Primordial Heir: Nine Stars-Chapter 294: Leandros Leclair 2

Leandros’s order had just left his lips, his back already turned to the subdued scene, when the air in the bunker ripped.

Roarrrrr!

A guttural, tearing scream erupted from the Ouroboros leader. It wasn’t a scream of pain, but of violent transformation. The grim satisfaction on his knights’ faces vanished, replaced by shock and alarm. Leandros spun around, his silver eyes widening a fraction.

Before him, the leader’s body was contorting. Her sharp features stretched, her jaw elongating into a beak of bone and keratin. Golden, metallic feathers ripped through the skin of her back and arms, erupting in a bloody shower that quickly stopped as the wounds sealed over with gleaming down. Her legs twisted, talons bursting from her boots to scrape the concrete. In seconds, the woman was gone, replaced by a monstrous, beautiful, and utterly terrifying harpy with golden-brown plumage and eyes that burned with feral, intelligent hatred. The air around her began to whip into a frenzy as she called upon the Law of Wind.

Around her, the other captured agents underwent their own horrific metamorphoses—one sprouting chitinous plates and mandibles, another’s skin hardening into stone-like hide. Their last, desperate trump card: full, irreversible monstrous transformation.

"Sir!" one of his knights yelled, raising a shield of light as a gale-force wind slammed into their formation, scattering them.

Leandros felt a cold fury settle in his gut. This was the true evil of Ouroboros—not just their goals, but this willing surrender of humanity. He saw not monsters, but tragedies, people who had chosen to become abominations.

The harpy-leader shrieked, a sound that sliced through the air. With a beat of her powerful, golden wings, she launched herself not at the knights, but straight at Leandros, her talons aimed for his heart, surrounded by a vortex of cutting wind.

He didn’t retreat. He met the charge.

"Luminous Aegis!" A dome of solid, shimmering light snapped into existence around him. The harpy’s talons and the wind blades screeched against it, but it held.

Leandros didn’t stay on defense. His heart ached for the lost humanity before him, but his duty was clear. He thrust his hand through the shield. "Sunfire Lance." A spear of condensed, white-hot plasma shot from his palm.

The harpy was fast, unnaturally so, riding her own winds. She barrel-rolled in mid-air, the lance grazing her wing and leaving a smoking line of scorched feathers. She shrieked in rage and pain, then retaliated. She beat her wings downward, and a Tornado Drill formed—a spiraling column of compressed air that screamed towards Leandros, capable of grinding steel to dust.

He couldn’t block it head-on. He Flash Stepped—a simpler, less flashy version than Nero’s—appearing off to the side as the drill obliterated the spot where he’d been, chewing a deep hole in the reinforced floor.

This was a different fight now. It was no longer about containment. It was a duel to the death against a creature of wind and fury. His knights were busy holding off the other transformed fanatics, their cries of effort and the roars of monsters filling the sealed space.

The harpy dove again, turning into a golden blur. Leandros raised his sword, now glowing with the light of a captured star. He parried a talon strike, the impact ringing like a bell, and countered with a horizontal slash that sent a wave of cleansing light towards her.

She back-winged frantically, but the edge of the light-wave caught her. Where it touched her golden feathers, they didn’t burn; they reverted. The gleaming gold dulled to ordinary brown, and for a second, a patch of human skin showed through on her arm before the monstrous energy fought back and covered it again.

She stared at the spot, then at Leandros, her feral eyes showing a flicker of something beyond hate: fear. His light didn’t just destroy; it sought to undo the corruption itself, to remind her body of what it once was.

"Remember!" Leandros shouted over the howling wind, not with anger, but with something mixed within his voice. "You were human! Fight it!"

For a split second, the chaotic wind around her faltered. Her eyes seemed to clear, showing the sharp, flinty woman she had been, filled with a moment of pure, horrified recognition at what she had become.

Then the monstrous will reasserted itself, drowning the humanity in a tide of bestial rage. Her shriek this time was one of pure denial. She gathered all her power, all the stolen wind, into a single point before her beak. The air in the bunker grew still and heavy, then rushed towards her, forming a miniature, swirling black hole of atmospheric pressure—a Vacuum Implosion.

Leandros knew he couldn’t neutralize this. He had to overwhelm it. He planted his feet, closed his eyes for a heartbeat, and drew upon the deepest well of his power. He wasn’t just fighting a monster; he was offering a mercy.

He opened his eyes, which now shone with the gentle, final light of a sunset. "Requiem: Final Dawn."

He didn’t fire a beam. He became the source. A silent, expanding sphere of warm, golden-white light emanated from him. It didn’t explode; it simply filled the sealed bunker, gentle and inevitable.

The harpy’s vacuum implosion hit the expanding light and dissolved, its chaotic energy smoothed into nothingness. The light touched the other transformed agents, and their monstrous forms began to soften, to slump, the stolen life leaving them.

It washed over the harpy-leader. She didn’t scream. She seemed to freeze in mid-air, her wings outstretched. The golden feathers lost their metallic sheen, turning dull. The fierce wind around her died. As the light fully enveloped her, her form shrank, twisted, and collapsed onto the floor.

When the light faded, Leandros stood panting in the center of the bunker. His knights were picking themselves up, the other monsters gone, leaving only still-human bodies behind. Where the leader had fallen, there was no harpy. There was only the woman again, lying unconscious, her clothes torn, her body scarred but human. The transformation had been burned away.

Leandros walked over and looked down at her, his face a mask of grim sorrow. There was no victory in his heart, only a heavy weight. He had saved her from the monster, but he had also destroyed the power she had chosen. He signaled to his knights.

"Take them. All of them. Get them medical attention, then to the secured holding cells." His voice was tired. He looked at the door, towards where the super train would now be departing safely. His job here was done, he knew those captured wouldn’t survive enough for them to extract any information from them but he still hope this time it would be different.