Divine Mask: I Have Numerous God Clones

Sylra and Kaelor, their bodies still recovering from the brutal clash, moved toward Thorne's lifeless corpse with predatory intent. Their eyes glinted with greed, knowing that the body of a fallen elder like Thorne would be an invaluable asset—one that could grant them unimaginable power.

With Thorne's corpse transformed into their puppet, they would ascend to a level of dominance few could challenge.

Sylra's fingers twitched with anticipation as she reached out toward Thorne's still form. "A corpse like this," she murmured, her voice a mix of reverence and hunger, "could elevate us beyond what we ever dreamed."

Kaelor chuckled darkly beside her, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Thorne will serve us better in death than he ever did in life." His tone was filled with arrogance, as though they had already secured their prize.

But before either of them could lay a hand on Thorne's body, a sudden, violent impact shook the ground.

A massive stone, seemingly hurled from out of nowhere, smashed into the earth between them and the corpse, sending debris flying. Both elders stumbled back in shock, their eyes widening.

"What the—" Kaelor growled, spinning around to find the source of the attack. His face twisted with anger, his lips curling back to reveal clenched teeth. Sylra's expression was sharper, her eyes narrowing as she scanned the area, her voice cutting through the tension like a blade.

"Who's there?" she barked, her voice dripping with venomous suspicion.

From the shadows, a figure slowly emerged, small in stature but carrying an air of unsettling confidence. It was a child—or at least, someone who looked like one.

His youthful appearance was deceiving, but the smirk on his face was anything but innocent. It sent a shiver of unease through even seasoned warriors like Sylra and Kaelor.

The boy's smirk deepened as he stepped into the dim light, his eyes gleaming with amusement. It was Lucas. His gaze swept over the elders and the battlefield with a calm that contrasted sharply with the chaos surrounding them.

"Why don't you just leave Thorne's corpse behind for me?" Lucas's voice cut through the tension, casual and almost playful.

Lucas didn't wait for them to respond. "And in return," he continued, his smirk growing wider, "I'll let you both walk away... without a scratch." The confidence in his words, though spoken by a mere child, sent a ripple of uncertainty through the air.

Kaelor's eyes narrowed as he took in the sight of Lucas. The smirk on the boy's face, the calm in his posture—it was all wrong. There was no fear, no desperation, nothing that a child should feel in front of two seasoned elders. It unnerved him.

"Who are you, kid?" Kaelor growled, his voice low and filled with disdain. He flexed his fingers, summoning dark nether energy as his claws gleamed ominously in the dim light.

"You'd better scram before we make you regret it." His words were a clear warning, but Lucas didn't flinch. If anything, the smirk on his face deepened, as if he found the whole situation amusing.

Sylra, standing with her arms crossed, watched Lucas closely, her lips curving into a mocking smile. "Amusing," she murmured, her tone dripping with condescension.

"A child dares to make demands of us?" She let out a soft laugh, shaking her head. "You've got guts, I'll give you that." Her gaze hardened as she took a step forward. "But guts won't save you."

Lucas remained still, his eyes locked on the two elders, his expression calm and unbothered by their threats. "It seems," he said, his voice steady and low, "that you don't know what you're dealing with."

Sylra and Kaelor exchanged a quick glance, their expressions shifting from curiosity to contempt. The audacity of this child was beyond anything they'd expected. How could someone so young speak to them—elders of Necrovauld—with such confidence? Continue reading at m|v-l'e -NovelBin.net

"You're nothing but a child," Sylra spat, her voice now sharp and biting. She took another step closer, her eyes narrowing with cold fury. "Too brave for your own good."

Kaelor let out a bark of laughter, his dark claws now fully formed, pulsing with nether energy. He raised his hands, flexing his fingers as if preparing to strike.

"It seems you've got a death wish, kid. You're either incredibly stupid or just really bold." His tone was mocking, but there was a hint of annoyance creeping in. Lucas's unwavering calm was starting to get under his skin.

Lucas's smirk remained, unshaken. He glanced between the two elders, his expression almost amused. "So, this is the path you've chosen," he muttered softly, his voice carrying an eerie calm.

There was no fear, no hesitation—only the quiet confidence of someone in complete control. "Don't blame me for what happens next."

Kaelor's laughter abruptly stopped as the air around them grew heavy. The wind, which had been a faint whisper moments ago, suddenly howled to life, swirling around the battlefield with violent force.

Sylra's eyes flickered upward, her mocking expression faltering as she saw the sky above them begin to darken.

"What's this...?" Kaelor muttered, his voice filled with confusion as the clouds swirled, gathering ominously above them.

But Lucas didn't answer. His gaze remained focused on them, his eyes gleaming with a dangerous light. The playful smirk never left his face as the storm grew in strength, the wind howling louder, whipping the debris around them.

Sylra's expression turned from arrogance to something far more wary as the sky became darker, the clouds thick and swirling.

Lightning flashed violently within the storm, illuminating Lucas's face with brief bursts of light. There was something different about this storm—something far more powerful and far more dangerous than the one Thorne had summoned earlier.

"This... isn't normal," Sylra murmured, her voice laced with uncertainty.

Kaelor's claws flickered with nether energy, but the confidence from moments earlier was gone, replaced with a tense silence. "What kind of power...?" He glanced toward Lucas, his expression shifting from annoyance to wariness. This wasn't the act of a mere child.

The very air around them trembled, heavy with the raw force of the storm. Lightning cracked again, sending shockwaves through the ground as the storm continued to gather above them, growing larger and more terrifying by the second.

Lucas tilted his head slightly, his smirk widening as he watched their reactions. "Too late for regrets now," he said, his voice carrying over the roar of the storm.

His eyes glinted with dangerous amusement as the first crack of thunder echoed across the battlefield, signaling the true force of what was about to come.

The storm above them wasn't like anything Sylra or Kaelor had seen before—it was far more powerful, an overwhelming force of nature that dwarfed even Thorne's.

The dark clouds churned violently, the wind threatening to tear the ground apart, and the lightning strikes intensified, illuminating the terror in their eyes.