Exiled Prince: I'm the Unexpected Extra in the Novel

Chapter 188: The Crimson Night [16]

The War for The North [75]

Chapter 188: The Crimson Night [16]

Under Cassian’s relentless, savage, and chaotic assault, Solariel was forced to push his divine limits just to avoid being crushed.

As Cassian’s claws scraped against the archangel’s armor, an explosion of sacred mana suddenly erupted from Solariel’s body, shining with a brilliance that could rival the sun itself.

The massive wave of energy violently blasted everything nearby, the rubble, the air, and Cassian, sending them flying backward.

When a distance of several dozen meters finally opened between them, Solariel remained suspended in the air. On his flawless face was a look of pure, deep disgust, as if he were staring at an insect.

"I have heard many things about you, Prince of Nothingness," the archangel’s voice echoed, each word dripping with venom.

"But now I can see with my own eyes that everything I heard falls completely short of describing just how disgusting and perverse you truly are."

Solariel slowly lowered his spear.

"Tell me... what exactly are you? Or rather, do you even know what you are?"

Instead of answering, Cassian lunged forward again, gliding like black lightning, ready to strike.

Solariel did not even pause his speech. With a simple, straight motion, he thrust his spear forward.

A massive torrent of concentrated light burst from its tip, instantly erasing everything in its path, Cassian and the kilometers of ruins behind him in a single second.

When the light faded, Cassian reappeared moments later atop a surviving pile of debris, faint smoke rising from his body. His empty gaze was locked directly onto the archangel’s spear.

Solariel let out a light cough and adjusted his armor.

"As I was saying... if you ask me, you do not even know what you are. You do not even possess a true consciousness. This so called sense of self you cling to is nothing more than accumulated chaos and the meaningless remnants of dead souls."

He smiled faintly.

"And yet, despite that, your desire to fight is almost admirable. You are like something that both exists and does not exist at the same time. A perfect contradiction."

Cassian ignored the nonsense and attacked again at the speed of light.

But Solariel avoided every strike, every chaos blast, moving as if he were dancing, effortless and calm, continuing to speak in that same unsettling tone.

"Do you know something? You were never meant to exist. You were never created. And yet... here you are. A being beyond fate. Something that should not be."

Cassian found an opening in Solariel’s chest and thrust his claw forward, aiming straight for his heart.

Solariel caught his hand midair with ease, stopping it just centimeters away.

As Cassian struggled, Solariel drove the wings on his back forward like spears, piercing into Cassian’s chest. Then he grabbed Cassian’s face with his other hand and slammed him down from the sky with terrifying force.

The ground shattered.

By the time a massive crater formed, Solariel was already standing over him.

"Either your existence is nothing more than a universal accident..." Solariel said, reaching his hand toward Cassian’s shattered chest, toward the Dragon Heart leaking black blood.

Cassian grabbed the archangel’s wrist with his blood soaked hand, trying to push it back with all his strength.

"...or you are part of the fate that Lady Serena has altered."

Solariel’s aura suddenly crashed down on him with the weight of billions of tons.

Cassian’s resisting arm snapped.

Without hesitation, Solariel plunged his hand into his chest and grasped the beating black heart.

His aura tore Cassian apart faster than even his monstrous regeneration could keep up.

"In that case... I suppose this means I win."

Solariel tightened his grip around the heart.

In his free hand, a pure white dagger of light formed.

He intended to stab it through the heart and end him.

But he paused.

Thousands of years of wisdom told him it would be meaningless.

Even if he killed Cassian, this disgusting existence would find a way to return. And if pushed into a corner, it might lead to consequences even he could not predict.

Death was not an end for the Prince of Nothingness.

So he changed his approach.

The dagger vanished.

"Be a good child and sleep, Prince of Nothingness."

From Solariel’s palm, sacred chains glowing with golden ancient runes burst forth. They wrapped around Cassian’s Dragon Heart like serpents.

The chains sank into flesh, tightened around veins, and sealed the chaos mana at its very source.

The entire heart burned as if engulfed in flames.

It thrashed wildly in Solariel’s grasp, releasing a strange, distorted scream. But the sacred seal forced his very soul into slumber.

Within seconds, the heart stopped completely.

Cassian’s consciousness fell into absolute darkness.

After sealing him, Solariel straightened up and turned his gaze toward the shattered figure just outside the crater.

The sight was pitiful.

Fredrinn’s left arm was completely torn off from the elbow, blood pouring down. The right side of his face was unrecognizable, burned and cut, his eye shut.

His body was covered in fatal wounds.

He could barely stand, leaning on his massive, blood soaked sword just to keep himself upright, struggling to stay conscious.

Fredrinn took a step forward on trembling legs and nearly collapsed.

Solariel looked at him with a mix of disgust and pity.

"If I were you, I would give up, false god," Solariel said calmly.

"If you use your power any further, your fragile mortal body will collapse and tear itself apart. And even if you try... you can never reach me."

The archangel spread his golden wings and extended his hand toward Fredrinn.

"Our god Yavres is merciful and generous. If you abandon your pride and submit, he can make you a true god instead of a false one. You do not have to die here as a worthless mortal among ruins."

Fredrinn looked at the outstretched hand with his one remaining eye.

His bloodied lips slowly curled into a smile.

He raised his hand as if to accept it...

Then suddenly grabbed the hilt of his massive sword and swung it at Solariel’s neck with everything he had.

Solariel did not even move.

He simply leaned his head back slightly, as if avoiding something slow and insignificant.

The blade cut through empty air.

The archangel let out a tired sigh.

"What a waste..."

He raised his hand and swung it like a blade.

Just as it was about to slice through Fredrinn’s neck, a massive bolt of lightning crashed into him and dragged him out of the strike.

Even so, Solariel’s attack was so fast that it grazed the lightning itself, scattering drops of blood into the air.

When the lightning stopped a few meters away, Marquis Aldren stepped out of it.

Until now, he had remained mostly uninjured.

But in that moment, saving Fredrinn had left a massive, bone deep wound across his back, bleeding heavily.

Grimacing in pain, Aldren cauterized the wound with lightning flowing from his own fingers.

The smell of burnt flesh filled the air.

Solariel’s patience finally snapped.

The calm expression on his face vanished, replaced by absolute fury.

"What is wrong with you people?!" he roared.

"Can you not see the difference between us? Let me make it clear. I am far more powerful than any mystic beast. If I truly wished, I could have ended both of your lives with a single blink!"

At that moment, his aura was fully unleashed.

A divine pressure of unimaginable weight crashed down on them.

Aldren began to tremble violently under it. Standing was impossible. His knees buckled, and he barely held himself up with his spear.

"I will say this one last time, false god," Solariel said, fixing his gaze on Fredrinn.

"Kill your companion. Prove your loyalty. And live."

Aldren looked at Fredrinn in horror.

But Fredrinn slowly straightened up despite his torn body, his missing arm, his ruined face.

His jaw tightened.

And once again, he raised his massive sword toward the archangel.

Solariel’s eyes narrowed.

He tilted his head slightly.

"I see..." he whispered.

There was no swing of a blade.

No spell.

Only a silent, absolute beam of light descending from the sky.

When the light vanished, a deadly silence fell over the battlefield.

There was no scream.

No blood.

The two warriors who had stood side by side just moments ago...

Were gone.

The only thing left behind was a pitch black stone rolling across the ground

And beside it

A handful of ash.