Lackey's Seducing Survival Odyssey

Chapter 915: For it is only through death that one may receive the gift of eternal life

[Authorʼs Note: Hey guys, Iʼm just trying something a little new here… and Iʼd really love your honest feedback on it. Seriously—was it confusing? Irritating? Weird? Or did it make sense? I just want to know the truth, no sugarcoating.

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YOURʼS POV (The Vision)

The night... darker than even the deepest black.

”Hufff... Hufff....”

Hot, ragged breaths burst out, heavy and desperate, as the vision stared down at trembling, blood-soaked hands... the skin pale, fingers twitching uncontrollably.

The veins bulged, pulsating wildly, as if something inside was fighting to escape.

No—no, it wasnʼt just the veins... the hands themselves were spasming, jerking on their own, completely out of control.

No matter how hard it tried... it didnʼt stop... it couldnʼt stop!!

”Huff... Huff....”

The vision slowly lifted from the convulsing hands and looked up—what lay before it was a crimson nightmare.

A massacre.

Torn and mangled Monster bodies lay scattered like broken dolls across the blood-drenched path.

It wasnʼt a road anymore... it was a trail carved through death. Every single step forward had been soaked in red.

A suffocating scent of blood filled the air, thick and metallic... sharp enough to claw into the lungs.

The air was heavy, stained.

The smell penetrated deep into the nose, into the mind... violating every nerve. The hands trembled harder, shaking uncontrollably... as if the body remembered the horror, the destruction... and refused to forget.

As if... as if...

”Awwww!!”

Suddenly, the vision turned sharply at the sound—a broken cry echoed from the side. Trembling, gasping. And there... there they were.

Survivors... People. Children. Huddled together, broken and bruised, bleeding and terrified.

Somehow still alive.

Alive... but their faces... their faces were twisted in pure fear. Eyes wide, skin pale, lips quivering. Their bodies shook as if the cold of death had already touched them.

They were staring... but not at the carnage. They were looking at the vision.

”N-No...”

A choked whisper escaped from the vision. The bloodied hand raised slightly toward them, and instantly, they recoiled—flinching in terror, as if expecting another blow.

The hand... trembled.

It trembled violently, blood dripping from the fingertips... thick, dark, and warm. The visionʼs breathing grew heavier.

The vision dropped to its knees, slowly... shoulders slumping... and then, its gaze turned glassy.

Drip...

Tears welled and spilled from the blurred eyes.

But then—

TRRRRRRRRR!!!!!

A violent vibration tore through the Empire, shaking the ground... The sound echoed from the direction of the Main Temple.

The vision turned toward the sky, where a sudden blinding light erupted—piercing through the clouds—while the ground itself began to quake beneath its feet.

TRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!

Something was activating.

Something ancient.

Something unstoppable.

The air crackled with energy.

The vision flickered for a moment—its form wavering—before darkness swallowed it whole.

A blackout.

And then—

The Main Temple.

No... a shattered shell of what once was the Main Temple.

Everything was broken. The towering walls lay in ruins, the majestic doors splintered and torn from their hinges... The divine air that once protected it—gone.

In its place... silence.

A strange, low rotating sound echoed from within. The vision approached, step by step... heavy... hesitant.

And then—death.

Death...

That was the only thing left.

The entire Temple was soaked in it. Every corridor. Every hall. Nothing but corpses.

Apostle.. High Priests... Guardians.... Every single one of them... slain.

Their robes torn, their faces frozen in agony.

”S-Saintess...?... H...” the vision whispered... turning slowly... to her.

She stood still.

No, not stood. She wasnʼt standing.

She wasnʼt moving at all.

She was dead.

Eyes open... but lifeless. Blood on her lips. Her body slumped forward like a puppet with its strings cut.

”O.. Oh... my go--”

But the breath hitched, frozen mid-word, as something else caught... gaze.

”S-Sera...He”

A trembling voice choked out the name.

There—on the ground—lay the Archpriestess.

Her body lay motionless, twisted unnaturally.