Rise of the Lustful Evil Monarch (Re) Chapter 149 First Glimpse of the Castle's Horror (1)

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A barely audible curse slipped past her lips before she turned her head just enough to deliver a sharp warning.

"It is none of your business, Isha. And don't even think about ddling in my business. I know you inside and out."

Her dark golden eyes flared with her Abyssal Dark fire and the intensity of her warning darkened the very atmosphere around them.

"If you try anything, prepare to face my wrath in return."

The words carried a weight that even Isha couldn't ignore.

But before she could respond, Nyx moved.

In a single fluid motion, she vanished from the adow with her departure marked by a deafening sonic boom.

The force of her exit sent violent gusts through the tranquil garden as the leaves rustled, vines shook and nearly displaced Isha's platinum dress from its precarious hold over her full and perfect breasts.

Due to the wind, her nipples beca visible over her dress for a second and her dress without any shoulder straps barely clung to her form.

But as if bound by so unseen force it remained stubbornly in place.

Her tantalizing and alluring curves beca visible for a fraction of a second before they settled back into hugging her perfect figure.

Yet, none of that fazed Isha. Instead, she crossed her arms beneath her ample bosom and an intrigued smirk graced her lips.

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Her eyes glead with mischievous curiosity as she murmured to herself.

"Interesting… now I definitely have to find out who this 'he' is."

She chuckled and the sound was swallowed by the whispering wind as the willow branches swayed and concealed her expression in their verdant embrace.

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Ethan sat cross-legged in the depths of Scarlet Hollow Castle, surrounded by an oppressive darkness that seed to stretch endlessly.

He had stumbled upon this forsaken corner of the castle purely by accident when he had been wandering aimlessly while lost in thought about his earlier encounter with the Duchess in the throne hall.

Her words still echoed in his mind and left him unsettled as he wondered about her intentions and true thoughts.

This place, however, was different from the rest of the castle.

The air here was thick with dark elental energy and far richer than anywhere else he had been—so much so that it reminded him of the dense energy within his Master Nyx's lair at the peak of Ebonspire Mountain in the Dark Forest.

Instead of fretting over his location, Ethan decided to make good use of his ti.

He sat down and closing his eyes he steadied his breathing.

If the dark elental energy here was truly this potent, then it was the perfect place to train.

Taking deep breaths, he allowed the swirling energy to seep into his body.

It slowly swirled like a whirlpool as it was disturbed by Ethan's pull and started entering through his body's pores and flowing into his mana veins.

The sensation was overwhelming but exhilarating and Ethan felt as if he was sinking into an abyss and becoming one with it.

The dark elental energy gathered within his inner dinsion near his heart, where a vast black sea lay still and dormant.

As the influx of energy continued, ripples started forming in the dark waters and turned into waves that crashed and churned.

Ethan opened his eyes slightly in surprise.

Typically, such reactions in his dark mana dinsion took at least two days of focused cultivation.

Yet today within only half an hour, dense dark clouds had begun forming above his internal sea.

It was unnatural.

Still, he reasoned that this rapid accumulation was due to the sheer concentration of dark energy in this chamber.

Perhaps, over the years, this place had remained abandoned, leaving it to accumulate raw and unfiltered dark elental energy.

Shaking his doubts away, he refocused and was determined to take advantage of this anomaly while it lasted.

He closed his eyes once more and concentrated solely on drawing in as much elental energy as possible.

Converting it into usable dark magic power would take longer but the first step was simply gathering enough of it.

Unbeknownst to him, sothing sinister lurked within the very walls of this chamber.

The once-solid stone walls which had turned black from the endless absorption of dark energy began to shift ever so slightly.

Beneath the darkened surface, thin crimson threads pulsed and squird as they resurfaced after such a long ti after being buried deep within the structure.

These threads were nearly invisible to the naked eye but carried an energy foreign to the natural flow of dark elental energy.

As Ethan continued his ditation, the constant influx of dark energy caused sections of the walls to flake away and further exposed the crimson threads.

So of them wiggled in response, as though they could sense an opportunity.

The more dark elental energy Ethan absorbed, the weaker the bindings that held these threads in place beca.

The first of them finally detached.

A shrill and nearly imperceptible screech resonated within the chamber as the crimson strand unraveled from the wall.

However, the frequency of the sound was too low for Ethan to perceive who was fully focused on circulating his ascension technique.

More of these threads stirred in response and so of them broke free while others struggled against the remnants of their confinent.

Unbeknownst to him, the detached threads rged seamlessly with the dark mana streams flowing into his body.

They infiltrated his system undetected as they bypassed his soul's natural defenses and embedded themselves within his mana veins.

For now, they remained dormant.

They did not disrupt his flow of mana, nor did they interfere with his cultivation.

Instead, they simply latched onto his energy pathways and generated a subtle but unnatural red pulse that radiated outward from his body.

These invisible waves reverberated through the chamber and caused the remaining crimson threads still embedded in the walls to writhe with renewed fervor as if calling out to their brethren.