Obsessed with a High-Ranking Esper (BL)-Chapter 152: Saving Vigil

Before Vigil could finish, Yu Xi leapt from the tree to the next, dagger flashing in his grip. The perimeter lights instantly shifted from green to red, bathing the camp in warning glow.

Alarms blared through their communicators. The secure zone had been breached. Yu Xi knew what they were facing. "It’s an Umbravore," he said in the comms.

The Umbravore was no ordinary predator. It was an S-rank aberration, a nightmare that defied the laws of nature and perception. It wasn’t simply invisible to the eye; it was absent from reality’s senses altogether. No camera could capture it, no sensor could detect it, and no sound betrayed its passage. It glided silently, inches above the ground, as though the world itself refused to acknowledge its existence.

Yu Xi’s team froze, their breath caught in their throats. They had heard of Umbravores, and knew that only a few had ever seen one and lived to tell the tale.

It fed not on flesh, but on the essence of life itself. Drawn to the strongest emotions like fear, grief and rage it hunted by psychic echoes, tracking prey across vast distances. When it struck, it did so without warning. Victims were left with no wounds, no signs of struggle, yet utterly lifeless. Their minds hollowed, their souls siphoned into the void. Survivors, if any, were left broken, catatonic, their memories fractured and their will shattered.

Yu Xi’s grip tightened on his dagger, his eyes cold. "Stay sharp," he commanded, voice steady despite the danger.

The Umbravore writhed, its tendrils of psychic energy lashing out, reality itself bending around its form. It drifted through the forest like a phantom, its presence impossible to detect by conventional means. It refracted not only light but thought itself, cloaking its existence from both visual and mental perception. Even the most advanced sensors failed to register it, as though reality itself refused to acknowledge its passage. Its glide was utterly silent, no sound nor vibration betraying its movement, making it the perfect ambush predator.

When it struck, it did so with terrifying efficiency. Through its life drain, it could extinguish a human’s vitality in mere seconds, feeding on their spirit like a leech on blood. Its emotion sense allowed it to track prey through resonance—fear, grief, rage, or hope became beacons in the dark. With a single psychic pulse, its mind warp ability could paralyze or disorient, leaving victims helpless before their essence was consumed.

If cornered, the Umbravore was no less dangerous. It could phase through solid matter, slipping between dimensions to escape or reposition, vanishing as though it had never been there. Yet even nightmares had flaws. Psionic feedback—strong psychic pulses or anti-psionic fields—could disrupt its cloaking, exposing its shimmering outline. It avoided emotionless zones, places dampened by technology where resonance was muted.

Silver-iron weapons, especially those psychically attuned, could wound it, cutting through its unnatural defenses. And only a rare few, those with natural psychic resistance, could pierce its illusions entirely, seeing the predator for what it truly was. To face an Umbravore was to confront death itself—but to defeat one was to defy the void.

Yu Xi dropped from the canopy like a thunderbolt, blade gleaming in his grip. The Umbravore sensed him a heartbeat too late—its shadowy form twisting upward as he crashed onto its back, driving his blade toward its neck. The creature shrieked, a sound like splintering glass and weeping wind, and its skin shimmered with psychic static. Thorns of shadow burst from its hide, deflecting the first strike, but Yu Xi was relentless. He stabbed again and again, carving through the illusion-warped hide until black ichor sprayed.

With a howl, the Umbravore dove, dragging Yu Xi down in a spiral of claws and shrieking thought. They hit the forest floor hard. Yu Xi rolled, breath knocked from his lungs, but he rose fast—feet planted, mind sharp. He summoned the Soulfarge Mantle. His psi-blade flared into being, a jagged arc of emerald light, and his eyes burned to match.

The Umbravore vanished.

But its blood betrayed it—thick, oily drops sizzling on the leaves. Yu Xi didn’t hesitate. He reached out with his mind, unleashing a psychic pulse that cracked the air like thunder. The beast reeled, its cloaking faltering, its form flickering between shadow and flesh. It lunged, but Yu Xi was faster. He sidestepped, pivoted, and with a roar, brought the psi-blade down in a clean, final arc. The Umbravore split in two, its scream cut short.

Meanwhile, the camp was chaos.

Tents shredded. Alarms blaring static. The air thick with fear and confusion. They knew something was there, things were there, but no one could see them. Bullets tore through empty space. Energy blasts scorched trees and tents alike. But nothing hit. Nothing screamed. Nothing bled.

Vigil fought beside Zayn, back to back, blades drawn, eyes wild. "It’s in our heads!" Zayn shouted, slashing at shadows. "I can’t lock on!"

Then came the shriek—high, psychic, and wrong. Vigil turned too late. A crushing weight slammed into him, pinning him to the dirt. Cold tendrils coiled around his limbs, and something unseen pressed against his chest. His breath hitched. His vision blurred. The Umbravore was feeding.

He couldn’t scream. Couldn’t move. His life was being siphoned, his thoughts unraveling like thread. Around him, the others were locked in their own battles, flailing at ghosts, screaming into nothing. No one could help him.

Then—shhk!

A blade burst through the air above him, emerald and blazing with psychic fire. It pierced the invisible beast clean through. Purple blood sprayed, hot and hissing, splattering across Vigil’s face. The weight lifted. The Umbravore shrieked and was hurled off him, its cloaking flickering as it crashed into the dirt.

Vigil gasped, blinking through the haze. Standing over him, blade still humming, was Yu Xi.

His emerald psi-blade pulsed in his grip, casting eerie light across his sharp features. "Get up," Yu Xi said, voice calm but fierce. He reached down, yanked Vigil to his feet. "Watch each other’s backs."

Vigil nodded, dazed, breathless, blood still dripping from his cheek. "Y-yeah," he stammered, eyes wide. "Yeah. Got it."

Yu Xi turned, blade raised, already moving toward the next scream in the dark. And Vigil followed, heart pounding, dazzled and alive.