Vampire: World of Blood-Chapter 152: The Last True Vampire V

Outside of Merciless Subjective reality, the dark caverns were covered with the exoteric saliva of these beings known as "S442-T5-Aristaeus," so far what was presented were only 9th-generation beings, and not the real 7th-generation monstrosity.

Ana, on the other hand, was not foolish; she was relying on the reports she had received on the situation and all her master had informed her about. She was perplexed by the current circumstance; she had no idea why, but she had a nasty feeling about it all.

Her gaze looked up; she was now absorbing as much energy as possible, her mental base astral form was hovering within the Nexus viel.

This was the point in creation where all things could be seen, as the tree itself distributed these Aether lines across creation and other fruits. For this reason, the Nexus veil was a structural component of the tree rather than its infinite amount of fruit.

Ana herself had spent so much time here since the concept of time in this place was meaningless, therefore time did not pass her at all; it was like a void of nothingness that contained all of the creation information, and interacting with these lines grants access to them.

However, she quickly understood that she could interact with these lines in the Nexus veil. However, her authority in this position was severely limited. For starters, she can only hop to these spots because she can detect their spatial coordinates simply by touching them, and at best, she can observe what is happening at the end of each line.

This was a power that allowed her to transcend the intrusive distance of the World Tree in her fruit, where the branches stretch out into countless fruit. Her power allowed her to bypass the limitation walls and the concept of range as a whole simply because she was in a place Kali once referred to as the birthplace of Aether.

But, aside from that, Kali didn’t know much about this place, but it basically taught her about fruits, which allowed her to have an armory of unrivaled cards if she had enough energy to hop and invade other fruits from here and back.

But she also discovered that Kali’s energy capacity was endless in every way possible, allowing her to absorb as much energy as she wanted and turn it into Aether. But in the Nexus veil, the only energy that was present was but one energy type, and that energy was Aether, thus what Anastasia was taking from this realm was primordial Aether.

Which was two steps beyond her present Aether level, True Aether, and one step above True Aether, Primordial Aether. Anastasia had Pure Aether, while Kali had True Aether, hence this was the difference between her and Kali.

As Pure Aether is below True Aether, and True Aether is below Primordial Aether.

Anastasia cannot handle true, much less Primordial Aether; however, as a holder of pure Aether, her power can covert any energy type, including higher forms of it, into what her body can currently handle, so in layman’s terms, she was charging herself by nerfing the energy quality around her into her level.

With no temporal constraints, she can charge as much as she wishes and quickly replenish her energy. However, the one-and-a-half day she sought did not include the energy charge itself. Rather it was for training so she could master one of Kali’s attacks; nevertheless, if she weren’t careful, this attack would unleash an energy output so strong the strike it could send many galactic clusters to their end as they would disintegrate everything.

It was for this reason that the entire cavern was so badly scorched and torn apart with giant holes present within in various different areas.

Nevertheless, Anastasia had one goal in mind and it was to make a path forward for her beloved master and the other students so he could invade the source of the Hive.

Despite everything going according to plan, a gnawing sensation of unease crept into Anastasia’s mind. Her instincts, honed through countless battles and the wisdom of her Kali memories, she kind of developed a natural sixth sense for these things.

Her gut was telling her that something was off. She couldn’t shake the feeling, no matter how much energy she absorbed or how prepared she felt. The severity of the situation weighed on her, and for the first time in a long while, she doubted.

Ana felt she needed to make sure. Given the stakes and her role in paving the way for Merciless and the others, she couldn’t afford to disregard her intuition.

So she made a risky decision. Her third eye, which she rarely used owing to the dangers, allowed her to see into the future. Normally, glimpsing time was perilous, but the ambiguity bothered her. If there was a threat, she needed to know right away.

"Yeah, we don’t know what to expect in that nest, so I might as well get a heads up while I’m there; mmm... who knows, maybe the master will even reward me. After all, Substance spent the entire morning bragging about her time in the master room chambers the night before."

"How envious... of her getting all the attention."

"... Sigh!!... Oh Well! Let’s take a quick peep."

With that said she began to focus her energy and power on Merciless himself, her third eye glowing faintly as she concentrated. A sharp, overwhelming pulse surged through her, and the world around her shifted. Time bent, and she cast her gaze two hours into the future.

Initially, everything was distorted; a blur of light and shadow; until the image came into focus. She found herself standing in a vast forest, the lush canopy of trees above moving in the wind.

The flora around her was rich, colorful, and weird. The trees were not typical; some had spiraling, twisted stems, while others carried markings or symbols carved into them. The air was thick with humidity, and the smell of rain was strong.

As she looked around, Ana realized that the forest wasn’t natural. Large cocoon-like structures hung from the trees, some black others purple, while the ground and a large part of the surroundings had the same saliva-like material but they were built into large structures, pulsing with faint light.

In the distance, she could make out a massive castle, partially hidden by the greenery, standing tall over what looked like a tribal village. It was a curious mix—primitive and grand, otherworldly, yet familiar.

Rain began to fall, lightly at first, but soon it became a downpour. The land was scarred; parts of the village were destroyed as if ravaged by some great force. Ana’s heart pounded as she continued to scan the area, trying to understand what she was seeing. Something about this place felt…wrong. This wasn’t part of Merciless’s current plan. Why was she here?

They should be part of a caverns; so is she in this forest-like area, was it possible she jumped too far into the future?

"Is this normal?"

She asked herself, her mind floating into the future as she took in her surroundings, and that’s when she noticed a lot of dead bodies, of giant bee-like humanoids, on the ground, some alive, some dead, but they all had one thing in common: they all lived in this spot in enormous numbers. Regardless of their number, they were all cruelly slaughtered in different awful ways.

But as she began to traverse further into the area around her, that was when it happened.

She noticed something that made her breath catch. Her third eye was usually fixed on her targeted target when she saw into the future, and this time it was on Merciless. However, what she saw was not him. She had traced the threads of time that led to her master, but the person that appeared was not the Merciless she knew.

A woman stood on the edge of the ruined landscape, her presence imposing. Ana’s stare locked on her, and she felt a cold chill run through her. The woman was stunning—her long, hazel hair glistened in the rain, and her frightening green eyes shone with an almost supernatural intensity.

She had big wolf-like ears that twitched with every drop of rain, and dragon-like fins protruded from the sides of her head. Her curvaceous body was clothed in garments that looked strangely identical to Merciless’ own as if she had stolen his identity.

The familiarity was disconcerting, but what struck Ana the most was how this lady felt like an extension of Merciless—even if she wasn’t him.

The woman smiled a dangerous and knowing smile, her fangs glinting in the dim light.

"Ahh… isn’t this sweet?"

She said, her voice dripping with amusement.

"In concern for your master’s well-being, you’ve foolishly looked through time without realizing the consequences."

Ana’s mind raced, panic surging as she tried to understand who or what this woman was. Why had her vision led her here instead of to Merciless?

The woman’s smile widened.

"You have no idea what you’ve just done, do you? Every time you attempt to peek into someone’s future, you anger Sister Fate. You’re lucky, though… lucky because you’re part of my darling’s harem. Otherwise, I wouldn’t bother hiding your little invasion into time."

Ana’s heart pounded. This woman knew everything. She knew what Ana was doing, knew about Merciless, and even seemed to anticipate this moment.

"Umm...

She said, building her courage as she began to speak.

"Who are you really...

The woman gave her side glance, as she chuckled to herself and commented.

"Just called me Brun."

Brunhilde said as she looked at Anastasia... who replied back.

"Brun?!....

Brunhilde naturally nodded her head as she commented once more.

The woman sighed dramatically right after she did that while saying.

"I expected you to attempt this, but it doesn’t change my impression of you. You are still young and naive. In the future, you will be more refined, but your current past self is just way too carefree. Meddling with time, oblivious of how closely it is guarded by cosmic forces who exist to maintain the balance."

She shook her head.

Proud even as she continued once more.

"You’re lucky I’m protecting you and the others from those forces right now."

She boldly announced while... while looking with wide eyes and said.

"You are protecting us?!"

Naturally, Brunhilde replied.

"Of course, as your senior and darling first mate, it is my responsibility to ensure you and the other’s safety; I believe that free will is a beautiful thing, but it can also lead to catastrophe. That is why, in love, I do things that contradict the concept... but you know, to truly love someone, you sometimes have to be a complete stranger and do things behind their back, leaving them unaware of everything else."

"Although inwardly speaking from the heart it’s not something I am really proud of, but someone has to do it, and unfortunately I am the only one that can."

Brunhilde said with a knowing smile, Ana on the other hand had a different reaction.

Ana tried to speak, but no words came out. She was frozen, her third eye still locked onto this strange figure who calls herself Brun. She was powerless in the face of this being who controlled the flow of time and fate around Merciless.

But Brun soon began to talk once more.

"Give up on looking into Merciless’s future."

Brun continued, her tone more serious now.

"No matter what you do, all you’ll find is me. For the mere fact that I’ve superimposed my existence over his fate. Merciless doesn’t walk the threads of time or fate like others. His path is… cut off. Every time you try, you’ll see me, and only me."

The woman’s eyes flashed, and she leaned closer, her voice a dangerous whisper.

"But let me give you a heads-up. Stop trying to peek at Merciless’s future. It’s pointless. Have some faith in your master. He’s a creative man, and doubting him only weakens your bond."

Before Ana could muster a response, her vision blurred, and the woman’s final words echoed in her mind.

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"Remember, I’m always at the end of every intrusion... none shall pass; after all, I am everywhere, and nowhere at the same time."

With a sudden jolt, Ana’s eyes flew open, gasping for breath. She found herself back in the present, her heart racing as if she had just witnessed something forbidden.

The horror of the encounter settled into her chest. Who was that woman beyond just the name, if it was really just the name?

"You mean to tell me; master has something like that protecting his fate."

As Anastasia’s heart pounded in her chest, the remnants of the eerie vision still clung to her like a shroud. She could feel her palms damp with sweat, and her mind raced, trying to comprehend what had just transpired. The voice of the mysterious woman echoed in her thoughts, like a cold warning about the future.

She places her hands on her chest, commenting.

"Master is far more terrifying than I initially thought."

Anastasia said to herself.

But then, from the distance, a new sound pulled her from her spiraling fear. It was a soft, almost imperceptible hum, like the gentle resonance of an otherworldly force. Ana’s eyes snapped open, her gaze darting across the room. The air itself felt charged, a sudden shift in the energy around her.

Her eyes widened as she saw a large, ring-shaped Aether gateway emerge before her. The portal hummed with raw force, swirling with ethereal colors and azure arcs of electricity. It wasn’t just any portal; it was a gateway to Merciless’ subjective reality, a bridge between realms.

From its depths, a figure began to materialize, and Ana’s breath caught in her throat.

She knew who it was, but her aura still scared her, despite her being stronger.

From the portal sprang five figures: four formidable presences known as Merciless and Aristaeus’ base Dampas, which he constructed himself. And there was a certain blonde-haired woman who was short but had the most imposing presence in the bunch.

This was, of course, none other than Substance; and the Dampas she was training. On the other hand, as the two made their way out of the portal, the portal then began to expand, to about 60 meters. From there a large giant black snake began to crawl out from the portal, trailing behind Substance and the Dampas.

Substance looked around, her eye stopping at Anastasia.

"Hmmm, this place looks like a wreck."

Substance said, taking in the surrounding destruction, naturally, Anastasia replied.

"Well my power is very destructive, it’s hard to control if I am not focused."

Substance of course nodded her head in agreement as she said back.

"Yeah, I know. I’ve used your powers in fights before, and even though I have a lower form of aether, that lesser version is enough to deal massive damage to the surrounding area. Aside from that, Aether portals are so convenient that they are practically an eldritchblood family signature ability considering how frequently we use them."

Anastasia agreed with Substance that the aether portal was by far the most used move in their group since it could be used for useful combos, moving about, defending against heavy hits, or sending adversaries somewhere else.

"Well, even if you have a lower type of Aether than me, it is still superior to what some other Aether users have. Your aether quality is enough aether to do spatial jumps and control space and play around with some aspect of time to some degree, but not much else."

"At its height, you can probably build pocket dimensions like I could at that level before my aether quality went up to pure. Master got my Aether when it was at greater as such he got the weakest version of Aether which is Lesser Aether."

Anastasia said as she continued.

"To be honest, the poorest Aether quality is called Tainted Aether, the second highest is called impure Aether, from there comes lesser aether, then greater aether, and where I am, I have Pure aether, going beyond this is true Aether, as my predecessor Kali has, and one step beyond that is the highest possible Aether quality, Primordial Aether. So, in terms of quality, you don’t have it too bad; shit, most Aether users never pass Greater, from what I understand from Kali memories."

Anastasia said to Substance who listened to her explanation.

On that note though, Substance began to speak.

"Well it’s good to know where my limits stand I guess; but where is Master, shouldn’t he already be here?"

Substance asked.

Of course, knowing the situation, Anastasia began to pass on Merciless message as she explained that had something to deal with first, and he will be a little late, naturally replied back.

"I see so we just have to wai...

But before she could respond, all of a sudden the air around them became heavy.

The air in the cavern moved suddenly, breaking the strange calm. Everyone; Substance, Anastasia, and the four genetically transformed Dampas; felt a powerful presence. Aether swirled wildly as a gigantic ring-shaped portal emerged from the dark depths, putting an odd light on the walls.

The energy that poured from the portal was unlike anything they had felt before. It wasn’t just strong; it was terrifying. The weight of it pressed down on them, and their breath hitched, muscles tightening in dread. They exchanged nervous glances, and without a word, their eyes were drawn to the source.

Substance, who had always been confident in her power; an echo of Merciless’ own strength taking a different path from his—felt her hands trembling. Anastasia, despite her vast knowledge of Aether and her close bond to Merciless, found herself sweating. It wasn’t the kind of fear that came from facing something stronger; it was primal, a deep instinct that screamed at them to retreat.

And then, from the blinding light of the portal, a figure emerged.

At first, they didn’t recognize him. He was no longer the Merciless they knew, no longer the 6’5" figure of intimidation. This being was far larger, towering at 8 feet tall. His form radiated raw power, yet it wasn’t just his size that shocked them; it was the sudden new horrific transformation he now boasted.

His once sleek hair had become long, fleshy tendrils that writhed and twisted, dripping with dark energy. Each tendril of hair seemed alive, pulsating with corruption, snaking across his broad shoulders, some of the strands curling and slithering around him like sentient serpents. The air around his hair seemed heavy with malevolent intent.

His skin had taken on an unnatural hue, a deep bluish tone that shimmered faintly in the dim cavern light. Patterns of black tattoos covered his body, but now, those tattoos had taken on a more erotic, hypnotic design.

Insect-like figures crawled across his skin; living tattoos, wriggling and shifting as if feeding on the very power he radiated. The sight was both alluring and terrifying

But his face—his face was what made them question if this was really their master. His four eyes glowed menacingly, the sclera completely black: the upper pair a neon blue, cold and unfeeling, while the lower two were a dark, ominous purple both pairs were nocturnal like a serpent, burning with an unknowable intent.

His teeth had sharpened into vicious points, each one gleaming with unnatural sharpness that promised pain.

Above his head, where there had once been nothing, now jutted out thick, monstrous succubus-like horns. They twisted and curled like the horns of a great yak, black and jagged, glowing faintly with power.

They gave him the appearance of a beast born from the depths of nightmares, something that should not exist in this world. His once-human features now twisted into something beyond recognition, both demonic and monstrous.

His arms had transformed in a way that radiated raw, divine energy. Intricate, glowing patterns covered them, black veins of various energy types were coursing through as if ready to obliterate anything in their path.

His hands flexed, and the very air seemed to tremble in response to his presence, the cavern walls cracking slightly under the pressure.

But perhaps most unnerving of all was his tail; long, thick, and serpentine, with jagged scales that shimmered under the low light. The tip of the tail was sharp, almost like a blade, and it lashed back and forth, exuding the same corrupt energy that poured from his hair. It swayed with a life of its own, moving with terrifying grace, as if ready to strike down anyone who dared approach with ill intent.

But what stood out too was the fact he was wearing Armageddon which he remodeled to look like Chimera armor, but more menacing than both Magma, Oblivion, and Hæftbyrden orbiting around his being.

But what made him truly stand out was the massive cape around his being.

Substance’s eye was the billowing cape draped around his shoulders. At first glance, it seemed reminiscent of regal, flowing fabric, much like Dracula’s from legend, but upon closer inspection, she realized it was not cloth. The cape was formed entirely from swirling miasma; an ethereal, dark mist that writhed and shifted like a living entity, exuding corruption from its being as well.

Tendrils of the miasma occasionally lashed out, as if feeding on the surrounding energy, and wherever it touched, the air seemed to darken, as though the very essence of life was being consumed.

But the moment, his presence loomed over theirs; that was when they got it, a random system notification.

[Kins of the Last True vampires has been detected, now adding to the Qliphoth network.]

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