The Nameless Heir-Chapter 91: Born of Divine Blood

Minotaurs burst through the walls—massive, snorting beasts with cracked axes in hand. Dust filled the air as the stone collapsed. But the moment they entered, the walls sealed behind them again, like the maze itself had trapped him inside.

Only this time, it wasn’t just Minotaurs.

Dozens of Harpies dove from above, screeching, their wings slicing the air. It was as if the Labyrinth had summoned everything it had—every nightmare left behind—just to stop him from moving forward.

That’s when it hit him.

They weren’t trying to kill him.

They knew they couldn’t.

They were trying to wear him down. Drain him. Grind him into the dust until he couldn’t stand anymore. Not just physically—mentally. Like they had done to the souls here before him.

He turned his head.

The lost souls were still shivering in the corners of the room. And when the monsters burst in, they had panicked even more. He understood now. That’s what had happened to them. This place was a Colosseum—but not one meant for victory.

It was for breaking people.

They fought, and fought, and fought... until they couldn’t remember how to stop. Until they forgot who they were.

This place wasn’t about strength.

It was about endurance.

How long could you survive before your mind shattered?

Kael’s grip tightened around the massive axe in his hands. He couldn’t summon his own weapon—not here.

But this one would do.

It felt weightless in his grip. Like a feather.

He spun it once, effortlessly, then rested it on his shoulder, letting it lean against his neck.

His eyes swept over the Minotaurs. Over the Harpies. Over the sealed walls and circling predators.

He didn’t hesitate.

He charged.

He shot toward the nearest Minotaur, closing the distance before it could even move. The axe slashed across its waist—clean, precise.

It fell in two pieces before it realized it was dead.

Another Minotaur swung its axe with a roar, but Kael stepped past it.

He moved behind it and brought the blade down in a clean, vertical cut, splitting the beast from skull to spine.

He didn’t pause.

He twisted, flung the axe across the room.

It spun like a wheel of steel, slammed into the next Minotaur’s chest, and knocked the life out of it mid-step.

He didn’t waste a second.

He dashed forward, grabbed a fallen axe from the ground, turned with the motion, and brought it down hard into another beast’s shoulder, breaking bone and breath in one strike.

Then gaze fixed on the Harpies above.

One swooped low. Kael hurled the axe toward it like a spear, cutting its flight short. Blood sprayed across the air.

While the others shrieked and scattered, distracted, Kael leapt upward behind one of them.

His hand caught the creature mid-flight.

Without a word, without hesitation, he ripped its wings clean off.

It screamed once before crashing into the floor.

He didn’t stop.

He pushed off the wall and launched himself toward the next Minotaur. His knee cracked into the beast’s face, stunning it.

He grabbed one of its horns, yanked himself up onto its shoulders, and planted a foot on its skull. Then he pulled.

Both horns ripped free in his hands.

A Harpy dove, claws bared.

Kael turned mid-motion and hurled one of the horns.

It tore through the air and speared the Harpy clean through the chest, pinning its twitching body to the ceiling.

He didn’t look up.

The second horn went straight into the Minotaur’s skull, driven in with both hands until the cracking stopped.

It dropped like the others.

Still standing, still calm, Kael turned his eyes to the next wave of monsters.

He was smiling now.

He pressed his nail into his palm until blood spilled out, slow and dark.

It hit the ground with a soft patter.

He flicked his fingers once. The blood lifted.

Again. The droplets twisted midair, thinning into sharp, petal-shaped shards.

Then they tore outward, slicing through the dark like a storm of knives.

They tore through the horde.

Dozens of monsters fell before they could react. Pierced clean through. The wave collapsed around him in a chorus of death.

But it wasn’t just blood.

It was the blood of a god.

And the moment it touched the fallen—something changed.

The corpses twitched. Then moved. Slowly, unnaturally.

One by one, the monsters he had slain began to rise.

Their forms distorted. Skin turned darker. Veins lit up beneath their flesh, glowing red like magma. The change spread through them, reshaping them into something new—something born of the Underworld.

Creatures twisted by divine blood.

And now, they served him.

The Labyrinth started to groan, but Kael interrupted it.

"Don’t even bother," Kael muttered, voice low but cold. "I know you can hear me."

He glanced around the shifting walls of the Labyrinth.

"Don’t try anything. You’ll just end up giving me more soldiers."

The ground trembled.

The Labyrinth shook, like it understood. Like it was angry.

It summoned more.

Cyclopes. More Minotaurs. Harpies.

The stone cracked. The floor split open. And monsters came pouring out.

But the result was always the same.

One by one, they fell.

And one by one, they rose. This time under his control. His blood flowed through them. Divine. Corrupting. Twisting.

He didn’t stop.

He raised a hand and pointed forward.

"Break every wall in your path," he commanded.

The dead obeyed.

So far, trying to solve it with his brain hadn’t worked.

But brute force? That worked just fine.

He was done searching for riddles.

No more games.

He was done with the cleverness of Daedalus.

Let the Labyrinth rebuild itself.

He’d just destroy it again.

And again.

And again.

The walls reformed. His soldiers shattered them.

Stone rose. Stone fell.

Each time, the Labyrinth grew slower. Less precise. More desperate.

"Just guide me," Kael said, glaring at the endless path ahead. "Show me where your master is."

But nothing responded.

That’s when it hit him.

The Labyrinth was alive.

It was acting like a monster.

Endless creatures, pulled from nothing. Grown from the walls like limbs. That meant it wasn’t just stone—it was alive.

And if it was alive...

Then his blood would affect it too.

So he cut his palm again. Deeper this time. Let the blood spill across the cracked floor.

It hissed.

The stone flinched beneath it, like it was in pain.

Kael watched as the ground began to reshape, slowly twisting, forming something new.

Not a maze.

A path.

Straight. Unbroken.

Lines of light flickered to life, leading the way.

At the end of the road was a door.

Kael grabbed the souls and kept walking, one hand tight on the axe, the other leaving a trail of blood behind him like a mark carved into the earth.

He reached the door and shoved it open without slowing—

And stepped through.

But he wasn’t near New Olympus.

Wherever he was now... it was something else entirely.