Charmed [✔]

26.2 ▌The Creation of Kalins

ARICSON SWIVELED to see the unexpected guest. A man appeared wearing the traditional clothing of Nerov.

The black and gold cloth draped his body in a loose manner. Compared to the conservative attires of Humana, the demons wore more casual clothes with both sides overlapping in the chest and wide sleeves. The whole outfit was tied together by a band of silk dyed in a monotonous color.

His wooden slippers clicked on the pavements as he drew nearer. Flaxen strands swayed on his shoulders while he walked with an untouchable gait.

"What are you doing in my territory, Regis?" his grandmother questioned with hands across her chest.

'Regis...' The title of the demon king who was rarely seen — a creature more enigmatic than the Overseers.

The more Arcison observed the man, the more puzzled he became. There were no horns or tails. Neither the black pupils nor black hair. How could the sole ruler of Nerov lack the origin marks of a demon?

Even his name was something no one ever knew or perhaps no one lived to tell the tale. There were always rumors flying about the Regis' appearance but nothing came close to the real thing.

"Don't you have a continent to look after?" the Prima rebuked, hinting an annoyance in her voice.

"Well... if you don't mind the Abyss Faction to begin the prophecy, I wouldn't waste my time talking here," the Regis retorted with a very unflappable tone.

"Talking riddles again, aren't we? Get straight to the point, Regis."

"Of course, it'll be no fun to hand everything out, right? But..." The Regis gave his grandmother an eye from head to toe. "Centuries after centuries and you're getting bolder, Rosa."

Indeed, it was only the Regis who would dare call the Prima with her given name. Nevertheless, it was understandable when both of them had been the ruler of their races ever since their continents were established.

"Now look." The Regis pointed his finger to the pond. Ripples emerged until a moving image appeared.

A great fire burned building after buildings. Ravids engulfed numerous people with no differentiation. Women, men, children, and elders. No one was spared by the tentacles that usurped all living beings.

It swallowed everything it touched except for the black-robed men beside it. It was probably the minions of the Abyss Faction. Those men cast a spell, making Aricson look closer to inspect. But his eyes were not playing with him. One of them turned into a wolf and invoked a spell.

The Abyss Faction had always been known to be comprised of creatures tainted by Chaos. Ravids, the monstrous shadow made from the malice of the world. For shifters, they had Rendalls while they were called Valkries if they were fairies. Humans also had Kehrs and the demons referred to their races who suffer from Chaos' depravity, Ebon.

Despite that, no one ever heard of a shifter who could cast spells yet the scene in front of him proved otherwise. There were rare shifters who were able to wield elements but casting a magic circle was the human race's empyrean blessing. It was the unique gift bestowed by each Origin Gods to their races.

This sense of impossibility reminded him of the mundanes that had no elemental flow but were able to wield magic.

"As you can see, the Abyss Faction had peaked its achievement yet again," the Regis stated. "They are Kalins, creatures experimented on and born from a Ravid."

"Born from Ravids? How can those monstrous beings even reproduce?" his grandmother questioned as she pulled a face.

"It's not a question about that but a question on how limitless are the dedication and loyalty of the Abyss Faction towards their god. You all know humans are the best breeders among races but the Abyss Faction had found another way to confirm this. They used Ravids in their experiments which resulted in all of these."