Ancestral Lineage-Chapter 167: Raining Beauties. The Final Boss Of A Nightmare.

Ethan sighed inwardly, his mind racing despite his calm outward demeanor. The sight of Lamair’s body, suspended in its strange liminal state between life and death, filled him with dread and urgency. He knew he couldn’t afford to waste time. But first, he had to handle the situation with Lisa—Pisces—and the other new developments swirling around him.

’I didn’t know the Grove could rain beauties,’ Ethan teased telepathically, though his words echoed to everyone in the group.

Lisa’s face, already flushed from earlier, turned impossibly red. She buried her face into his chest, utterly unable to respond. "I... ugh!" she stammered, wishing she could melt into the ground—or perhaps freeze the ground instead.

Ethan chuckled inwardly but didn’t push further. His expression shifted to something more serious as he continued telepathically, his golden eyes studying her closely.

’You look familiar... Are you, perhaps, his sister? The Zodiac?’

Lisa hesitated before nodding. "I... yes. Is it that obvious?"

’Blue hair, icy aura, and the same stubborn streak in your face. Not to mention the resemblance,’ Ethan responded, his tone cooling. ’Did you come here because of him? To save him?’

Lisa opened her mouth, but no words came out. Torn between her inner turmoil and Ethan’s unrelenting gaze, her mind faltered.

"I…" she managed, her voice breaking, but she couldn’t give him an answer.

Before the silence could stretch further, Andriel’s voice broke through the tension. "Babe... she’s one of us."

Ethan’s brow furrowed as he glanced at her. ’By that, do you mean...?’

"Yes," Andriel confirmed, her tone trembling with a mix of uncertainty and awe.

Ethan fell silent for a moment, his golden eyes flicking between Andriel and Lisa. Then he sighed, a flicker of warmth returning to his otherwise cold demeanor.

’I don’t know how this happened, but you appeared at the wrong time,’ he said to Lisa, his tone kind but firm. ’I have something very important to do, and I’d prefer if you excused me for a moment.’

Before Lisa could respond, Ethan used his Telekinesis to gently lift her off his arms and place her on the ground. She gasped as she realized her state—her body was almost entirely bare, her only saving grace being her bra, a tattered remnant of her skirt, and the ethereal white wings that instinctively wrapped around her to shield her.

Ethan turned his focus back to Lamair’s body without hesitation. The sight of his fallen companion—purple hair, fair skin, and a muscular build restored by his earlier transformation—filled him with equal parts hope and despair. A faint golden shimmer clung to Lamair’s body like a protective veil, but Ethan’s sharp gaze pierced through it. He noticed something more—a faint thread connecting Lamair to… somewhere else.

Clara and Reginald, standing nearby, also seemed transfixed by the sight. Their expressions betrayed awe and confusion, but Ethan could tell they were seeing something beyond what he could.

’Clara, Reginald… are you perhaps of the Spirit race?’ Ethan asked without turning to them, his gaze fixed on Lamair.

"We are," Reginald answered first, his voice heavy with solemnity. His foxlike tails swayed behind him, mirroring the emotions swirling within him.

"But… we don’t understand most of our power," Clara admitted, her voice trembling. "It’s like…" She paused, struggling for words.

’I know,’ Ethan said, his voice softening. ’I’m experiencing the same. But if you focus enough, you’ll understand your purpose. I don’t fully know your power, but I can tell it’s tied to spirits.’

"It is," Reginald confirmed.

Ethan took a deep breath, his composure cracking just slightly as he glanced at them. ’Then can you help me bring Lamair back? I can’t lose him now. He’s like a brother to me. He has a family waiting for him. Can you help me?’

Clara’s expression softened, but before she could speak, Reginald intervened. "I… I don’t know this feeling. I’m not as attuned to spirits as I should be. I can feel spirit magic, but it’s more like a boost for my affinity. I don’t have the memories or knowledge of using it properly. Miss Clara…" He trailed off, glancing at her. "She’s… higher in the hierarchy than me. Her spirit magic is much stronger."

’System, is there anything…’ Ethan reached out, his mind desperate for answers.

’Something happened,’ a familiar voice answered—it was Zark, stepping in for the system. ’The System Administrator… she vanished. But I can answer your question. That little wife of yours is a descendant of Kitsune. The nine-tailed fox. She’s the best one to help you right now.’

Ethan’s heart skipped a beat, though he didn’t let it show. ’But she doesn’t know how,’ he countered.

’It’s simple,’ Zark replied. ’The Youkai—Spirit races like her—are deeply attuned to spirits and spirit magic. All you need to do is start the ritual. Her instincts will take over.’

’Are you sure?’ Ethan asked, his tone sharp.

’You don’t have much time. Your friend has minutes left, at most.’

Ethan clenched his fists, glancing back at Lamair’s lifeless body. He took a deep breath, his voice calmer as he answered. ’Rushing things will only lead to failure.’

He turned to Clara, his golden eyes meeting her violet ones. ’Clara… I need your help. Will you trust me?’

Clara hesitated for only a moment before nodding. "I’ll try," she said, her voice steady.

Ethan’s expression didn’t change, but the faintest flicker of hope glimmered in his eyes as he began preparing the ritual.

Ethan willed a drop of his blood to flow into Lamair’s lifeless mouth. As the crimson droplet touched Lamair’s tongue, a dark, necromantic aura burst forth from Ethan, intertwining with Lamair’s faint aura of death. The chilling presence of death swirled around them, suffocating and oppressive. Dark tendrils of necromantic energy coiled through the air like living shadows, consuming everything in its reach.

Yet, amidst this consuming darkness, an opposing force emerged—a serene, angelic presence that spread warmth and divinity, like a calm light in a storm. Everyone’s attention shifted to Clara, whose transformation left them stunned.

Her blue eyes had turned into a radiant gold, encircled by glowing blue runes etched around her pupils. Her tails swayed behind her, brilliant white, glowing brighter with each passing moment. Above her head, intricate blue symbols spun like a crown of light, casting a holy glow over her delicate features. Behind her, the ethereal projection of a majestic nine-tailed fox emerged, towering and otherworldly, its glowing golden eyes mirroring hers.

Clara stepped forward, her every motion imbued with divine purpose. She raised her hands toward Lamair’s corpse, her aura calm yet commanding. A pulse of energy resonated from her, a chilling yet tranquil force that neutralized the suffocating death aura, replacing it with a serene calm.

Lamair’s lifeless body was enveloped in a gentle, blue light that seemed to hold the essence of life itself. A deep, resonating pulse, like a heartbeat, echoed through the silent air. It rang out seven times, each pulse stronger and more purposeful than the last, as Lamair’s body floated in the radiant glow.

Finally, the light dimmed, and Lamair’s body was carefully lowered to the ground. Clara stumbled back, her golden eyes dimming as exhaustion overtook her. Ethan caught her in his arms, his face a mix of relief and concern.

"Did… it work?" Clara asked weakly, her voice barely audible.

Ethan gave a faint nod, his tone soft. "It did. Thank you."

But the moment of peace shattered as Lamair’s aura erupted again. The suppressed death energy surged forth, more violent and powerful than before. The oppressive force rolled out in waves, causing the ground to blacken and the surrounding vegetation to wither and die.

Lamair’s body underwent a terrifying transformation. His once fair skin darkened to an abyssal black, and grey, crack-like markings spread across his chest and arms like jagged scars. His hair turned a vibrant, otherworldly purple, while his ears elongated and sharpened into points.

Then, with a sickening crack, two enormous black horns erupted from his head. Polished and gleaming with an eerie light, they curved slightly, resembling those of a bull but imbued with an unholy beauty.

His body grew taller and more imposing, his frame stretching and bulking up into a refined yet monstrous physique. Dark light enveloped him, shielding him from view as his transformation reached its peak. The sky above seemed to darken in response, and the oppressive aura reached a crescendo before abruptly halting in silence.

The dark cocoon of energy around Lamair dissolved, revealing his altered form. His presence was overwhelming—a fusion of death and power, yet somehow restrained.

A deep voice, unfamiliar yet recognizable, broke the silence. "What am I doing here? Why is it so dark? Did the beast get to the others?"

Ethan’s breath caught. He recognized that voice. ’Lamair? Is that you, bro?’ he asked, his voice trembling slightly.

Lamair turned his glowing purple eyes toward Ethan, confusion etched into his now-sharpened features. "Ethan? What happened? Why is it so dark?"

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Lamair inspected his hands, his blackened skin and grey markings catching his attention. "I… Tell me you didn’t go berserk."

Ethan let out a sheepish chuckle, though there was a hint of guilt behind it. ’Sorry, man.’

Lamair looked at Ethan, then down at his transformed body. His expression shifted to one of determination as he said, "Alright… I’ll deal with it. But first, tell me—what the hell happened?"

Ethan smiled faintly, his relief washing over him. ’You died, man. And we brought you back. You’ve changed, but you’re alive. That’s what matters.’

As Lamair stood, his towering figure casting a shadow over the group, the oppressive aura of death still lingered, but there was an unshakable warmth in the moment. Clara, still leaning against Ethan, smiled weakly.

"You’re back," she said softly.

Lamair turned his gaze to her, his expression softening. "Yeah… I’m back. And I owe all of you my life."

Ethan placed a firm hand on his friend’s shoulder, his golden eyes gleaming with resolve. ’And we’re not letting you waste it.’

"Yo bro..." Trevor suddenly said, his usual smirk plastered on his face, his tone dripping with mischief.

"Don’t..." Lamair sighed in silent frustration, his aura rippling outward in warning.

But Trevor, being Trevor, countered with his own bloody, dreadful aura, leaning in as he finished his statement.

"I know you just came back from the dead, but did you have to come back as the final boss of every bad nightmare? All that’s missing is a dramatic lightning strike and some maniacal laughter!"

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Lamair pinched the bridge of his nose. "This fucking idiot," he muttered, shaking his head. But his expression betrayed him—it was more relief than anger.

Ethan chuckled, tossing a bundle of clothes toward Lamair. ’Here! Some clothes. They might look a little short on you, though. I didn’t exactly plan for you to come back as a 7.8-foot-tall giant.’

Lamair caught the clothes, examining them with a raised brow. "Thanks, man."

But before he could slip them on, Lisa’s voice cut through the playful banter like a blade.

"Ethan... can I please talk to you?" she asked softly, her tone uncertain but insistent.

Lamair tilted his head, his knowing smile widening. "New girl?" he teased, nudging Ethan playfully.

Ethan sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. ’It seems,’ he replied, glancing at Lisa, who stood hesitantly nearby, her wings slightly curled in like a shield.

Trevor grinned, clearly enjoying the awkward tension. "Well, Ethan, looks like someone’s got a fan club now."

’Trevor,’ Ethan growled, shooting him a glare.

"Alright, alright, I’ll stop! For now," Trevor said, holding up his hands in mock surrender, though his smirk didn’t falter for a second.