Capítulo 638: The Forsaken Nature of Shadowfell

Cloaking myself in a glow of Crimson Winds, the tranquil winds trembled and cried. The ground beneath my feet had begun to crack, creating chasms as my power continued to rise without end. When a strange aura slowly began to form once I reached the halfway mark of Crimson Winds.

Swallowing the Realm of Midgard into a state of disorder, Yggdrasils voice cried out, "Keep pushing Arsene! You can feel it, too, right? I shall mend the body; keep pushing."

Forced to trust Yggdrasil, I took a deep breath as my body began to rupture, staining the ground red. Blood gushed from my pores, but my power continued to rise. Months ago, when I came to Midgard. It was Yggdrasil that had noticed something during one of my daily training sessions.

At first, I was hesitant, but I still consented. I never had someone actually to watch over me and pass on guidance, so I agreed. Never would I expect that not only would my spearmanship evolve, but so did my body when it came to Crimson Winds.

Lifting her two small arms, appearing like she would take me into her arms, an emerald light warm as the flames of the stars and inviting as the angel's radiance washed over me. Mending my bloodied and broken body by my power, however, the sounds of bones breaking began to ring continuously as I became locked in a cycle of healing and breaking.

Pushing myself even higher, the Aura hidden within me grew more active. That was when I used soul force to force my adaptation to allow this level of power through my body without injury. Nevertheless, I could not help but be horrified by the nature of this essence. It had felt so much like my blood and power but different.

Devouring the grand skies blockaded by the radiance of the angels that loomed over this land. The tainted nature of my power began to rise from my flesh.

"What is this?" I muttered, pushing my power till Ygg's healing did nothing.

However, it was enough for me to begin analyzing this essence. It was pure, ethereal, and menacing like the Hell's essence, but there was something that caught my eye. I could feel even the hellish nature emitting for my soul begin to fade because of this power.

"Mother," I faintly said, as the words left my mouth, subconsciously.

Racing form off of my body, the Aura of the Shadowfell began to tear apart the laws till only disorder remained.

"Such power," Said Ygg heavily, "This is my lands Arsene. People far stronger than you have tried to destroy this world, but only you seemed to be doing it, as a star-lord of all things. The Hell is that power that seems to ignore the natural law."

Clenching my fist at such formidable power growing without end. A strange phenomenon soon began to appear as the rupturing of Crimson Wings came to a halt. Shocking me, I was healed in an instant by Yggdrasil's power.

Touching my chest, skin, and hair, I could not help but feel like I had become complete. Like this was the only thing missing. My mother's blood, which had fused within me, alongside so many other bloodlines, into what I call Shadowfell, had awakened, and it was not playing fair.

Allowing crimson winds to run rampant, I focused solely on the power I held. My bloodline had fusen, so there should be no awakening, no blood segregation, but my mother's blood is doing just that. It was pushing apart the blood of everyone but still keeping the tether I held.

"What the hell does this even mean?" I muttered, confused as to what was happening

"Arsene, what is that?" Said Yggdrasil grimly, drawing close to me.

"My mother's bloodline," I answered.

"Where the hell did your mother originate from? That blood. That blood does not originate from any of the Twelve Realms. None! Never have I seen such a power that destroys laws like what this blood does."

"It isn't supposed to... It was tainted. Tainted by my nature. I think it evolved after being consumed into my blood."

"Be that as it may—that power Arsene is not meant to belong in these realms. You need to be wary of how you use it." She grimly stated, approaching me with a heavy step, "The only thing that can destroy a Law is the Cycle or a Dao cycle. What you are doing is defying nature. You need to find if it's just you or your race that can do that."

I chuckled and released the crimson winds; however, the power of the Forsaken did not falter. "I don't think I can comply with that request. Come on, Ygg, how long have you known me? Have you ever seen me act low-key?"

The little loli rolled her emerald eyes, "You're an idiot then. Let's just pray; they do not send an elder god to kill you. God, how I miss Odin at a time like this."

"Odin?" I curiously asked.

"Most legacy holders can be elder gods in their domains. It just requires a bit of time. Right now, I, alongside Hela, who you decided to name, are gathering power from our legacy, just in case." She explained, glancing up towards the shadow off into the distance as space and time began to repair themselves.

Torn by my power, I found myself a little proud. The power to destroy Dao, hmmm, I wonder if I can ruin concepts? But I really wonder where Zariel buried our mother? How I wish to thank her for this blessing. Even if I tainted it, at its core, my mother's bloodline has given me a wonderful gift.

Turning up to the distorted heavens, I touched my chest, "Who were you, Mother?"

"If there is a woman to fear, it was our mother." A soft cold voice uttered from the great beyond. Torn in sorrow, my eyes turned to grief as I could see a ghost. A ghost from the past... I could see myself, under the hoards of bodies, besides someone. "Like you, she was abandoned by the Heavens and torn from its path. So is the Path of the Forsaken. I held her blood, but it was you who inherited her curse. "

Shaken by my own voice, somber and bleak. I knew this was a conversation between Zariel and me long ago. After the slaughter on Zephis, within the Redwoods, all those years ago.

"The Blood of the Forsaken, eh."