Talent Awakening: Draconic Overlord Of The Apocalypse-Chapter 481: • What Played Out

Cinder walked beside Alister, her black and red dress trailing, the chocolate box tucked under her arm, her red eyes scanning the library with a fond smile. ƒreewebηoveℓ.com

Mar’Garet followed, her red eyes glinting with curiosity. Ho’Rus, perched on Mar’Garet’s shoulder, his crystal-like armor sparkling, gaped at the hovering books, his tiny tail swishing as he attempted to grab some of them.

The moment the blond dragons noticed Alister, their tasks halted, and they turned as one, bowing deeply. "We pay our respects to the Overlord."

Alister raised a clawed hand. "Continue your work." The dragons nodded, resuming their tasks, though their glances lingered.

At the library’s center, a massive transparent crystal cube hovered, its surface refracting the orbs’ light, casting rainbows across the room. Within it, a humanoid figure of pure light pulsed, its form cracked like fractured glass, faint tendrils of energy leaking from the fissures.

The figure’s face was indistinct, but its presence was immense, easily rivaling Alister’s.

A woman with golden blond hair and glasses, her golden scales gleaming, approached from the cube’s base, her blue eyes bright with her mana. Her robes, embroidered with golden threads, rustled as she moved, a crystal tablet etched with dragon runes glowing in her hand.

Noticing Alister, she quickened her pace, bowing deeply, her voice steady and respectful.

"Terra pays her respects to the Overlord."

Alister nodded, his tail flicking as he stepped closer to the crystal cube, his gaze fixed on the cracked figure within.

Ho’Rus leaned forward, his purple eyes wide with awe as he gagged at the figure of light. Alister’s voice, low and measured, held a trace of concern. "Tell me, Terra, how is my father?"

Terra glanced at the crystal cube, which contained what was left of Galisk’s makeup after his law had torn through itself. He wasn’t alive, but he wasn’t dead in the traditional sense—it was like he was suspended between both states. The cube had been created by Terra and the elders among the Archi-voids to ensure no more of his essence would be lost.

Terra adjusted her glasses, folding her hands below her chest as she tilted her head slightly to the side, gathering her thoughts, thinking up the proper terms to explain the complexities of this problem to her lord.

"Well, my lord, we haven’t been able to find a way to put him back together... His law—not only was it made to eat itself from the inside out—it also strongly affected the shape of his soul. It will take a while before we are able to learn how it was shaped before and make proper adjustments. But even if we do, we will still have to face the hurdle of his law being fractured."

She stepped forward a bit, a contemplative expression on her face.

"We will have to find a way to restore his law while attempting to find out how to shape his soul back into how it used to be. Both need to be done at the same time to avoid... adverse effects."

That was to say he wouldn’t be conscious for a while.

Alister said nothing despite hearing what Terra had said; he simply continued staring, as if to reject the reality or to dare to change it. He was angry—not only because of what happened to him, but because his father wouldn’t listen. None of this would have happened if Galisk had listened to him. A couple of days ago, after he had acquired the Hilt of Restria from Lady Lian, Alister’s could sense felt a somewhat strange power emanating from it.

The hilt, as he came to learn, was a part of the sword that let the Dragon Overlord take charge of his own fate. Combined with his unique trait [Fateless], it had a rather interesting effect.

Although he could not understand the full nature of it or grasp its meaning, because he had still not been acknowledged by the Overlord’s heirloom but the simple acquisition of this fragment of the sword cause the description of his trait to change:

[Fateless - Restria Bound Variant]

Trait Rank: Unique (Evolving)

Status: Partially Awakened

Bound Artifact: Hilt of Restria

Description:

You are a being severed from the tapestry of fate—untouched by prophecy, divine decree, or cosmic design. Where others walk paths woven by destiny, yours was never written, because you are a being that was never ment to exist, yet you do. After resonating with the Hilt of Restria, your trait has begun to evolve, no longer just defiant of fate but capable of reshaping it.

The Hilt of Restria, once wielded by the Dragon Overlord to carve his own path against the will of the celestial s, has begun to tether itself to your soul. Its presence has altered [Fateless], granting you the ability not only to resist predetermined outcomes but to subtly bend causality to your will.

Effects:

Fate Rejection: Immune to fate-binding abilities, prophecies, and precognition. Your future is a void—unreadable and untouchable, although the same cannot be said for your past.

Causal Drift (Passive): Events with fixed probabilities or outcomes may unpredictably shift when you are involved. This may manifest as miracles, unlikely survivals, or the failure of "certain" outcomes, that can be drastically disastrous or unbelievably beneficial for you.

Willborne Shift (Trigger-based): Under emotional or mental strain, you may unintentionally overwrite a moment’s destined conclusion with your intent, causing fate to "skip" or rewrite the outcome.

Heirloom Resonance [Dormant]: When fully acknowledged by the Overlord’s heirloom, this trait may ascend into a new form—allowing direct interaction with the world’s narrative laws.

Warning: The trait is very unstable. Until the Hilt of Restria fully accepts you, effects may occur sporadically and with unpredictable side consequences, especially in areas dense with divine or fate-aligned energies.

The addition of this, coupled with the house war with Oboros, made Alister decide that now was the best time to ensure his father’s safety. He approached him in a very straightforward manner, making it clear that the dragons had enemies who would want to end him in order to get to this world.

Galisk already knew about the darkness—the Abyss, as he chose to call it. It was what had killed Alister’s mother.

Galisk was surprised by how well Alister took the revelations. But Alister said he already knew, and that what was most important was keeping him, his father, safe.

Galisk understood what he meant, yet he refused to follow him. He stated that he could not leave City X—not just because it was the largest city under his command, but because it served as the final anchor point. This city was what he used to tether his powers, keeping opposing worlds at bay.

He was the only one capable of safeguarding what little was left of humanity in this world. If he were to leave, then it would become far more difficult to maintain the energy field, and eventually, it would collapse.

Galisk explained further—if the energy field collapsed, the worlds surrounding this one would eventually be pulled into it, consumed by the unstable void. This would usher in a new era of chaos, one far worse than anything they had seen before.

Hearing this, Alister offered for both he and his sister to move to the city to be near Galisk. But Galisk firmly refused. He said he couldn’t allow both of his children to stay in the same space as him—not when he knew he had a target on his back.

"But then who’s going to protect you?" Alister asked, frustrated.

Galisk smiled, almost arrogantly as he said. "I can protect myself. I am still the world’s strongest, after all."

Then his eyes darkened slightly, his voice carrying a sharp edge. "And don’t interfere, Alister. I still want a clean swing at the monsters that took your mother from me, go back to city I, protect your sister and the humans there, I hope you can do that for your old man."

Alister fell silent, the words hanging heavy between them. He clenched his fists but eventually gave a reluctant nod. "Fine. But I’ll be watching. If I think you’re about to die... I will step in."

That was the plan, and that was what happened.

Back then.....

Shadow burst behind the masked woman, twisting and solidifying into the shape of a massive, curved scythe. She raised it with reverence, her silhouette haloed by unraveling cosmic light.

"Thanks for your help, Son of Thl’lor."

She swung.

A single arc of shadow.

The next instant— Blood splattered across the floor.

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But it wasn’t Galisk’s blood.

No.

It was golden royal dragon blood.

The woman blinked, genuinely surprised for the first time.

A golden portal had torn open in the space between them, and from it, a single clawed hand shot out—grabbing the shadow weapon mid-swing, cutting a bit through the scales and drawing blood. The air rippled violently, a tremor passing through the unstable laws that governed the battlefield.

From the portal stepped a figure, regal and deadly, his body wrapped in interlocking scales of white, black, and gold. Energy hummed around him like an unsung hymn. His gaze was intense.

It was Alister.

The woman took a step back, her eyes narrowing. "...Dragon Overlord?"

Before she could muster another word, his ether cut through her.

"Void Rend."

A brilliant slash tore across the space between them—too fast, too precise. Her body split cleanly from head to toe, the two halves suspended for a heartbeat before gravity remembered its work.

As her bifurcated form began to fall, both halves chuckled, overlapping in eerie unison.

"I am eger for us to meet again... perhaps under better circumstances."

Her body then began to dissolve, unraveling into strands of shadow and fractured light, leaving nothing behind but silence and the faint echo of laughter.

Alister then gazed down at his father.

The man shocked to see thus creature, yet he had seen such a form before, something his wife once did, Ans he void rechwonise that aura from when they spared.

"Alister... Is that... You—" before he could finish he passed out, his vision going black.