Reincarnated as a Trash Extra To Kill The SSS-Rank Villainess-Chapter 157: His Golden Thread
The iron door of the penitence cell scraped open as Raziel stood up from the cold stone floor and blinked against the light of the guard’s torch.
He spent three days in darkness and his stomach cramped with hunger pains, but his tactical mind felt sharper than ever.
He secured the fifth Forbidden Gift in that pitch-black cell.
He possessed Anchor Blood now.
He walked out of the administrative wing and headed straight for the East Basement.
He did not stop at the refectory to eat a meal nor go to his dormitory room to wash the dirt and dried sweat from his face.
He felt Zorya waiting for him through their permanent bond.
Raziel unbolted the workshop door and stepped inside.
Zorya sat in a rigid wooden chair in the exact center of the room.
She already rolled her gray right sleeve up past her elbow.
She stared at the black suppression tattoo covering her scarred forearm.
"Are you ready?" Raziel asked.
He walked over to the wooden desk and picked up a piece of chalk.
"I have been ready since I was six years old," Zorya answered.
Raziel pulled a wooden stool close to her chair and sat down.
The suppression seal was not a simple kinetic barrier or a basic padlock.
It was a high-grade ecclesiastical chain forged by a master Inquisitor, designed to punish anyone who tampered with it.
He placed his scarred hands over her arm.
He activated Architectural Inscription to read the structural integrity of the ink.
The geometric lines of the tattoo did not just sit on her skin.
The magic dug deep into her physical mana channels and wrapped around her core like barbed wire.
Raziel analyzed the layers of the spell.
He saw the rigid syntax of the Church suppression magic.
But he also saw the golden thread woven directly into the center of the black ink.
It was the fragment of her mother’s soul.
The dead Inscriptor tied a piece of her own consciousness into the spell to hide her daughter’s true capacity from the Exarchs.
"I see it," Raziel stated.
He kept his eyes locked on the tattoo. "I see the golden thread."
Zorya stopped breathing for a second. "Can you save it?"
"I will try."
Raziel channeled his Umbral Paragon core.
He pulled the gold and black energy to his fingertips and used it like a surgical scalpel.
He did not blast the tattoo with raw power because that would detonate the seal and blow her arm off at the shoulder.
He carefully picked the lock.
He dismantled the first layer of the ecclesiastical chain.
The black ink hissed and burned off her skin, turning into foul-smelling smoke that filled the basement.
He broke the second layer ten minutes later.
Every single time he removed a layer of the suppression spell, Zorya’s true core flared.
The suppressed magic pushed outward against the remaining chains.
Raziel felt the massive pressure building inside the girl.
Four agonizing hours passed in the dim light of the basement.
Raziel reached the final layer of the tattoo.
The black ink surrounding the golden thread remained.
He stopped moving his hands. He analyzed the geometric anchor holding the soul fragment in place.
"I cannot separate the thread from the ink without destroying the entire structure," Raziel explained.
"If I break this final chain, the soul fragment will dissolve into the ambient mana."
Zorya looked at the last piece of black ink on her arm.
"Break it," Zorya ordered. "I told you I am ready."
Raziel did not break it.
He lacked the emotional warmth to comfort her with soft words, but his tactical brain found a workaround.
He possessed more than one tool.
He possessed Bond Forging.
He activated the third Gift and opened the permanent tether connecting his mind to Zorya’s consciousness.
He did not destroy the geometric anchor holding the soul fragment.
He grabbed the golden thread with his Umbral energy and pulled it out of the black ink.
He dragged the soul fragment across the physical space and anchored it directly into the invisible bond between them.
The soul fragment settled into the permanent connection linking Raziel and Zorya together.
Raziel snapped the final black chain on her arm.
The suppression seal shattered.
Zorya exploded.
She did not physically detonate, but her unchained core erupted with blinding force.
The dam broke completely.
The massive reserve of raw runic power she suppressed for years flooded the East Basement.
The ancient silver runes on the brick walls flared with intense, painful light.
The geometric shapes disorganized themselves and obeyed her involuntary command.
The walls rewrote their own structure.
The stone floor shifted and cracked under the sheer pressure of her untethered magic.
Zorya screamed.
Too much power hit her mana channels too fast.
Raziel grabbed her shoulders and held her tight against the wooden chair.
He activated Soul Resonance and pushed his own cold, numbed determination into her mind to calm the panic.
He used the permanent bond to absorb a fraction of the magical overload into his own body to prevent her core from burning out.
The chaotic light in the basement slowly stabilized.
Zorya gasped for air and went limp in the chair.
Raziel let go of her shoulders and stepped back to give her space.
Then she opened her eyes.
Her brown irises were gone instead thick veins of liquid silver ink replaced the natural color.
The absolute mastery of the Inscription Gift permanently marked her physical body.
She possessed more raw power than any living Exarch in Phaedra, and the ancient runes of the building hummed in perfect submission around her.
"This is..." Zorya whispered. "...this is what it was always supposed to feel like."
Tears spilled over her cheeks and dropped onto the wooden table.
"Mom, I am sorry. It took too long."
Raziel felt something shift inside his chest that came from the relocated golden thread.
It felt like a gentle hand brushing against his cheek.
Zorya felt it too.
She stopped crying and closed her new silver eyes and smiled.
"She is still here," Zorya said.
"She will always be here," Raziel answered.
Zorya wiped her face with the back of her sleeve and stood up from the chair.
She walked over to the stone slate holding the broken fragment of Lithos.
She picked up her charcoal pencil and looked at the simulated Silencer frequency they tested days ago.
"I can fix this," Zorya stated.
She did not spend hours calculating the angles.
She saw the geometric solution perfectly clear in her mind.
She drew a brand new Architectural Rune over the stone fragment in less than twenty minutes.
"The previous shield only delayed the Silencer," Zorya explained and dropped the pencil.
"It bought us hours. This new shield blocks the destructive frequency completely. It neutralizes the artifact."
Raziel looked at the glowing stone. "Is it permanent?"
"No," Zorya answered.
"It requires an active battery to sustain the geometric loop against Mordecai’s weapon. It requires me." 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞
Raziel processed the tactical reality.
Zorya had to maintain the shield manually during the entire confrontation with the Inquisition.
She would stand alone between the Elector’s weapon and the death of St. Celeste.
If she lost focus or lost consciousness, the shield would fall and the ancient magic would die.
"I can do it,"
"Are you sure?" Raziel asked.
Zorya turned her head and looked at him. "I did not survive twelve years in chains just to fall down now."
