Rise of the Lustful Evil Monarch (Re)

Third Person's POV

His heart pounded in his chest and his adrenaline surged through his veins as his heightened senses screamed at him to move—NOW.

With a surge of strength, Ethan seized Virelle's waist and rolled as he pulled her away from the stair wall.

The moment they moved, a black hatchet cleaved through the air and sliced through the space where Ethan's head had been just a second before.

The blade struck the black stone behind them and embedded itself deep with a sickening crunch.

Still in motion, Ethan twisted mid-roll and landed in a defensive crouch on the narrow staircase.

Virelle was disoriented but remained unharmed as she clung to his arm with her breath shallow with shock.

A bead of cold sweat trickled down Ethan's forehead as his body tensed in preparation for the eventual battle.

Dark chains materialized in his grasp and feeling their familiar weight he felt reassured.

A broken black saber hilt dangled from one end of the dark chain.

Its blade was still shattered but it still thrummed with latent power.

His crimson eyes glowed ominously as he wrapped the chains around his right arm and gripped the saber hilt tightly.

With his left hand, he gently pushed Virelle behind him and shielded her with his body.

His gaze locked onto the hooded entity with full focus, who stood motionless with its unseen eyes fixed on them.

Then, without warning, it moved.

The figure vanished and its form dispersed into a swirling mass of darkness.

Ethan barely had time to react before a force slammed into him from the side.

He twisted at the last second and raised his chained arm to block the incoming attack.

The impact sent vibrations up his arm as his feet skidded and he fell down the stairs in the dark well.

But Virelle didn't remain frozen in fear as she moved and a thick red thread swooped down and wrapped around his hand.

With a strong pull, he was pulled on the stairs once more.

Ethan steadied himself as Virelle also gilded behind him down the stairs.@@novelbin@@

He looked up and caught a glimpse of the hatchet whose blade was now fully visible and glinted ominously under the dim torchlight.

The dark metal was covered in a red network that pulsated like living veins. Find more chapters on My Virtual Library Empire

The thing wielding it stood before him once again.

This time it seemed to be no longer like a shadow but a tangible nightmare.

Virelle gasped behind him as her grip tightened on his shoulder.

Ethan's mind raced. Whatever this thing was, it wasn't a simple specter.

It had waited. It had been watching. And now, it was here for him. Gritting his teeth, Ethan steadied himself and his battle instincts took over.

He didn't know what the entity wanted, but one thing was clear in his mind.

It wasn't leaving without a fight.

The dark entity flipped the rusted-looking hatchet in its shadowy limb and vanished in the next second.

Ethan's crimson eyes widened as his pupils constricted and he instinctively bent backward like a bow.

The hatchet slashed through the air in a deadly arc with a blood-red glow tracing its path.

The attack narrowly missed his waist but as he straightened, he felt a sharp sting of pain.

His left hand's fingers brushed against his stomach and came away slick with warm blood.

A deep wide incision marred the skin of his waist and he immediately knew that if he had been any slower his waist would have been cleaved in half.

But instead of feeling fear, a jolt of exhilaration coursed through him.

The thrill of skirting the edge of death sent a wild rush through his veins as it refreshed the old memories that had slowly started vanishing from his mind.

His daily routine and the feeling of brushing with death on an almost daily basis in his previous life replayed in his brain once more.

But he had no time to relive it fully as a sudden movement caught his eye and he ducked again.

This time his body bent at a near-impossible angle as the hatchet came whistling past his head.

His eyes widened in shock as unlike before, the weapon didn't stop this time.

It continued to spin in midair and hurled toward Virelle who had been behind him.

At that moment time slowed in Ethan's perception.

Virelle had already summoned a thick blood-red net of threads beforehand but Ethan had a gut feeling that it wouldn't be enough this time.

A powerful rush of adrenaline surged inside his nerves but he had no time to gather force for a proper attack with his broken saber.

Without hesitation, he lashed out with his left hand as dark chains erupted from his palm.

Its jagged tip shot forward with a sharp rustling sound and collided with the spinning hatchet in midair.

Sparks flew as metal met magic. A violent tremor rattled his arm and he felt his left arm going numb from the shock.

Cracks spiderwebbed through his chains as his once-indestructible weapon shattered for the first time since he developed it five years ago.1

The force of impact sent Ethan sprawling onto the narrow stairs as his body slammed into the stone with a thud.

Due to his defending Virelle, he had no moment to balance himself as he fell into a precarious situation.

Half of his body dangled precariously over the dark well.

His chains which had not been able to withstand the sheer force cracked fully and disintegrated into dark smoke as it retreated into his body without his command.

The deflected hatchet veered off course and narrowly missed Virelle before it embedded itself into the dark well wall with a thunderous impact.

Black dust and gravel rained down as the sheer power behind the ominous shadow's rusted hatchet was displayed.

Ethan barely had a moment to breathe before the shadow vanished again.

This time, it moved faster and was even more erratic and unpredictable in its movement.

When he was 11 years old, he developed it in the Dark Forest.

Currently, he is 16 if you guys don't remember