Ancestral Lineage-Chapter 232: Battle Through the Heavens. Wind Versus Blood and Creation.

"Took you long enough, I must say." Luciel's voice carried a mocking tone, but his eyes—his expression—were unreadable now.

Ethan stepped forward, golden eyes blazing with raw fury. "I'm surprised you can still talk after what you did to my family, Luciel Blade… or should I say, Axel Blaze."

Luciel's smirk faltered for the first time. "You… how?"

"It doesn't matter how," Ethan growled. "What matters is that you laid your hands on my family, and for that, you will pay."

Luciel's fingers twitched, his posture shifting subtly. "And I suppose an Emperor Realm brat like you—along with these Grandmaster-level pests—think you can stop me? There's a difference between Saint Realm and the other levels."

Ethan tilted his head slightly, the corner of his lips curling into something far more sinister than a smirk. "I know that, crybaby."

Luciel's jaw tensed. "You—"

Ethan raised a hand.

"This will be your last dance, Axel Blaze." His voice was cold, final. "Get ready to meet your ancestors."

Luciel's entire form tensed. His eyes darkened, the wind around him howling like a caged beast. "You insolent—"

BOOM!

The battlefield exploded.

Angitia struck first.

The massive crimson serpent lashed forward with terrifying speed, her coils blurring through space as she slammed into Luciel like a tidal wave of muscle and power. The psychic force in her eyes flared to life, tendrils of invisible energy piercing into Luciel's mind.

Luciel jerked back, his body flickering as he twisted, barely avoiding the full brunt of her mental assault. But before he could counter—

The ground beneath him cracked apart.

Galeno.

The Heavenly Tortoise had merely moved—and the battlefield shook as though the very world had turned against Luciel. The sheer gravity of Galeno's presence sent shockwaves rippling outward, warping the landscape beneath his massive shell.

Luciel barely had time to react before—

Maverick descended from above.

The gargoyle's wings snapped open, and the golden sigils across his stone skin flared. In the blink of an eye, the very air shifted, warping into pure transmutation energy.

Luciel felt it. His own body was being affected, his very essence nearly rewritten.

Then Stygian came.

The three-headed Cerberus lunged forward, his flaming purple mane roaring with necrotic fire. His middle head snapped at Luciel with fangs coated in pure death, while the other two opened their maws—one unleashing a stream of abyssal flames, the other erupting with an earth-shattering shockwave.

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Luciel growled, his form twisting with the winds, barely dodging the onslaught—

And then darkness swallowed the battlefield.

A void so black it devoured even light erupted from Ethan's left eye.

Onyx had arrived.

The formless entity seeped forward, shifting, twisting, a mass of living curses that pulsed with an unnatural hunger. Chains of pure malediction slithered toward Luciel, reaching for him, seeking to bind his very existence.

Luciel finally reacted.

His winds detonated outward, a violent gust powerful enough to shatter mountains. The sheer force of it sent tremors across the battlefield—

And then Kaldaroth struck.

The knight of curses and ice stepped from the shadows, his greatsword descending like the executioner's blade.

Luciel barely dodged, but even that wasn't enough—the very space around him froze, the cursed ice sealing the winds themselves.

Luciel's face twisted in irritation. "Enough!"

His wings unfurled—the wind became razor-edged.

A single swing—

The storm erupted.

A hurricane of destruction blasted outward, forcing Ethan's beasts to scatter. Even Galeno, the immovable, had to brace himself as the very world trembled under Luciel's retaliation.

But Ethan wasn't done.

Tia and Seraphis moved, their divine auras expanding as they rushed to shield their allies.

Tia raised her hand—a translucent barrier rippled forth, absorbing the impact of the storm.

Seraphis's wings spread wide, and in an instant, snow and ice surged outward, tempering the winds, weakening their destructive edge.

Ethan grinned.

Luciel met his gaze, irritation flashing in his silver eyes. "You're persistent."

Ethan cracked his neck, his golden irises gleaming. "Damn right."

Then—he vanished.

And for the first time since the battle began, Ethan himself attacked.

The Wrath of a Primogenitor

Ethan vanished—but not in the way Luciel expected.

He didn't simply move. He erased the space between them.

One moment, Ethan stood yards away, golden eyes blazing. The next—

His fist slammed into Luciel's stomach.

BOOM!

The impact cracked reality itself. Luciel's eyes widened in genuine shock as his body folded over the blow, his very essence recoiling from the sheer power.

But Ethan wasn't done.

His other hand shot forward, fingers curled like claws—Blood Magic surged.

Luciel's blood rebelled against him.

A gaping wound tore open on Luciel's chest, blood bursting forth in twisting crimson tendrils that Ethan controlled. The Primogenitor clenched his fist, and Luciel was yanked forward, off balance.

"You're not getting away."

Angitia's eyes flashed, and a psychic force crushed down on Luciel's mind. The world around him seemed to warp, his sense of time distorting. His breath hitched as phantoms danced at the edges of his vision—memories, hallucinations, fragments of reality twisting at the edges.

Galeno stomped down, and the entire battlefield shook. The Heavenly Tortoise's gravity increased tenfold, locking Luciel's movements for a fraction of a second—

But that was enough.

Maverick struck.

His alchemy surged, and Luciel's body flared with transmutation energy—his very being attempting to turn against itself. His arm almost morphed into stone, his wings twisting into something unnatural before he forcefully expelled the effect.

Luciel roared, the winds detonating outward in a desperate bid to escape—

But Stygian was already there.

The massive three-headed Cerberus lunged, his fangs coated in necrotic flames. The left head spewed death energy, the right a void of all-consuming fire, while the center one lunged—

Luciel dodged, barely avoiding the bite—

But Onyx wasn't so merciful.

Darkness poured out from Ethan's left eye, chains of pure curse energy wrapping around Luciel's limbs. The formless entity coiled around him, whispering a thousand afflictions into his very soul.

Luciel twisted, the winds screaming in defiance. His silver eyes glowed, and he finally broke free, wind erupting in an all-consuming storm—

Only to meet Kaldaroth's greatsword.

The blackened steel slammed down, carrying with it cursed ice that shattered the very laws of nature. Luciel gritted his teeth, his winds twisting to block the strike—but the curse spread up his arm, numbing his magic for a split second.

A second too long.

Ethan appeared in front of him.

Both hands surged with Creation Magic.

"Collapse."

The world bent inward.

A spear of pure unmaking erupted from Ethan's hands, stabbing through Luciel's chest.

Luciel's eyes widened.

For the first time, he coughed blood.

The wind screeched, violently twisting as Luciel's form flickered. He looked down at the gaping wound in his torso, golden-white energy eroding his essence.

Ethan's face was cold. Unforgiving.

"That's for my family."

Luciel's expression twisted into something… different.

Not pain. Not fear.

Amusement.

"Finally…!"

A pulse of silver light erupted from him.

The wind howled, the world itself screaming as Luciel's power flared beyond limits.

The entire battlefield was engulfed in an all-consuming storm.

Ethan growled, shielding his eyes as the very air warped. His instincts screamed at him—something was changing.

Luciel's voice echoed through the storm.

"I was waiting for this."

The winds cracked open.

And in the distance…

A second portal began to form.

But unlike the first—this one felt wrong.

Twisted. Incomplete.

Even Ethan felt it.

Something terrible was coming.