a thing this creature was saying.

Han shook his head slightly.

Even though you come from his bloodline and carry his blood, you are still like the rest. Too weak.

The words stunned the group more than they wanted to admit. Each of them was considered a force to be reckoned with on Earth, yet here they were, reduced to ants under an indifferent gaze.

Han rose into the sky again, drifting above them. He looked at the humans, then at the Knulls. They were weak, all of them, but he would grant them one chance. One single chance.

He spoke again, calm and detached.

You are too weak for me to bother killing. I will let you live. Humans, follow me. I will guide you out of here, back to Earth. Or was it Rylth. No. It should be Earth.

Oh what a good correct guess. This guy deserves a round of applause. Aiden said in his mind, absolutely not brave enough to say it aloud.

Still, none of them planned to reject the impostor’s offer. They braced themselves to move.

But the ground shattered beneath them.

A figure rose from the broken stone. Torn muscles. Shattered armor. Black fluids dripping from wounds that should have been impossible to inflict. Even the nearly indestructible Knull Lord had been reduced to a brutal ruin.

It shocked them. It terrified them. If the mighty Knull Lord could end up like this, then the thing wearing Han’s body was something far beyond human.

Han tilted his head, eyes lowering toward the Knull Lord.

And where exactly do you think you are going.

The Knull Lord lifted his ruined face. Warmth and malice oozed from his voice. Then from his shattered golden skull, a dark, melodic chuckle slipped out.

TO BE CONTINUED.......

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