Helmut: The Forsaken Child - H.F.C Chapter 435 (Part 1):

It was all darkness. He stood in a high place. Perhaps a dizzyingly steep cliff.

Helmut, standing there, witnessed a scene unfolding below.

From the depths, from the pit of the abyss, a writhing darkness stretched forth, swelling toward the world.

A destructive darkness that turned life into death. Helmut could vividly feel the savage, ferocious intent it carried.

Destruction. It would annihilate life and cover the earth in darkness. None who opposed its power would survive.

The only ones to live would be those who bore demonic energy.

Suddenly, Helmut glimpsed something gleaming within the abyss.

It glowed with a red radiance… eyes?

Those red eyes, as if drawn from the heart’s blood of the living, stared at Helmut.

An impassive yet persistent gaze, as if measuring what Helmut was.

He thought he heard a whisper from those red eyes.

‘You are darkness. Or…?’

*Thump. Thump. Thump.*

Helmut frowned at the stirring within him. Beneath the sturdy seal, The Seed of Darkness writhed. As if responding to those red eyes.

‘Stop it.’

Helmut placed a hand near his heart.

Never again would he lose himself or be controlled. Not even if this seal ceased to exist.

Perhaps because his will was unshakable, the red eye gradually faded back into the abyss.

Helmut suddenly recalled where he had seen them before.

The Eye of Lumen.

The moment he tried to cross the sacred barrier, those eyes had gazed at him from the heavens.

Though their powers were entirely different, the way they looked at him was eerily similar—as if observing and judging what kind of existence he was.

One thing was clear: neither placed Helmut within their bounds. To them, Helmut was, like his Vis, a gray existence.

Helmut focused on the scene unfolding before him.

From above, a single slender beam of light pierced through the abyss.

It was beautiful but not gentle.

The light resembled a spear of the sun, thrusting toward the abyss.

Yet the abyss did not yield easily.

Light and darkness, a fierce clash.

Watching it, Helmut realized. This was a dream. Yet it felt unnervingly real.

A chilling sensation, as if the darkness were binding his limbs. An intangible foreboding that could not be cut with a sword.

If this was a dream, why was he dreaming it?

The moment he questioned it, his consciousness surged to the surface.

As if forcibly shaken awake, Helmut’s eyes snapped open with a jolt.

The same ceiling he had seen before falling asleep. The world outside the dream was silent.

Helmut lay still, staring at the ceiling, recalling the scene he had witnessed in his dream.

[What’s wrong?]

Elaga slunk closer, tapping Helmut’s nose with a paw.

The fur tickled his nose, and Helmut sneezed involuntarily. *Achoo!*

“…I had a strange dream.”

[Was it a naughty dream? I should tell Alea.]

Helmut reached out and grabbed Elaga tightly.

Elaga yowled, thrashing about.

[What are you doing, you brute!]

Helmut gritted his teeth and said, “…It wasn’t, so stop saying things like that.”

[Why not? You’re a grown male. It’s natural. No need to hide it. It’s only right to let your female know you’re in heat—]

“It wasn’t!”

Helmut shouted, flinging Elaga away.

Elaga was, as always, the only one who could raise his voice.

To an onlooker, it might seem like animal cruelty, but Elaga nimbly twisted in midair, landing on all fours.

[Still playing coy? When will you two stop with the childish games?]

Elaga’s narrowed eyes somehow looked sly. For a cat, its expression was oddly human.

Helmut glared at him and threw out abruptly, “Elaga, you went to The Temple of Lumen yesterday, didn’t you?”

[Uh, huh?]

Caught off guard, Elaga flinched. The far-from-composed reaction confirmed Helmut’s suspicion.

“You really caused a scene there. The temple folks were scrambling to flee.”

Like someone who came to set another’s house on fire only to find their own ablaze. Elaga rolled his eyes.

[Huh? I don’t know what you’re talking about. I was napping.]

“You were with Alea. And yet you were napping?”

Helmut’s sharp retort made Elaga’s mouth clamp shut. Avoiding a losing conversation was the best move.

“I told you to stay—”

“I took him.”

The door opened, and Alea stepped in. It was the room of the heir to The Grand Duchy of Renosa, a man’s room no less.

Yet Alea entered without hesitation.

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