2025-03-30 08:01:48"What’s the news?" he asked Anino, who had returned after hours of monitoring the Black Palace and the witches' tribe.
"Yesterday, the transformation of the mortal woman was completed. She no longer remembers her past, and the king took advantage of her lost memories to convince Valeria that she is a Black Sawikin." Alkan’s eyes narrowed. "What about the witches' tribe?" "Nothing suspicious happened, except for their plan to attack the tribe tomorrow night." Anino cleared his throat. "The higher-ups of the Black Palace have sensed your power. They now know that the strong force comes from the southernmost part of the land." Alkan nodded and turned toward the tribe, where everyone was busy with their tasks. The sun had already risen in the east, and he had left the cave without informing anyone. Even Yuli, who had placed the restriction at the cave’s entrance, h
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Hot. It felt like he was inside an erupting volcano. His throat was parched. His blood felt like it was boiling, and his skin was burning. Water. He needed water! Suddenly, a cold sensation flowed through his chest. He let out a relieved breath. A few seconds later, a force tried to take over his being. Alkan furrowed his brows, resisting it. He knew that if he allowed this force to consume him, his existence in the world would be erased. "Mortal, let me enter your body. You cannot fight the Council. I will battle them for you," a voice whispered. Alkan froze. "Who are you?" he asked. "You and I are one. I am the Ancient Anito named Argus." He was silent for a moment. Then, he scoffed. "Why would you possess my body if we are one? This is my body, so don’t even try!" "But the Council is strong. You cannot defeat them." "Whether I can or not is none of your concern. This is my bod
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Alkan glanced to the side, where Matilda occasionally peeked at him. He saw in her eyes the desire to approach, but she lacked the courage to face him. He sighed and turned to Yuli. "Don't think about it anymore. I need to return outside." Yuli nodded and simply watched as he flew out of the barrier he had created for the tribe. Cloaked in illusion, Alkan scanned the tribes he passed by. He noticed that everyone's energy was vibrant. He stopped mid-flight and furrowed his brows at what he saw. What was happening? He followed a carriage carrying a young manananggal woman. He saw a group heading toward the black palace. They came from a lush forest full of mysterious creatures. "I heard the ancient king has yet to choose a maiden he fancies," one of the woman's companions remarked. Alkan landed silently atop the carriage and stood there. The vehicle moved slowly, but it was enough to awaken the sleeping powers. He sat down an
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The female exorcist decided to stay and live in the tribe of the immortals. The tribe leader readily agreed, so Alkan peacefully bid farewell to her. "Will you follow what is destined for you?" the woman asked, gazing at the star-filled sky. "You know what you are getting yourself into, Alkan." A small smile appeared on his lips. "There is still unfinished conflict between me, the council, and Arelano." The woman looked at him before raising her palm. A small light formed there—a glowing orb that flew towards him and embedded itself in his forehead. Suddenly, he felt an unfamiliar power surge through his entire body, strengthening his mind. Alkan furrowed his brows. "Exorcist power?" "I have given you half of my power. Now that there are no longer major factions in the Tribal lands, we can finally live in peace. Use the power I have granted you. May it guide you and keep you safe
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Manuel laughed mockingly. "The prophecy is over. The black palace has fallen!" He clicked his tongue while looking at Alkan. "Even though you contributed nothing to its fall, I will not pursue you. Go, and never show yourself to me again, Alkan. Now that the portal to the mortal world is closed, I have no way to send you back where you came from." "Nothing to contribute?" Alkan opened his palm, revealing a silver flame. "Have you seen this fire before?" Gasps filled the room, but Alkan kept his attention on Manuel’s changing expression. "Isn't that the fire that consumed the black palace?" "Yes! The fire that cannot be extinguished!" "But how does a mortal possess the enchanted flame?" A smirk appeared on Alkan’s lips. "I am its owner," he said before hurling the small silver flame onto the floor.
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In a secluded tribe where immortals resided, a female exorcist silently gazed at the sky. The sun was setting, and the cool breeze brushed against her cheek. The tribe leader approached and stood beside her. "An unknown entity attacked the black palace. A fire that could not be extinguished consumed the palace that had stood in Tribal for millennia," he said. The female exorcist took a few seconds before nodding. A faint smile formed on her lips. "What news is there about him?" she asked the leader. "No one knows where the mortal is, but he was spotted at the black palace." Her eyes narrowed, yet the small smile remained. She recalled Alkan’s promise—to bring down both the black and white palaces. Now that he had ended the rule of the black sawikin, she knew the white palace would be next. She could hardly wait. She wanted to witness the fall of the kingdom that had destroyed her tribe. Meanwhi
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The diamond was silent for a few moments before responding, "I am not the right being to answer that question, Master." Alkan's eyes narrowed. He could feel the black force weakening, but he knew it had not disappeared completely. It could resurface at any moment and influence his mind again. He flew toward the black palace. Even from a distance, he could see the black sawikin in chaos. Most likely, it was because Arelano was no longer in Tribal. A faint smirk formed on Alkan’s lips as he landed before the massive gate. He waved his hand, dispelling the illusion around his body. "Who are you?!" a guard demanded. Alkan ignored him and strode into the hall. The other guards merely watched him. Though they wanted to stop him, there was something about Alkan’s aura—like a king walking through his own palace. He stopped before a grand door. It opened, revealing th
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The young woman stepped down from the carriage and looked up at the sawikin who had suddenly appeared out of nowhere. When their eyes met, she gasped and lowered her gaze. "How may I serve you?" she asked. Alkan stood up and spread the pair of black wings on his back. He took to the sky, followed by the ancient king, who neither responded to nor glanced at the young woman. "Who are you?" Alkan asked when he stopped flying and turned to face the black sawikin trailing behind him. The sawikin also hovered in the air, studying him from head to toe as if analyzing something intriguing. Alkan frowned. He did not like the way the sawikin was observing him. Moreover, the manananggal woman was still looking up at them. "You’re the mortal under the care of the white palace?" the sawikin asked in return. Alkan’s lips pressed into a thin line. Though he couldn’t see it, he could feel the sa
Chapter 96: Ancient king of the black Palace (2)
Alkan glanced to the side, where Matilda occasionally peeked at him. He saw in her eyes the desire to approach, but she lacked the courage to face him. He sighed and turned to Yuli. "Don't think about it anymore. I need to return outside." Yuli nodded and simply watched as he flew out of the barrier he had created for the tribe. Cloaked in illusion, Alkan scanned the tribes he passed by. He noticed that everyone's energy was vibrant. He stopped mid-flight and furrowed his brows at what he saw. What was happening? He followed a carriage carrying a young manananggal woman. He saw a group heading toward the black palace. They came from a lush forest full of mysterious creatures. "I heard the ancient king has yet to choose a maiden he fancies," one of the woman's companions remarked. Alkan landed silently atop the carriage and stood there. The vehicle moved slowly, but it was enough to awaken the sleeping powers. He sat down an
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