Extra Borne: Transmigrated Into A System Apocalypse Soulsborne Novel-Chapter 51 - 49: Yadred Rebirth

"I need your help…"

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The words echoed through my mind, heavy and raw. My eyes remained shut, but my detection was fully extended, scanning the area in sharp, deliberate detail. Each raindrop that hit the ground rippled in my awareness, every shift in the air tugged at my senses. If something went wrong, I’d know.

I should’ve dissolved into mist by now. Or attacked. Instinct screamed for action, my subconscious urging me to move, to do anything but stand here like a fool.

But I didn’t.

I couldn’t.

Maybe it was the mist that had seeped into my subconscious, muting my emotions, or maybe it was something else entirely.. a hesitation born from curiosity or fear.

"In order for me to trust your words…" I began, my voice steady, though the tension coiled slightly within me. I let the words hang for a moment before continuing, "...I want you to close your eyes while I open mine."

Silence. Thick, suffocating silence stretched between us, broken only by the distant rumble of thunder.

"Done," the Roamer replied at last, its voice a low, resonant vibration that shook the muddy ground beneath me.

The ashen-gray sky overhead wept torrents of rain, the downpour battering the desolate landscape. Streaks of multicolored lightning

.. red, white, and yellow tore across the oppressive ashen darkness, each strike accompanied by a deafening boom that reverberated through the air.

Slowly, cautiously, I opened my eyes.

The Roamer lay before me, its eyes closed as it had promised. Its massive, monstrous form loomed over the ground, battered and broken. Dark blue acidic ichor oozed from deep gashes along its body, pooling in sickly puddles at its feet. Each labored breath it took rattled through the air like the final gasps of a dying beast.

"Why do you need my help?" I asked, my voice calm, unwavering.

"Please, sit," it rasped, lifting one mangled paw to gesture toward a nearby plank of desolate village wood half-buried in the mud.

"I prefer to stand," I replied, my tone colder than I intended.

The Roamer chuckled weakly, the sound harsh and grating, yet strangely… human.

"Alright," it murmured, before continuing. "Yesterday, my pack and I were searching for the missing Alpha of the North pack. We scoured the lands, combing through every trace we could find, but there was nothing. No trail, no scent, no sign of him."

The Roamer paused, its battered form swaying slightly, as though the memory itself weighed heavily on its broken frame.

"Our search ended at the palace of Yadred," it said finally, the name rolling off its tongue like a curse. "The former prince.... The one who is now called Emperor of the Forsaken."

The mention of Yadred sent a slight shiver through me, but still, I kept my expression neutral.

"But something was wrong," the Roamer continued, its voice trembling slightly. "Something that should never have started… Something that has already happened before but wasn’t supposed to happen a second time."

My brows furrowed. "What shouldn’t have happened?" I asked, keeping my tone steady despite the growing unease in my chest.

"The rare celestial alignment of Gotan," it answered, its voice heavy with dread. "A dance of darkness and light as the sun and moon clash in the heavens, their orbits aligning in a spectacle of chaos."

I opened my mouth to speak, to question what it meant, but before I could form the words, the Roamer’s voice cut through the rain.

"Yadred is being reborn… by the System," it said, each word slow and deliberate, as though speaking them aloud solidified the terrible truth.

I froze.

The System.

That damned, incomprehensible unknown entity that governed this forsaken world. Its touch was everywhere, its rules binding even the strongest of beings.

The Roamer paused, its breathing growing more ragged. "This time," it said, its voice barely more than a whisper, "he will return as a full-fledged member.... of the Void Hands."

A chill ran down my spine, colder than the rain that soaked my skin.

"And we…" the Roamer continued, its voice cracking like splintered wood, "we will all be reborn with him."

Its final words hung in the air like a death toll, heavy and inescapable.

I stared at the broken creature before me, my mind racing with questions I couldn’t voice. The rain pounded harder, the storm’s fury growing as though the world itself wept for what was to come.

***

I didn’t understand what he meant.

No, I refused to.

The revelation was too much, too vast, too incomprehensible to wrap my mind around. The very thought clawed at the edges of my sanity, threatening to unravel what little composure I had left.

"Are you trying to say… Yadred is going to be reborn?" I asked, my voice deceptively calm, each word measured.

"Yes," the Roamer replied. "That’s what I meant."

The weight of those words hit me, and before I even realized it, I was sitting down on the wooden plank he’d pointed to earlier.

"I thought you said you preferred to stand," the Roamer said, a faint teasing lilt in his voice that clashed with the somber reverberations of his words. His closed eyes remained shut, but his tone betrayed nothing of humor. It rumbled low, shaking the muddy ground beneath us like an ominous warning.

I didn’t answer. There was nothing to say. I sat straight, my back rigid despite the oppressive rain. The plank beneath me creaked softly under my weight, its edges warped and worn by time and dampness.

Looking directly at him, I broke the silence. "What happened to you?" I asked, my tone steady but my curiosity sharp. "What got you so badly injured?"

"I fought, I suppose…" the Roamer began, his voice carrying a strange blend of pride and bitterness. "I fought someone greater than I, trying to protect my pack. But it was futile." He exhaled, the sound more like a labored rasp than a sigh. "I only survived because Geralda helped me."

"Geralda?" I asked,

"Yes," he continued, "She tasked me to find you and tell you about this."

"Geralda…" I repeated inwardly, the name echoing in the recesses of my mind. Why would she send a Roamer to find me? What game was she playing?

Aloud, I asked, "Did she tell you anything else? Anything I should do?"

The Roamer chuckled, though the sound was hollow and bitter. More of his dark blue ichor seeped into the mud, the acrid scent burning in my nostrils.

"No," he said, the hint of a smirk audible in his tone. "The warrior Geralda only said… you’ll decide for yourself."

I frowned, the edges of my frustration slipping through. What did that mean? What did any of this mean? My chest felt tight, the weight of the unknown pressing against me.

"What do you think is happening right now?" I asked, leaning forward slightly.

"The war to stop Yadred’s rebirth…" the Roamer began, his voice taking on a thunderous quality that seemed to echo through the air itself, "…has already begun."

His words were punctuated by the heavens themselves.

The ashen-gray sky above erupted in a flash of chaotic brilliance, streaks of lightning tearing through the oppressive clouds.

A deafening CRACK split the air, followed by a resounding BOOM that shook the earth to its core. The ground beneath me trembled violently, sending vibrations up through my feet and spine as if the world itself was bracing for what was to come.

And above it all, the rain poured harder, an unrelenting deluge that masked the fears I didn’t realize I’d shown.....