A Background Character’s Path to Power Chapter 450: Let’s Go Home

Cathiel beamed with a gentle sweetness under her mother’s caress. Her small fingers stretched upward, clutching Caelia’s ghostly pale digits with unexpected heat. The fresh family lingered in the serene, close-knit vibe of the chamber.

Amaniel observed the exchange with a warm, enduring grin, a deep tranquility washing over him. They immersed fully in the soft glow of their fresh connection.

Yet, beyond the Spire, the outer world plotted differently. Before Cathiel’s little hands could drop, a booming thunderclap shattered the sky and shredded the delicate hush.

A profound, savage rumble reverberated through the nearby Nightmare Realm.

The dimensional essence quaked beneath the sound’s immense force.

Void energy around the Black Spire started seething and swirling fiercely.

The sky near the massive tower ripped open.

Sharp tears gaped in the shadowy sky. One by one, grand silhouettes emerged from the spatial wounds. They floated threateningly amid the chaotic winds over the Spire.

Their stares bored through the fortified bedroom walls. They fixed on the trio within, their united attention zeroing in on the infant cradled in Amaniel’s hold.

These beings mirrored Caelia strikingly, sharing her otherworldly, horrifying ‘beauty’. Yet, eerie distinctions marked them from the Mistress. Their eyes formed complete black abysses without a trace of light. A bizarre, luminous mark throbbed steadily on each forehead. They donned odd, billowing dark robes that appeared spun from the starry night.

An regal, crushingly potent aura emanated from their every part.

They loomed like timeless rulers delivering verdict upon the lands beneath.

Their merged auras bore down heavily on the Spire. The intense thickness of their essence made the bedroom air thicken and turn icy chill.

Caelia’s face changed in an instant.

The soft, exposed mother disappeared in a blink. The fearsome Mistress of the Black Spire reemerged, her red eyes slitting dangerously as a world-ending aura burst from her to guard Amaniel and Cathiel against the smothering force.

Amaniel swallowed hard inside. A lone drop of icy sweat trailed his back. He reflexively hugged the little one tighter in his arms. The vast peril outside snapped it all into focus. He grasped at last the deep anguish behind Caelia’s prior plea. This explained her fierce anxiety and fear right before the hatching.

Still, given the realm-shaking void pillar and the doomsday bellow heralding Cathiel’s arrival, it made perfect sense that such a spectacle drew massive notice. An event that epic acted like a glaring stellar signal across the whole domain.

He drew in a long, steady breath. He shoved his surging fear down into his thoughts and hid his face. Compelling a facade of utter composure and detachment, he lifted his chin and stared boldly at the grand beings above. All his senses sharpened to max. He readied quietly to max out his Absolute Synthesis Well and unleash his full skill set the instant things went south.

But the arrivals stayed put, defying his expectation of instant assault. The noble forms in the ragged rifts merely watched.

The heavy quiet shattered as soft, resonant voices drifted from the stormy heavens. They whispered to each other, their voices blending utter devotion with grave doubt.

"The ancient prophecy has actually come true..." one figure whispered, its void-black eyes glued to the infant.

"Our lord has returned to us," another intoned with intense passion.

"The True Nightmare Sovereign is born!"

"But look closely. Why are her eyes different?" a fourth being asked, doubt edging its voice. "One is slate gray, and the other is crimson. That is highly unnatural for our royal bloodline."

"Furthermore, she is a child," the first added, turning its shadowy void gaze to Caelia’s radiant, doomsday shield.

"Yes... that is incredibly troublesome..." another agreed.

"It seems her cursed existence has finally yielded something of value," a voice hissed, laced with hidden spite. "Perhaps the child should be removed from such a toxic environment before she is ruined."

"What about the human cradling her?" another voice demanded, its tone laced with sharp caution slicing the icy atmosphere. "Could he be her new mate?"

"But how is that possible?" remarked a majestic horned being, its jet-black eyes squinting as it mercilessly examined Amaniel. " died ages ago. How could another emerge now?"

Amaniel caught snippets of their whispered exchange. His forehead creased as he swiftly assembled the scattered clues. He grasped that Caelia shared a profound bond and history with these beings, including a former mate who had passed away. Yet, a heavy fog of deep bewilderment shrouded his thoughts on the true scale of this potential royal saga.

At that moment, a profound, spine-tingling feminine voice pierced the silence.

"Silence."

The floating figures clamped their jaws shut immediately. They dipped their heads in respect, eyes flicking to the spot where the figure had stood moments before.

The central figure had already slipped past Caelia’s apocalyptic barrier without hindrance. She lingered silently within the bedroom, only a few paces from the bed.

This stunning, pallid beauty mirrored Caelia’s likeness, exuding identical otherworldly elegance. However, her countenance was far more angular and emanated an timeless, supreme dominion.

The woman first fixed her icy stare on Amaniel. A brutal, overt flicker of murderous intent sparked in her obsidian eyes, unleashing another torrent of shivers along his back.

She then pivoted to face Caelia. Her face morphed into a veil of utter detachment and deep dismay. With a derisive snort, she looked away.

Lastly, her shadowy gaze settled on Cathiel. The dread aura enveloping the woman dissolved entirely. A true, tender, affectionate grin bloomed over her perfect visage.

"Hello, little one," she murmured gently, her tone infused with inconceivable tenderness. "I am your grandmother."

"I have come to take you back home."