Chronicles of Forgotten Extra-Chapter 192: Partially Awakening The Bloodline?
But even chaos had limits.
His body couldn't keep up.
[Mana Remaining: 9%]
His mana at the end. Even his light mana was near its end.
Throughout the battle he had converted his light mana into shadow mana.
His body screamed. Each of his muscles ached. His lungs felt like they were filled with broken glass. He had no time to process how many wounds he'd taken.
One eye was swollen shut. One arm limp.
Blood pooled at his feet.
Gravius lifted him by the throat.
"Was this what you planned, hero?" he whispered. "To gamble on luck, skill, and sentiment?"
His grip tightened.
"You are not some protagonist, boy. No one is."
"We're just some miscast extras playing in the wrong story."
Alden's vision went white.
His fingers trembled.
The katana dropped from his hand.
Gravius lifted him higher.
"This is mercy, boy. Be proud. You struggled more than most."
Alden tried to pull away. But his body wasn't responding.
Gravius smirked. "Goodbye."
His fingers closed into a spearpoint.
He drove it forward—
SHNK.
The blow struck true.
It pierced through Alden's heart.
Time stopped.
For an instant, there was no pain. Just the cold whisper of death sinking in.
Gravius released him as he turned around, not even bothering to spare him another glance.
Alden's body slumped, weightless.
He fell like a puppet whose strings had been cut.
His blood trailing in the air.
His body rushed up to meet the ground.
CRACK.
Darkness spread from the corners of his vision.
Everything slowed. Sounds muffled. His thoughts stilled.
So this is how it ends…?
It didn't hurt the way he thought it would.
It didn't even feel real.
Is this it? All my effort—just… erased?
His body wouldn't move. His mana wouldn't respond.
There was only silence and the dull, heavy beat of a dying heart.
Then—
A flicker. A vision that was not his own.
He saw something.
Chains.
A dark chamber, vast and eternal.
In its centre knelt a woman.
Her body was bound by chains made from something ancient.
A light that pulsed like dying stars.
Her back was bent and her breath shallow, as if the weight of the world itself rested on her spine.
She looked broken—yet beneath it all, she shimmered with something terrible and divine.
Her green hair flowed like liquid emerald, framing her delicate features.
Her eyes… golden and endless.
As if feeling something shift, her pupils looked towards his direction.
For a moment, she didn't breathe.
Then—she saw him.
A smile appeared on her face as if every pain she felt vanished.
A smile that broke the silence of centuries.
Her dry lips moved. Slowly. Painfully. Struggling to even open as if it had been countless years since she last spoke.
"I–Is that you, my baby?!" She whispered. "Alden?"
Alden recognised the woman.
Of course he did.
How could he not?
She was his mother.
"W–what are you doing here?"
"You shouldn't have been able to come here yet… not unless—"
She stopped. Her golden pupils glowed for a moment peering somewhere unseen before her expression twisted.
"Wh–which bastard dared to hurt my little baby?"
The whole space started trembling.
Alden stayed silent. Not by choice. He couldn't speak anything.
He was just a silent observer.
His mother's expression turned strange.
Her trembling hand reached toward him. But the chains restricted her movements.
"I didn't want you to see me like this…"
Tears dripped from her golden eyes—tears that burnt as they fell.
"I wanted to be strong when you finally came… not this wretched thing."
Her lips trembled. "I left you with him… with them… I—didn't have a choice…" freewebnσvel.cøm
Alden stared, unmoved.
He couldn't cry. Couldn't feel it.
He'd never known her.
He didn't know how to feel.
The woman—his mother—seemed to understand.
Her eyes softened.
The chamber trembled.
Her bound hand twitched.
"Even now… I can't do much. I've been sealed too long… But just this once…"
She raised her wrist.
The chains trembled.
"Just this once, I'll burn the price."
Runes along her arms lit with golden fire.
Her hand opened slowly—like a flower forced to bloom after centuries of frost.
"Take it."
Alden felt it—something vast, ancient, pressing against his soul.
He didn't know what he was taking. He didn't know what it would cost.
But he didn't resist.
Because somewhere in that endless pain… he still wanted to live.
The ground around his broken body cracked.
"I can't help you much… But I hope this can help you, Alden…"
"It wasn't meant to be unlocked so soon…but it can't be helped."
In reality the ground around his broken body cracked. His blood pulsed, dark and slow—then began to reverse.
Golden veins of light etched into his skin, colliding with the mana within him.
Something was awakening.
Something neither light nor shadow, neither human nor divine.
Her voice echoed in his mind, fainter now.
"My child… You were never meant to be a pawn in their games…"
The chains around her arm tightened. Her body spasmed.
The vision blurred, darkened.
But her eyes never left him.
"I'll find you. I swear it. One day, I'll be free. Until then…"
A final whisper:
"Burn them all, if they ever hurt you again."
And then—
Silence.
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Alden's eyes snapped open.
He was lying in a crater of his own blood.
His body was healed.
The wound in his chest was closed.
His heart still beat.
Just enough.
But something was different.
He could feel it.
A flicker of light emerged from within.
Not mana.
Not strength.
Not skill.
Something ancient and primal.
A shift.
The air around him trembled like a drumhead.
His soul burnt cold.
[▒▒▒▒▒ HAS INTERFERED]
[SEALED BLOODLINE OF ▒▒▒▒▒ HAS BEEN PARTIALLY UNLOCKED]
[TRANSCENDENT HAS BEEN UNLOCKED PARTIALLY]
[THE SUPREME ABILITY IS BEING INFLUENCED BY BLOODLINE]
[LIMITLESS ASCENSION — ADAPTIVE TRIGGER ACTIVATED]
[▒▒▒▒▒ Resonation Detected.]
[Soul Threshold Exceeded. Calculating ▒▒▒▒▒ Resonance.]
[THE SUPREME ABILITY IS EVOLVING]
His body felt light. His mana completely replenished.
He felt like he could do anything at the moment.
What is this?
What did my mother do?
Who is she?
He had many questions. But the questions had to wait for now.
"What...?" Gravius stood frozen. "How did you survive?"
Then Alden raised his head.
No rage. No words.
Just calm.
Calm before the storm.
And an aura that crushed the very air.
