The Extra's Reincarnation

Chapter 106: The Chief (5)



"Impossible, No mortal blade could—"

BANG!

He never finished the thought. The bisected temple collapsed with a thunderous roar, ancient columns toppling like dominoes, the once-sacred dome shattering into a thousand glittering fragments that rained down like deadly stars.

"…!"

Dust billowed upward in choking clouds, obscuring the carnage as the structure that had stood for millennia crumbled in seconds.

Through this apocalyptic destruction, Julian walked calmly forward, his blade still drawn, his red eyes fixed on Kyran with the intent of killing him.

The vampire commander stumbled backward, his usual grace abandoned in the face of genuine fear.

"You’re not just some Florence lackey. What are you?"

Julian’s pace never faltered, never quickened.

He stepped over fallen masonry and severed undead with the same nonchalant stride, like a force of nature that could not be rushed or diverted.

"You kidnapped my subordinates," Julian said, his voice carrying easily despite the continuing rumble of collapsing stonework.

"You’ve probably killed countless innocent people as well... you stole from Lady Ophelia… and most importantly, you made my job miserable…"

"…And for what? Revenge? Because I foiled your assassination attempt three years ago?"

The dust began to settle around them, revealing the true extent of the destruction.

Where a temple had stood moments before, now lay only ruins—perfect halves of architecture scattered across the clearing as if a giant child had grown bored with its toys, but it wasn’t just the temple that was cut.

It was the three inner layers of trees that were severed with Julian’s single slash.

"You think this is just about revenge?"

Kyran’s laughter held a desperate edge as he continued backing away.

His silver-white hair, now coated with stone dust, hung in disarray around his aristocratic features.

"How small-minded. How... human."

Julian’s blade caught moonlight as he adjusted his grip, the weapon humming softly as if anticipating what was to come.

"You can’t begin to fathom my motives,"

Kyran spat, his voice growing more confident as he continued retreating.

"You’ve barely lived two decades. I have endured five times that and seen things no human mind could comprehend."

He stopped suddenly, a feral grin spreading across his face.

"Allow me to show you."

CRACK...

The transformation began with a sickening crack, Kyran’s back arching as if his spine were about to snap.

His body expanded grotesquely, muscles twisting and swelling beneath his skin until they rippled like storm-tossed seas.

Flesh gave way to midnight armor—hide so black it seemed to absorb the very light around him.

With a snarl, massive wings tore free from his back, unfolding in violent bursts of membrane and bone. Talons as long as swords erupted from his fingertips, and his face elongated into something monstrous and lupine, fangs glistening in the moonlight. In moments, Kyran stood fully transformed—a vampiric nightmare over ten feet tall.

"I’ve lived ten lives more than you!" he roared, the sound almost physical in its intensity.

"Your strength is nothing against this!"

WHOOSH!

He moved.

To anyone else, it would have been instantaneous—a blur of motion so rapid it might have seemed teleportation.

Kyran’s clawed hand slashed toward Julian with lethal precision.

But Julian’s red eyes tracked him easily, calm and unblinking.

CLANGG!

The steel blade met Kyran’s attack head-on, blocking the monstrous slash with a clash that reverberated through the ruins like thunder.

Sparks flew as claw met metal, filling the air with ozone and fury.

Then Julian shifted.

Barely perceptible to most eyes, the motion carried the force of inevitability. He parried with a single fluid strike that should have been impossible in its grace and power.

Kyran was launched skyward like a rag doll caught in a hurricane blast—the impact propelling him high above the shattered temple grounds.

Julian sprang after him without hesitation, closing the distance with terrifying speed. His cloak billowed behind him like dark wings of vengeance as he pursued Kyran into the night sky.

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Kyran righted himself midair, his massive wings snapping open to arrest his ascent and turn it into a controlled glide.

He twisted with an agility that belied his monstrous form, already preparing for Julian’s aerial assault.

"Feverant Rain…"

A torrent of razor-sharp feathers exploded from his wings, each one glowing with dark energy as they homed in on Julian like a swarm of guided missiles.

WOM…

Julian’s sword blazed and an aura of energy enveloped his blade, its edge becoming a wall of light as he slashed through the barrage, cutting down dozens of lethal projectiles with superhuman precision.

But Kyran was already on him, closing the gap faster than thought.

BAM!

The beast-man spun in midair, using the momentum of his flight to deliver a kick that connected with Julian’s blade in an explosion of sparks.

The impact sent Julian careening backward, but he recovered instantly, flipping gracefully and launching himself toward Kyran once more.

"You think you’ve seen everything?"

Kyran taunted, laughter rumbling like thunder as he shifted again.

"How quaint!"

He lashed out with claws that suddenly extended far beyond their apparent reach, a whiplash strike aimed at Julian’s unprotected side.

"…!"

CLANG!

Julian barely managed to parry, gritting his teeth as the sheer strength behind the blow threatened to wrench the sword from his grasp.

Kyran pressed the advantage with relentless fury. He seemed to be everywhere at once—a whirlwind of claws, fangs, and muscle that left no room for error.

Each attack flowed seamlessly into the next, giving Julian no chance to retaliate or regroup.

"An interesting weapon you have," Kyran sneered between attacks.

"But you’re just another mortal who thinks power alone is enough!"

Their clashes filled the night with a symphony of violence, steel against claw echoing across the ruins below.

Despite his speed and skill, Julian found himself driven back by the sheer chaos of Kyran’s assault—a chaotic dance where every step was meticulously calculated to overwhelm him.

"So then," Kyran continued mockingly as he forced Julian further into defense.

"How does it feel—in spite of all your clever tricks—to realize you’re still only human?"

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