Eternal Undying Chronicles-Chapter 202: Deep Seated Grudges

Alicarde didn't waste time exchanging pleasantries with the three women over the comms. Instead, he offered a quick, playful greeting in the teasing manner unique to him.

Without hesitation, he leaped out of the building, Argint close on his heels, her claws glinting faintly under the sunlight.

"Hey... aren't you worried about being in the open? Won't people see your face?" Alicarde asked, darting across the rooftops with ease.

Argint, keeping pace effortlessly, responded through the earpiece.

"Nah, we each have artifacts to conceal us. To people and cameras, we'll look like nothing but blurs."

He nodded, landing a few meters away from the guardian, which was staggering in pain, still reeling from the damage to its eye.

A voice broke through his focus.

"We need to destroy all three heads or its heart. However, the heart is protected by that tortoise-like shell on its body. The heads are the better target."

Turning, Alicarde saw Amena stepping forward, her stoic expression unchanged despite the chaos around them. Her maid outfit was splattered with blood, but her composure remained unshaken.

"Amena, glad to see you made it to the party," Alicarde said with a grin.

Amena inclined her head slightly in acknowledgment. "Welcome back, Ali."

Though her tone and expression were as steady as ever, Alicarde could sense the relief hidden beneath her words.

"So, what's Carrisa's plan?" he asked. "And where the hell is Elly?"

Before Amena could respond, a mist swirled nearby, condensing into a familiar form. Elizalina emerged, her silver hair flowing, and without hesitation, she threw herself into Alicarde's arms, clinging tightly to him.

"I have missed you terribly," she said, her voice trembling with emotion. "It feels as though an eternity has passed since I last saw you."

Alicarde allowed her to hold him, feeling her soft body press against the fabric of his reaper's vestments. He let out a low chuckle.

"Weren't you the last person to see me?"

Argint's voice cut through the moment, sharp and mocking.

"What can you expect from a parasite? She's always such a drama queen."

Before the brewing argument could escalate, Carrisa's commanding voice came through the earpiece, calm yet firm.

"Do not bicker, ladies. We have enough enemies already. Alicarde, focus on taking out the ice head of the guardian. Once you're done, switch with me, and we will finish this creature together."

Hearing her voice brought a wave of relief over Alicarde. It was the steady voice of his eternal companion, the one who shared in his eternal existence.

"Carrisa," he said, a soft smile forming. "What are you fighting?"

There was a brief pause, the sounds of clashing steel and explosions filtering through the comm. Then Carrisa's reply came, her tone unyielding.

"Let's just say I am dealing with someone I am not permitted to kill. You have five minutes. If you cannot finish the guardian by then, I will deny you the chance to claim your revenge and kill him myself."

Alicarde's violet eyes gleamed, his heart filling with a murderous resolve. He didn't need her to say the name—he already knew.

The shadow of his past. The one who had humiliated him. The Strigoi Zagarath.

He bit his lip, the metallic taste of blood grounding his rising fury.

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His gaze shifted back to the towering guardian.

"You will die," he growled, his voice dripping with malice as he prepared for the next strike.

Without a moment's hesitation, Alicarde launched himself toward the guardian, a crazed grin splitting his face. The infernal laughter in his eyes and his deranged aura radiated an unrestrained thirst for destruction.

Elizalina cast a concerned glance at Argint. The werewolf sighed, her claws glinting in the morning light as she cracked her knuckles.

"Well, don't just stand there. Let's back him up," she said. "Keep the other two heads off him. Amena, you're with him—destroy the ice head."

With a flick of her wrist, Elizalina raised her hand, and the blood spilled across the battlefield rose like crimson ribbons into the air. She waved her hand, shaping them into sharp, glistening spears.

The blood spears whistled as they tore through the air, striking the guardian's massive body. It roared in defiance, its fire head glowing with intense heat as it unleashed a wave of flames toward Alicarde.

The fire moved too fast for him to dodge, and instead of retreating, he embraced the searing blaze. Flames and lava engulfed him, but with gravity manipulation amplifying his momentum, he struck the guardian with a force that reverberated through its thick frame.

The impact shook the battlefield, eliciting a roar of rage from the creature. Its third head lunged toward Alicarde, fangs bared and ready to tear him apart. Before it could reach him, Argint was already there, her fists clenched, her fur-covered hands glowing with power.

"[First Form: Grim Growl!]"

A shockwave rippled from her fist, slamming into the attacking head with tremendous force. The guardian recoiled, its head jerking back violently. Blood chains erupted from the ground, wrapping around the third head's maw and pinning it down. A massive mallet, formed from the same blood, descended like a hammer of judgment, crashing into the head with devastating impact.

The resulting shockwave rocked the battlefield, shaking nearby buildings to their foundations. Cracks formed, and sections of the structures crumbled, sending debris cascading to the ground.

Elizalina planted hooks into the ground, anchoring the blood chains as they tightened further, pulling the guardian down.

Alicarde seized the opportunity, rushing forward with relentless determination. His aura surged as he unleashed his [Flux Field], amplifying gravity in the area. His gauntlet-covered fists gleamed as he gripped the hilt of his embedded sword, pouring his energy into it.

He chanted, his voice booming with fiery intensity:

Tinder to spark, ember to glow,

In this place, let fire grow.

With a breath, let flames flow,

Consume all—Inferno.

The spell's magic surged through his blade, igniting an inferno that roared to life within the ice head. Flames erupted, consuming its skull as the guardian bellowed in agony. Alicarde held firm, his magic pouring relentlessly into the creature.

"You're tough on the outside," he growled, his violet eyes burning with resolve. "But your insides are weak—this head can't take fire."

The ice head began to glow red-hot, cracks spreading across its frozen surface. The guardian thrashed wildly, its remaining heads driven mad with pain. The fire head snapped free from the blood chains, lunging toward Alicarde with a vengeance.

It bit down with brutal force, sinking its molten fangs into him just as the ice head exploded. The resulting blast tore Alicarde in half, sending his shattered body flying into the air.

Even as his severed form soared skyward, Alicarde clung to his sword, his grip unyielding. His trajectory carried him past helicopters hovering over the scene, the wind rushing past him as his glowing eyes caught sight of a familiar figure.

There, on the top floors of a distant building, Carrisa clashed with an opponent. Though the man looked human, the scar across his eye and the unmistakable malevolent aura surrounding him revealed his identity.

Zagarath.

Even ripped in half, Alicarde could never forget the Strigoi who had left him broken and humiliated in the past. The memories of pain, shame, and rage surged through him like a tidal wave.

His voice, filled with fury and anguish, tore through the morning sky:

"ZAGARATH!"

The name echoed as Alicarde forced the gravity around him to shift, redirecting his mangled body toward the building. His eyes burned with madness and resentment, his soul consumed by a singular purpose—revenge.