22Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvngiOVUqyOGod... what is this?" Darshan whispered, shielding his eyes. "It’s a perfect circle... it’s blindingly bright!"
Chandu squinted against the radiance. "The light... it’s overwhelming!"
Ferran stood before the glow, his voice heavy with reverence. "This is the Heart of the Ovul Dimension. This is The Nobel."
They stared at him in stunned silence, unable to even blink.
Is this what Piecus was trying to explain to us? Darshan wondered.
Chandu’s mind raced back to his earlier conversation with Piecus: "The Nobel is a vital organ for a dimension. Just as your body relies on specific organs to survive, a dimension relies on its Nobel. Liyas told me that it exists in every single dimension..."
Recalling those words, Chandu shivered. "This... this feels impossible to believe," he muttered.
Ferran turned toward them, his silhouette sharp against the emerald fire. "I will not waste time with idle talk. I will tell you exactly why you are here. King Demansion sent us here from the world of Pigyonia with one mission: find this Nobel. He stripped us of our true forms, twisted our bodies into those of swine, and cast us into this void. After years of agonizing searching, we finally found it."
Ferran’s voice grew cold. "But if I hand this over to him, this entire dimension will fall under his absolute control. I will not allow that to happen."
He stepped toward Chandu, his gaze piercing. "Since you are his Vessel... you must be the one. You must consume the power of the Nobel."
Darshan’s jaw dropped in shock. Chandu stumbled back, his face pale with terror. "What?! No... no! I can't!"
Ferran saw the fear in the boy's eyes and softened his tone, though the gravity remained. "Listen to me. There is no need to fear. This is a matter of life and death—not just for you, but for every living soul across every dimension. If you obtain the power of the Nobel, you can defeat Demansion. You can save your world, and every world beyond it. Do not let fear blind you."
Chandu stood still, his head bowed, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
Darshan took a deep breath, stepping beside his friend. He placed a steadying hand on Chandu’s shoulder. "He’s right, Macha," Darshan said softly. "Mr. Ferran is right. You have to do this. Consume the power."
Chandu stood for a long moment in the green silence. Slowly, he looked up, his resolve finally hardening.
"Fine," he whispered. "I'll do it."
A small, grim smile flickered on Ferran’s face—a rare moment of approval.
Chandu turned toward the Nobel. As he walked toward the emerald sphere, the eyes of Darshan and Ferran were glued to his back. Every step felt like a march toward a new destiny.
Meanwhile, back with the main group, the air suddenly splintered. A harsh, guttural roar—the same terrifying sound from before—erupted from far beyond the mansion walls. Everyone froze.
"He’s close," Sarunya whispered, her voice trembling. "Demansion is coming for us!"
Piecus gritted his teeth, his hand flying to his hilt. Viyog turned to the group. "Don't let the people panic! Keep them calm!" The others nodded and rushed to stabilize the crowd, but the dread was already spreading like a virus.
Back in the chamber, Chandu’s hands reached out. The moment his fingers brushed the surface of the Ovul Nobel, the sphere reacted violently. It surged forward, its light engulfing him, swallowing his silhouette whole. A blinding, neon green energy wrapped around his limbs, and his entire body began to convulse with a terrifying vibration.
Piecus sprinted into the chamber. "Father! Father!"
Ferran turned slowly, his eyes still fixed on the transformation.
"Father, what have you done?" Piecus gasped, his voice full of doubt. "Will this... will this actually work? What if he turns on us?"
"It is impossible," Ferran replied coldly. "Chandu is the Vessel, but he and Demansion are currently separate entities in different bodies. There is no risk of betrayal."
"Then we have another problem," Piecus countered. "The roar... it’s coming from just outside the mansion gates. He is here."
Ferran turned to Darshan. "Stay here. Do not leave his side until he has finished consuming the Nobel's power."
"Understood," Darshan nodded, though his heart was hammering against his ribs.
Ferran and Piecus vanished into the tunnels to face the coming storm. Darshan stood alone, watching his best friend be torn apart and rebuilt by raw energy. Fear began to claw at his throat. Please... let him be okay, he prayed.
Then, the transformation changed.
The green light began to fade, replaced by something grotesque. Thick, black veins began to spider-web across Chandu’s hands and up his neck. To Darshan, it looked as if his friend's internal nerves were being charred from the inside out.
"Oh god... no! Chandu!!"
Darshan lunged forward as the light died. Chandu collapsed. His body hit the stone floor with a sickening thud—his skin looked scorched, blackened as if he had survived a massive electrical fire.
"Chandu!" Darshan screamed, sliding across the floor to catch him. He pulled the limp body into his arms. "Chandu, wake up! Look at me! CHANDU!"
There was no response. No breath. No movement.
Darshan’s voice broke. A cold, soul-crushing shiver ran through his spirit—a feeling far heavier than the gravity of the mansion. Tears began to spill, blurring his vision as the silence of the chamber felt like a tomb.
"CHANDU!!" he shrieked, his voice echoing through the hollow depths of the Stone Mansion.
"Hide everyone where they cannot be seen!" Ferran commanded, his voice tight with urgency. "If we remain in the shadows, he may not sense us. But whatever you do—stay out of his line of sight!"
He turned to Piecus, his eyes narrowing. "The Goblins will be the first to breach. Stay sharp. They are his hounds." Piecus nodded, gripping his blade as his breath steadied.
Outside, the ground groaned under the weight of Flame. King Demansion sat atop the beast, a silhouette of pure dread against the grey sky. Behind them, a skittering, screeching army of Goblins followed, their twisted forms hungry for blood.
"Lord Demansion," Flame hissed, its voice like cracking stone. "This place... it reeks of suspicion."
"Mmm," was all the King replied, his cold eyes fixed on the Stone Mansion.
Inside, Viyog, Sarunya, and the rest of the survivors scrambled into the deepest, most secure recesses of the mansion. They held their breath, the silence of their hiding spot only amplifying the distant, rhythmic thumping of the monster outside.
Ferran and Piecus pressed themselves against the cold stone walls of the entrance hall, waiting. The air grew foul. Then, they heard it—the scratching of claws on stone. The Goblins had entered.
As the pack swarmed deeper into the halls, Ferran gave the signal. The ambush was lethal. Ferran and Piecus erupted from the shadows like twin whirlwinds of steel. Blades flashed in the dim light as they cut through the front line of Goblins. But for every one they felled, three more seemed to crawl out of the cracks in the walls. They didn't stop; they fought with the desperation of men who knew there was no retreat.
Outside, the King watched. He noticed his Goblins—who had been scouring the surrounding wasteland—suddenly funneling into the mansion like ants to sugar.
A cold, cruel smile spread across Demansion’s face. He drew in a breath, and when he spoke, his voice was a deep, thunderous boom that shook the very foundations of the mountain.
"Reze Warrior Ferran... come out this instant!"
Inside, Ferran and Piecus froze. The sound of his voice felt like a physical blow.
"How?" Piecus thought, his blood turning to ice."How did he know we were here?"
Ferran closed his eyes for a brief second, then sprinted. He leapt onto the high balcony of the stone mansion, looking out over the desolate landscape. There, hovering in the grey sky, was the massive beast Flame, its wings beating with a rhythmic thunder. And atop it sat King Demansion.
"It has been a long time, Reze Warrior," Demansion remarked, his voice smooth and dangerous.
Ferran gave a cold, arrogant smirk. "Indeed, Demansion. It has been far too long."
"Ho... such a change in your tone," the King chuckled. "How should I interpret this? Perhaps the Reze Warrior has finally decided to join me in my quest to unite the dimensions?"
Ferran laughed, a harsh, mocking sound. "Don’t even dream of it, Demansion!"
"I thought as much," the King replied, his eyes narrowing. "Then let us get to the point. Did you find the Nobel?"
"No," Ferran lied effortlessly. "And even if I had, did you truly think I would hand it to you? How delusional are you?"
Demansion’s aura darkened. "Remember this, Ferran—your home world is in the palm of my hand. You are nothing before me."
As the threat hung in the air, Darshan came sprinting onto the balcony. He skidded to a halt, his teeth clenched as he looked up at the terrifying figure on the beast. "Is that... him? Is that Demansion?" he hissed.
The moment the King’s eyes fell upon Darshan, his speech cut off. He went deathly silent.
Ferran noticed the sudden shift in the King's demeanor. "Why have you stopped talking, Demansion?"
The King, previously composed and grand, now spoke in a voice that was pure, frozen ice. "Hand over that Nobel immediately. Or else—"
Demansion didn't wait for an answer. He leapt from the back of Flame. He hit the ground with the force of a falling star, the surface of the mansion's courtyard shattering and splintering under his feet. Shockwaves of lava-colored energy rippled out from the impact zone.
Demansion lifted his head, his gaze lethal. "There is no escape for you, Ferran!"
Suddenly, a massive Green Ring erupted in the sky directly above the mansion. It pulsed with a brilliant, blinding light, accompanied by a heavy, metallic humming sound that vibrated through everyone's bones.
Demansion looked up, his voice barely a whisper. "Ah...?"
At that exact moment, a beam of emerald light descended from the ring, striking Ferran and Piecus. Their twisted, swine-like features began to melt away, reshaped by the Nobel’s energy until they stood in their true phsical human like forms. Darshan gasped, his eyes wide with shock.
From the shadows of the balcony, a figure emerged.
"That is enough of your arrogant talk," a deep, echoing voice boomed—a voice like polished bronze.
As the figure walked forward, the Green Ring in the sky moved with him, tracking his every step like a celestial halo.
Ferran and Piecus turned, their eyes widening in disbelief at the presence behind them.
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