The Nameless Heir-Chapter 92: Return of Shadows
The door sealed behind him. The curse faded.
And just like that, his shadows returned.
Quiet. Familiar. Like they’d never left.
He breathed in—slow, deep. A crooked smirk crept across his face.
"I can finally feel them."
The shadows answered before the words had even left his mouth.
They rose around him, coiling like smoke—like breath turning to fire. When he inhaled, they surged upward, crackling, snapping like flames feeding on air. And when he exhaled, they settled again. Calm. Obedient. Waiting.
His eyes dropped. Voice lower now. Almost reverent.
"My shadows."
He gripped his face, fingers pressing deep into his skin. His breath caught—sharp with relief, edged with madness. All his power had come back at once, and it took everything in him not to unravel.
His voice wavered—not from weakness, but from pressure. The power returned too fast, too heavy. The kind of sensation that made your hands twitch, your jaw tighten, your thoughts blur—until all that was left was something dangerous.
Excitement.
The Harpies. The Minotaurs. The Cyclops.
Each one sank into his shadow without a whisper. Their bodies didn’t resist. The shadows wrapped around them, then melted into the ground, vanishing beneath his feet.
Silent. Obedient. Waiting.
And in their place, the Sins rose.
Each one emerged without a sound, forming behind him like fragments of a forgotten crown. With them at his back, he felt whole again.
He scanned the area—and finally understood where he was.
A mountain.
One tall enough to pierce the clouds.
It looked like it had been carved straight from Gaia herself.
Too perfect.
Like a piece of the sky had been ripped out and left hanging here, just to mock gravity.
It was so massive, so still, that for a moment... he thought it was Olympus.
Almost.
The altitude. The air. The weight of it all—it felt familiar.
But this wasn’t Olympus.
He was somewhere else.
He walked to the edge. The stone shifted beneath his boots—dry, brittle, flaking beneath pressure.
Far below, past the clouds, smoke was rising.
Thick. Heavy.
A battle was already underway.
Two sides. No balance. Just noise and steel and fire.
He sat at the edge, feet dangling over the void, and swung them once like he had all the time in the world.
Below, chaos burned.
Kael rested his arms on his knees. His eyes didn’t blink. Didn’t shift. Just locked on the battlefield, holding it in place like staring long enough would peel it open.
There was curiosity in his look. No tension.
Just stillness.
Sharp, surgical stillness.
The fight pulled at him like a flame draws breath—slow at first, then hungry.
He’d just regained his strength, and now it begged to be tested.
Silver on one side—soldiers in polished armor, movements tight, rehearsed. But not a drop of divinity in them.
Gold on the other—traditional Greek plating, flawless formation. And full of raw godly power.
They fought like storms. Loud. Chaotic. Beautiful in the worst kind of way.
He tilted his head, slightly amused.
It was interest.
Clean. Simple.
And maybe, just a little, excited.
That feeling—it made your body act like it was sprinting.
Fast. Responsive. Alive.
But your thoughts? They sat in the back. Calm. Cold. Focused.
Perfect conditions for bad decisions.
He wanted to join.
It always came before a fight. That strange pull.
Like something ancient in his blood whispering that it was time.
Time to move.
Time to break something.
But he hadn’t moved. Not yet.
He wanted to see how it played out.
Because he hadn’t decided who deserved it.
Who was worthy of his attention.
Who was lucky enough to receive his blessing...
So he sat.
Swinging his legs like a child.
Watching like a god.
Behind him, a shadow stirred.
"Are you planning to assist them, my Lord?"
The voice was smooth. Polished. Proud.
"Maybe," Kael said. His voice was flat, but something flickered behind it. Interest. Temptation.
"But let’s keep watching them."
He’d noticed a few things already.
The ones in gold—some weren’t gods. Some weren’t even close. But they radiated divine energy. Not from within, but around them.
Like they’d been marked. Surrounded. Carried by something higher.
Blessed, maybe.
The ones in silver were different. Purely human. No spark. No aura. Just blood and bone.
But their armor...
He narrowed his eyes.
It was too clean. Too advanced. Nothing forged by divine flame, but something else entirely.
Engineered.
Designed.
Built for one purpose—to fight gods.
Then he saw the mark.
The realization hit him hard.
He slapped his cheek lightly. Annoyed.
"Of course," he muttered, flat and dry. "Daedalus."
He turned to the Sins behind him.
"You guys go back." 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦
Without hesitation, they obeyed. One by one, they sank into his shadow—silent, effortless, gone.
Kael exhaled. Slowly. Rolled his shoulders.
The air here was thin. Clean. It made everything sharper.
"All right..." he muttered, stretching his arms once. Twice. "Time to find who I came for."
He bounced on the balls of his feet, once, then again—like a man warming up before stealing the spotlight.
Which, of course, he was.
"Distance..." he said, squinting toward the horizon. "About twenty miles."
He stepped to the very edge of the floating mountain.
Wind tore at his coat.
Stone cracked beneath his boots.
Then he locked onto the battlefield—
—and vanished.
The mountain shattered behind him, exploding into dust and debris.
The force tore clouds apart in his wake.
And in the next heartbeat—
He was there.
He dropped into the center of the battlefield like a god cast down—violent, sudden, and meant to be seen.
The ground split beneath him—stone and steel cracking at once.
Shockwaves tore outward, ripping through both lines.
Dust surged up in a blinding wave.
Soldiers from both sides were ripped off their feet—tossed like leaves in a storm.
The closest ones slammed back hard, their armor screeching against stone as they hit the ground and rolled.
The rest stood frozen.
Covered in dust. Blinded.
Staring through the haze, trying to understand what had just descended into their war.
Bodies lay scattered. Shields cracked. Weapons lost in the debris.
And then—
His voice.
Calm. Measured. Unshaken.
It cut through the smoke like a blade.
"All of you... now.
Vow before your god."
