(Seth’s past-life comrades have followed his trail, determined to uncover what turned their once-kind leader into a monster. What they find is not what they expected—it is far, far worse. The truth is cruel, grotesque, and soul-crushing. The man they mourned did not vanish into darkness of his own will. He was shattered, mutilated, and remade into something else. And when they finally realize what was done to him, their sorrow will turn into pure, unrelenting rage. As their hearts break, an old force appears—Nyxara, the goddess who failed him.)
This chapter contains extreme psychological torment, graphic descriptions of past suffering, forced cannibalism, and overwhelming grief. Themes of helplessness, the irreversible damage of cruelty, and the rage born from shattered love are heavily present. Reader discretion is advised.
?? SYSTEM NOTICE: ? HOST'S PAST TRAUMA IS BEING UNVEILED. ? OBSERVERS WILL EXPERIENCE SEVERE PSYCHOLOGICAL IMPACT. ? WARNING: THE TRUTH CANNOT BE UNSEEN.
The group moved in silence through the wreckage of what had once been a forgotten battlefield.
The traces of Seth’s presence were everywhere—marked in destruction, in suffering, in the scars left behind by his rage.
But there was something else.
Something older.
Something rotting beneath the surface of his existence.
And as they searched, as they dug through his past, they found it.
They found the truth.
And it made them wish they hadn’t.
?? SYSTEM RECORD FOUND – PLAYBACK BEGINNING.
? Subject: Seth Valerian (Ch 1 ) ? Status: Captured, Tortured, Force-Fed His Own Mother’s Flesh. ? Outcome: Mental Collapse. Awakening of Vorrath, the Dread Beast.
The silver-haired warrior’s hands shook violently as the records unfolded before them.
His breathing grew ragged.
The crimson-haired woman covered her mouth, gagging, eyes widening in sheer horror.
The others were deathly silent.
And then—
The screams began.
Not their own.
His.
?? AUDIO RECORD – FINAL MOMENTS OF SETH VALERIAN
"Please… just let her go."
"She’s done nothing wrong."
"She’s just a sick woman… she’s just—"
CRACK.
The sound of flesh splitting, bones fracturing.
A woman’s pained sobs.
"Seth…"
A frail, trembling voice.
"Don’t look…"
A sharp, mocking laugh.
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"Oh, but he must. He must see every piece of her break."
The recordings continued, more and more grotesque.
"Eat."
The word was final. Commanding.
"If you want her pain to stop, you will eat."
The crimson-haired woman couldn’t hold back anymore—she vomited onto the floor.
The others staggered back, as if the very air had become poisonous.
But the record continued.
"Please—"
A sharp, wet sound.
A gurgling noise.
"She can’t answer you anymore."
"Now, eat."
And then—
"NOOOOOOOOOOOO—"
The recording cut off.
And silence followed.
A suffocating, unbearable silence.
?? SYSTEM NOTICE: ? OBSESSION LEVELS HAVE REACHED A CRITICAL THRESHOLD. ? EXTREME EMOTIONAL DESTABILIZATION DETECTED.
The silver-haired warrior’s knees gave out.
He collapsed onto the ground, his body trembling violently.
"They did this to him?"
His voice was barely above a whisper.
"They—"
He couldn’t finish.
Because the rage in his chest was suffocating him.
The crimson-haired woman was hyperventilating, gripping her head as if trying to physically erase what she had just heard.
"No. No, no, NO—"
She let out a raw scream, slamming her fists against the ruined ground until her knuckles bled.
"THOSE BASTARDS."
Her breath shuddered.
Her eyes were wet with fury.
"I’ll kill them. I’LL KILL EVERY LAST ONE OF THEM."
Her hands clawed at the dirt, as if digging her fingers into the earth itself would somehow bring her closer to revenge.
"He didn’t fall. He didn’t turn evil."
Her voice broke completely.
"He was destroyed."
"And no one was there to save him."
A long silence followed.
And then—
"No…"
A new voice.
A cold, familiar voice.
?? SYSTEM NOTICE: ? DIVINE PRESENCE DETECTED. ? THE STAR OF DEVOTION ARRIVES.
Chains of golden light burst into existence, cutting through the sky.
The past-life comrades immediately turned, hands going to their weapons—
But then they froze.
Because they knew who it was.
Standing before them was the one who had lost the most.
The goddess who had once been kind, once been devoted.
"You finally understand now, don’t you?"
Nyxara’s crimson eyes gleamed with something unreadable—anger, sorrow, satisfaction.
"You finally see what the world did to him."
She stepped forward, her divine presence crushing, suffocating.
"I was too late."
Her voice was quiet, yet absolute.
"And so were you."
The crimson-haired woman staggered forward, eyes burning.
"You knew."
Nyxara’s expression did not change.
"I knew."
Her gaze lowered slightly.
"And I failed him."
Her hands clenched.
"But you still have a chance."
The past-life comrades stared at her, unblinking.
Nyxara’s smile was both sorrowful and eerily pleased.
"If you wish to bring him back…
"Then you must be ready to destroy those who took him away."
?? SYSTEM NOTICE: ? A VOW OF VENGEANCE IS BORN. ? THE PAST WILL NOT REST. ? THE HUNT FOR THE TRUE ENEMIES BEGINS.
End of Chapter 11: The Truth That Breaks
?? Author's Note: This is a work of fiction. All characters, events, and settings are purely imaginary. This novel contains dark themes meant to enhance the story and character development. Reader discretion is advised.
