The Nameless Heir-Chapter 64: Embodiment of Gluttony

While he was distracted, Liz and Cyrus ran toward Kael and carried him out. They didn’t stop until they were far from the hero—putting as much distance as they could between them.

Then she started healing him, her hands glowing softly as Aria distracted Axel. Slowly... Kael’s vision began to clear.

"Hey there, sunshine," he said, his voice soft—worn down to a whisper.

She didn’t answer.

She just hugged him—and broke down.

"I’m okay now," he muttered, barely holding the words together.

"Shut up," she snapped. Her voice cracked as golden light flared in her palms. "Just shut up."

While Liz poured everything into healing him, Aria fought alone—keeping Axel at bay with blasts of wind magic and arrows, trying to buy them time.

Kael sat up slowly, pain still tightening his chest.

He looked at Liz—eyes heavy, voice low.

"Buy me some time."

She hesitated.

"What will you do?" she asked, her voice shaking, eyes wide with panic.

Kael didn’t answer right away.

He just gave her a tired smile.

"You’ll see, sunshine," he muttered.

Then his face hardened.

"Now go. Help her. She’s going to die if you don’t—she can’t fight that thing alone."

She nodded and ran toward Aria.

Kael took a deep breath—and called out to Gluttony.

It rose from the shadows and swallowed Kael. It started to merge with his body.

His body began to change as the shadows twisted around him. Gluttony wrapped around him.

His face was swallowed in shadow—so dark, it looked carved from night itself.

Then, slowly, his mouth began to tear open.

Wider.

And wider.

The jaw split unnaturally—stretching far past human limits, filled with rows of jagged, uneven teeth.

And as that monstrous mouth twisted into a smile, tiny mouths began to bloom across his body.

Some carried the whispers of all the souls he had devoured. Some whispered, and others laughed.

His hands stretched with wet cracks.

Fingers bent back—then snapped forward, twisting into jagged claws.

Shadows crawled over his skin, coating him in pure darkness.

The shadows around him spun faster, shrieking like a storm.

And still—he smiled.

Hunger filled him. Twisting. Gnawing. Alive.

"I’m so hungry..." he whispered—like the words were crawling out of his throat.

Then he turned to Axel—and locked onto him.

His eyes didn’t blink. His body didn’t move.

Just for a second... everything went still.

Then he lunged.

Fast. Violent.

A blur of shadows shot forward—too fast to stop.

In one brutal motion, he sank his teeth into Axel’s arm—ripped it off—and swallowed it whole.

Axel didn’t react. His eyes were locked on Liz and Aria, too slow to notice the loss until it was already gone.

He landed hard, dropping on all fours. His growl rumbled out—low, guttural, heavy. Each breath made the ground tremble.

They all looked shocked—staring at his monstrous form.

Before they could even process what was happening, he glanced at Liz—then lunged at Axel, his eyes sending a clear message: Go.

He slashed at Axel with his clawed hand—but a barrier snapped up in time.

He didn’t stop. He was relentless.

He snarled—slashing again and again, like a cornered beast trying to break free.

Each strike came louder, wilder, harder as Kael kept slamming his claw into the same spot—again and again—until the barrier finally cracked.

But it didn’t break.

His hand got stuck, caught halfway through—like the shield had turned to thick glass around his arm. He growled, shadows writhing around his elbow, trying to force his way through.

Axel used that opportunity to move.

His fist ignited mid-swing, energy surging through the gauntlet.

Then it hit.

The punch slammed into Kael’s chest with a deafening crack—like a battering ram shattering bone.

Kael flew backward.

His body tore through the air, smashing through walls and buildings like a ragdoll—rolling, crashing, destroying everything in his path.

But in exchange... a massive chunk of Axel’s fist was gone.

Torn clean off.

Axel didn’t wait. He charged energy into his core—massive, unstable.

Light pulsed from his chest in sharp bursts as the air around him trembled, thick with pressure.

With each passing second, the glow grew brighter—hotter.

"WORLD BREAKER BEAM!" he roared.

Then he started laughing—wild, manic, unhinged.

Like he was about to destroy the world just to prove he could.

The blast shot forward and struck Kael dead-on.

The explosion tore through the earth, carving a massive crater into the ground.

The shockwave followed—violent and merciless—flattening everything for miles.

When the dust finally settled, Kael lay at the center of it all—coated in shadows.

Silent. Still.

Axel used the moment to reform both his arms—metal writhing and twisting as they rebuilt themselves piece by piece.

The shadows peeled off him—slowly, like liquid sliding from stone—then sank into the earth.

He rose.

He was calm. Unharmed. Unshaken.

Axel’s eyes widened in shock.

"I’M SO HUNGRY!"

Kael screamed—raw and violent, his voice ripping through the silence like a wild animal breaking loose.

Dark energy surged through his body, seeping from his skin like smoke from a broken furnace.

And then... he started to change.

What was once bloated and heavy began to shrink.

The mass melted off him—slowly, unnaturally—as if something inside was devouring him from within.

Now he stood taller. Leaner. His arms long and sinewed.

Still coated in that shadowy ink—but thinner. Sharper.

More dangerous.

Like everything he had devoured until now was being used as fuel—his body forged from hunger itself.

"What kind of monster are you?!" Axel shouted, while taking a step back.

While he stared at Kael’s monstrous form, an arrow tore through his chest—silent and sudden.

It burst inside him with a sharp flash, staggering him mid-step.

His breath caught.

His eyes darted around, trying to find where the shot came from.

Just for a moment—he lost focus.

And Kael used that chance.

He leaped toward him.

His mouth stretched—twisting into a beast-like jaw—and clamped down, tearing off Axel’s hand in one vicious bite.

Then he bounced away.

And launched in again—going for the other arm.

He didn’t stop.

Kael tilted his head back—and howled.

The sound ripped through the air, deep and broken, like a beast that had gone too long without food.

Shadows responded.

They surged from the ground like oil boiling to the surface—thick, slow, alive.

Then they twisted.

Circles of darkness bloomed in the air—dozens of them—floating around Axel in a shifting ring.

Portals.

Each one pulsed faintly, as if waiting for something to pass through.

Axel turned, eyes darting. "What the hell—?"

It was too late.

Kael leapt into one of the portals—and vanished.

Then he was gone again—vanishing into one portal and bursting out of another like a blade through smoke.

In one moment, he slashed through Axel’s side. In the next, he disappeared before the blood could even hit the ground.

He struck. Vanished. Reappeared. Again and again.

Each time he moved, a piece of Axel was torn away. His regeneration couldn’t keep up.

There was no rhythm. No mercy. Just chaos.

Kael was everywhere—moving so fast Axel’s eyes couldn’t keep up.

Bit by bit.

Piece by piece.

Kael carved through him.

No longer wild. No longer erratic.

He was precise now.

A predator using the whole battlefield like a hunting ground.

Until nothing was left but his head.

Axel, gasping for air through his helmet.

He couldn’t regenerate fast enough.

Every time something started to grow back, Kael bit it off again.

Over. And over. And over.

Axel was getting tired of it.

"Screw this," Axel growled, voice raw and shaking.

"I’ll destroy this damn world! Like we were supposed to!"

His core flickered—unstable, overworked, and near collapse.

From above, he heard Aria’s voice.

It was faint—but shaking.

"Not that!" she screamed.

"Kael—if that explodes, everyone is going to be erased!"

Hearing her voice—he snapped.

Kael exploded with energy.

His scream shook the world.

"WHY AM I SO HUNGRY?!"

At that moment, the shadows burst from the portal—like water exploding from a shattered pipe—rising high, twisting mid-air, then crashing down on Axel like a tidal wave of pure darkness.

They wrapped around him like a sphere—tight, violent, alive.

Then they began to compress.

Axel screamed inside, the pressure crushing him from every angle.

The sphere pulsed—twisting, twitching, desperate to break free.

It expanded once—twice—like it was holding its breath.

But it was too late.

Slowly, the sphere drifted toward Kael.

He didn’t move.

He didn’t flinch.

The shadows around him stirred—silent and alive, as if they were waiting for permission.

His mouth opened—far wider than a titan’s, wider than any giant could dream.

And he swallowed it whole.

The moment it entered, something exploded inside his stomach.

But nothing happened.

There was no pain. No damage. Only silence.

Then, slowly, Gluttony began to fade from his body.

The hunger was gone. He was finally full.

Kael had returned.

His breath came slowly, ragged and uneven.

The world spun around him.

His vision blurred—colors fading, edges cracking.

And just before everything went black... he saw her.

Liz was running toward him, eyes wide, her voice calling his name.

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