Consumed by a twisted, fevered impulse, Kael took a slow step forward and climbed directly onto the wooden bed, straddling his paralyzed mother.
Her deep dark eyes shifted upward to meet his, filled with a silent, helpless terror, though she remained entirely incapable of uttering a single sound or moving a muscle.
Reaching down, his trembling fingers grabbed the tattered hem of her garment and began slowly dragging it upward, exposing the pale, damp expanse of her lower body and revealing her light-blue undergarments.
Because she had been bedridden and immobile in the sweltering heat for so long, her smooth thighs were slick with a heavy coat of sweat.
Kael swallowed hard, a dry, ragged gulp escaping his throat. He reached for the waistband of his own trousers and began pushing them down.
Realizing what was happening, the color drained entirely from his mother’s face, her expression twisting into a mask of pure, unimaginable horror as her chest heaved in silent panic.
Pausing for a fraction of a second, Kael looked down at her with a cruel, mocking smirk twisting his lips.
"What are you staring at like that?" he whispered, his voice dripping with callous detachment.
"Don’t look at me with those eyes—I am not your real son. I’m just a foreign soul that slipped into this dying four-year-old’s body when he perished a year ago. So don’t delude yourself into thinking we actually share any kind of maternal bond. I can do whatever I want with you right now. It’s not like you can move an inch to stop me anyway. Why don’t we find out if violating you is the key to unlocking the reward I’ve been waiting for?"
With deliberate slowness, he reached down and pushed her undergarments aside, fully exposing her pusshy to the humid air of the room.
As a dark, distorted arousal surged through him, his arousal hardened aggressively, swelling in the close heat.
Then a twisted, humorless laugh slipped past his lips as he muttered to himself:
"Heh... looks like I’m really about to become a motherfucking bastard."
Just as Kael was about to press his face forward to taste her, a sickening grin spread across his face.
He chuckled darkly, whispering, "Look at that... look how wet you are. It seems you’re dripping just looking at me, aren’t you?"
He lowered his head closer toward her core, preparing to lash out with his tongue. But before he could commit the final act, a small, trembling voice broke the tense silence from the corner of the room.
"Brother... what are you doing to Mother?"
Kael whipped his head around, his eyes flashing with vicious irritation as he snapped at his little sister, "Shut up and stay right there where you are!"
Turning back to the bed, he stripped away his remaining trousers, casting them aside in a careless heap.
Crawling fully over his paralyzed mother’s body, he ruthlessly tore away the rest of her tattered upper garments, fully exposing her magnificent, pale breasts to the humid air.
Her magnificent, heavy mounds heaved softly, tipped by hard, deep pink nipples that stood erect in the warm breeze.
A crazed, obsessive gleam lit up his golden eyes as he stared down at her chest. "Look how delicious these are..." he muttered, lowering his mouth toward her nipple, ready to devour her.
BOOM—!
Suddenly, a deafening explosion shattered the quiet afternoon air, shaking the entire wooden house to its foundations.
The violent shockwave threw Kael off balance.
Caught completely unawares, he tumbled hard off the edge of the bed, crashing heavily onto the dusty floor. All the color drained instantly from his face, leaving him pale and shivering as he clutched his head in panic, gasping, "What... what was that?!"
Scrambling frantically to his feet, his heart hammering against his ribs, he rushed over to the small, grimy window and peered outside into the courtyard.
What he saw froze the blood in his veins.
His maternal uncle was staggering backward, heavily wounded, one hand clutching a bleeding arm while his unsheathed sword lay discarded in the dirt.
Standing right in front of him, blocking the path, was a towering figure cloaked in deep, swirling shadows. The stranger’s face was entirely obscured, veiled within a dense, unnatural shroud of dark smoke that seemed to suffocate the very light around him.
Staring out the window in sheer disbelief, Kael’s mind spun into a panic.
"What the hell is that?" he muttered frantically, his voice trembling as he gripped the windowsill.
"Is that even a human? I was literally about to lose my virginity and finally get what I wanted, and out of nowhere, this disaster shows up? Is he here to slaughter us all? Should I... should I still try to finish what I was doing?"
For a split second, his depraved impulse urged him to crawl back toward his paralyzed mother and resume his assault, but a terrifying, unnatural pressure suddenly descended upon the room.
Kael froze mid-movement, his muscles locking up entirely as if his body had been encased in solid red ice, unable to twitch a single finger.
Outside in the courtyard, the confrontation ignited.
Gritting his teeth in pure rage, the uncle yanked his heavy sword free from its scabbard. The cold steel flashed in the harsh sunlight, and without wasting a single second, he charged straight toward the fogy figure (Ethan).
"Who the hell do you think you are, sticking your nose in where it doesn’t belong? I’m not leaving you alive today!"
the uncle roared, slashing his sword through the air and sending a barrage of razor-thin wind blades slicing straight toward Ethan.
But Ethan’s eyes held no fear or hesitation—only a chilling, bone-deep frost. He flicked his wrist through the air, summoning dark magic and ferocious thermal energy straight from his ancient grimoire.
Spell Cast: [Crimson Flame Blast]
A fierce, concentrated wave of thermal energy surged through the air, its intense heat instantly melting and evaporating the uncle’s incoming steel blade and wind slashes mid-air.
The color drained completely from the uncle’s face in sheer terror. He scrambled backward in a panic, spinning his sword around to lock into a defensive stance. But Ethan had no intention of stopping. He instantly activated his next lethal spell.
Spell Cast: [Infernal Wall]
A violent cyclone of blue and red flames erupted from the earth, erecting a towering wall of fire that scorched every single inch of the surroundings into ash and completely sealed off all of the uncle’s escape routes.
Amidst the blistering heat and swirling smoke, the uncle stood drenched in sweat, gasping and coughing heavily. He desperately tried to hack through the flames with his sword, but before he could clear a path, Ethan unleashed his most brutal and devastating spell.
Spell Cast: [Serpentine Pyre]
From within the dark smoke and roaring flames, multiple massive, glowing fire serpents materialized. Their eyes burned like glowing coals, and a terrifying hissing sound echoed from their jaws.
Before the uncle could raise his sword to defend himself, those ferocious fire serpents lunged forward with lightning speed.
CRACK—! SQUELCH—!
Violently shattering all boundaries of mercy, the burning serpents clamped their massive jaws down onto the uncle’s arms, tearing them completely clean off his body in an explosive spray of blood and scorched flesh.
A fountain of gore and the stench of burning meat filled the air. The uncle tried to scream in agony, but his mouth remained locked open in shock.
Before his mutilated body could even collapse to the dirt, Ethan delivered his final, decisive blow.
Spell Cast: [Abyssal Flame Smash]
A massive, concentrated sphere of dark and fiery energy erupted from his palm, hurtling forward like a falling meteor to crash straight down onto the uncle’s head.
BOOM—!
With a deafening blast, the uncle’s entire head was obliterated instantly, scattering bone fragments and ash in every direction.
Inside the house, witnessing this horrific spectacle had frozen Kael to the core.
Completely paralyzed, his heart hammered against his ribs like a trapped beast—thump... thump... thump...—while the heavy stench of burning flesh drifting in from outside filled him with absolute terror.
Slowly, ominously, the dark, fog-shrouded figure (Ethan) stepped forward, advancing steadily toward the old wooden door.