Chapter 212
Fusion of the Private Space Cloak
Son Jo-Woo sat cross-legged in the center of the vast training hall.
Silence enveloped the place as though it were the calm before a storm.
Fifteen skeletons surrounded him in a protective formation, while Kyo stood nearby, his eyes never missing a single movement.
Son Jo-Woo took a deep breath, then said in a steady voice that concealed unwavering determination,
"It's time to fuse the Private Space Cloak with my body."
He took out a small rune stone, which he had obtained from Cain along with the fusion technique, and gently placed it on the floor before him.
He did not hesitate.
He drew his dagger—
And drove it directly into his chest.
Warm blood slowly flowed across his bare chest, contrasting with the chill of the hall.
His muscles trembled for a brief moment...
Then became still.
Son Jo-Woo dipped his hand into his blood and began drawing a complicated inscription on the floor.
Interwoven lines carrying a meaning impossible to comprehend, yet radiating a dark power.
When he finished the inscription, he placed the rune stone at its front, then sat at the center of the circle and draped the Private Space Cloak over his entire body.
He raised his right hand before his face and his left hand before his abdomen, then began chanting strange words—
A language that did not belong to this world.
With every word, the inscription became redder...
As though the earth itself were bleeding.
At the end—
The inscription erupted with a dark blood-red light, and energy gathered around the rune stone.
The stone absorbed every trace of the light.
Then it began to tremble gently before rising into the air until it floated before Son Jo-Woo's eyes.
The cloak covered him from head to toe.
Suddenly, the stone moved—
And struck his forehead.
The first strike.
A slight pain.
The second...
The third...
By the tenth strike, a moderate wound had opened on his forehead, and blood trickled down his face.
At the twenty-fifth strike, the wound widened even further, blood poured out heavily, and half of the stone crumbled away with the repeated impacts.
When only half remained, the stone released a dark crimson light that covered the Private Space Cloak.
Black runes began appearing across the cloak.
Then they gradually became fainter...
And fainter...
Until they were almost transparent.
Slowly...
The cloak began to merge with his body.
As the fusion began, the stone moved one final time—
And slammed into his forehead with greater force than ever before.
The stone shattered completely.
Its fragments rose into the air, merged with the transparent cloak, and then entered Son Jo-Woo's body together with it.
Everything disappeared.
No inscription.
No stone.
No cloak.
The fusion had succeeded...
At the cost of excruciating pain.
Son Jo-Woo slowly opened his eyes—
And in the next instant, unbearable agony overwhelmed him.
A pain that told his mind to stop...
And commanded his body to die.
His body convulsed violently across the floor, and his limbs spasmed uncontrollably.
Astaroth instinctively moved forward, but Kyo immediately stopped him.
"Master ordered us not to interfere... no matter what happens."
Astaroth let out an angry hiss, as though he were ready to pounce.
His instincts still hated Kyo.
Before the confrontation could erupt—
Raat stepped between them.
A small Blood Child.
Yet he was enough.
Astaroth calmed down, and silence returned to the hall.
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Suddenly—
A thunderous explosion.
The ceiling of the training hall collapsed, and stones scattered everywhere.
"You bastard of a brother! Where are you?!"
A conceited voice filled with false confidence echoed through the hall.
A young man descended from above.
Elegant clothes.
Silky hair.
And a look of contempt that never left his face.
Kai No.
Son Jo-Woo's former brother.
Behind him descended nearly thirty men.
One of them carried a huge black sack, large enough to conceal an entire person.
Kai No noticed Son Jo-Woo's body lying on the ground, trembling violently.
He noticed no one else.
He smiled arrogantly and took a step toward him.
"Sir... stop."
"What do you want, you bastard? Can't you see that I—"
"There are... powerful people here."
Before Kai No could fully process those words—
A black shadow shot forward and slammed into the man's chest with overwhelming force.
His body was sent flying and crashed through the wall, shattering it.
At that moment, Kai No felt death drawing near.
Before he could even scream—
His men charged forward.
An ice sword formed.
A fire sword.
A lightning sword.
The three of them rushed toward Kyo.
"Tch... Weak."
The swords struck his body, and a cloud of dust exploded outward.
They smiled confidently.
But—
A golden hand of a solid dragon pierced through the Ice user's head.
Then it struck the Fire user's heart.
As for the Lightning user—
He formed a thunder shield.
Kyo let out a quiet sigh, canceled his dragon transformation, then gathered his energy beneath his waist.
Overwhelming pressure...
Concentrated magic.
His hand moved.
It collided with the thunder shield.
A massive explosion shook the entire hall.
A body flew toward Kai No and crashed into one of his men, crushing them both.
The dust gradually cleared.
A bloodied hand appeared.
Its flesh had been torn away.
The bone beneath was exposed.
But the true horror—
Wasn't the power.
Nor the transformation.
Nor the speed.
It was Kyo's face.
Calm...
Cold...
As though nothing had happened.
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