NOVEL ONLINE FREE Chapter 258: Seekers
In another part of the Shadow Realm, Emily, Sophie, and Elira stood face to face with another of Mortis' Commanders.
This time, it was a woman with bright red hair and matching eyes. She was of average height, but her assets were anything but average—her body was curvy, striking, perfectly proportional in a way that made her presence almost too vivid to ignore.
She floated in the air, looking down at the three Mythic-rank beings standing in front of her. And yet, rather than fear, caution, or even hostility, there was something else that flickered in her gaze…
Curiosity.
"What is your Origin? What type of race are you?" the Commander, Lari, asked, her tone low but soaked in intrigue.
Before any of them could answer, she added, "If you tell me sincerely, I will let you all go without fighting. But only if the information is correct."
A thick black book appeared in her hand, its cover a strange mix of different races drawn in a style both harmonious and unsettlingly vivid. In her other hand, something that looked like a pen, though entirely formed from shadows, coalesced into being.
Then, a simple black chair manifested in the air beneath her. A floating table followed, adorned with food and pastries that steamed ever so slightly, their scent oddly calming.
She crossed her legs and looked at the trio again.
"Now you—!"
She paused, head tilting to the side as if she'd just remembered something important. Her eyes squinted, thoughtful, before a flicker of understanding passed through her face. A pair of gold-rimmed glasses materialized gently onto her nose, and she adjusted them with elegant ease before smiling warmly.
"Excuse me… now you may talk," Lari said, her left hand holding the shadow-pen like a professor ready for notes.
The scene stunned all of them. Whether it was Emily, Sophie, or Elira, none of them had expected this. They were prepared for a brutal, uncertain battle against one of Mortis' Commanders, a fight that would've likely cost them dearly, yet instead, they were met with someone clearly obsessed with races, genetics, and evolutionary history.
But soon, Elira and Emily both smiled.
Without needing a word, each conjured a chair of their own. For Elira, it looked like a wisp molded into the vague silhouette of a seat—something that seemed impossible to support any weight… but appearances lied, and Elira sat down on it easily, gracefully.
For Emily… well, her chair surprised even Lari.
Emily's affinity had always been lightning, much like her daughter's.
But if she wished to be the beginning of a new branch of Elysiari, she would need more than just that affinity—she would need something new. Either a whole new affinity or her affinity being altered.
And that's where Noah proved, once again, that he was far more than a simp back on Earth.
He told Emily about plasma. About lightning. About the fact that lightning was simply a visible manifestation of plasma, born from electrical discharges tearing through the atmosphere.
When he explained it, it was incomprehensible. None of them even knew where to begin.
But Noah, step by step, guided her—taught her the logic, the method, the madness needed to reach plasma.
Without a skill. Without a technique. Without a title.
Just her base lightning control—pushed to such a precise, overwhelming degree that she could burn the very air, causing molecular dissociation and plasma to form.
It was madness. A nearly impossible task.
And yet Emily had done it, after years of acharned effort, pain, and refusal to give up.
And now…
Emily, Elysiari of Plasma, sat calmly on a chair made of blue-white plasma, its light flickering with intense heat, its form dancing with instability, yet perfectly in control beneath her.
Only Sophie remained standing, which made three pairs of eyes shift toward her.
"Why are you not sitting?" Emily asked, a knowing smile curling on her lips.
"We are here to fight, not to talk around tea and pastries with an enemy," Sophie said coldly.
Elira shook her head softly. "Calm down, Sophie. We're all angry about what happened to Sari… but Noah is going to take care of it. And you know him…"
She smirked with a glint of nostalgia.
"It will extremely difficult even impossible to find anyone across the universe pettier and more vengeful than him."
"So calm your heart, and let's make a friend," Elira said, turning her eyes to Lari—who was not listening, too busy sketching each of them with frightening accuracy in her black book.
Clearly, her talent for art was nothing short of phenomenal.
'Are you not a ruler? An Empress? my daughter? Didn't you learn that making allies is one of the most important arts? Not everyone needs to be an enemy. And not every enemy must stay that way.'
'Some can become allies… if only you offer them something valuable. Something only you can give.'
Emily's voice echoed through Sophie's mind, a memory from a lesson painfully earned during her war against Rome—one that helped her turn even her enemies into trusted confidants.
It was easy.
Just give them something they want.
And they'll stay with you forever.
Sophie exhaled, reluctantly. Then, without another word, she created a chair of red lightning and sat.
It was a strange scene.
Beneath the heavy dark sky of the Shadow Realm—a sky that devoured light and seemed desperate to drown the entire world in endless black—three distinct women sat on chairs entirely their own, side by side, while facing a shadow with bright red hair and eyes who drew them in a massive black tome with a childlike joy in her face.
A weird sight indeed.
But… an interesting one, nonetheless.
And then…
"Tell me… what are you?" Lari asked again.
And this time… this time, the women answered.
"What are we, huh…?" Elira began, a sly smile tugging at her lips.
"Well, it's actually quite a simple question," Emily added, her blue-white plasma eyes glowing intensely, the very air around her beginning to heat.
Then, in perfect harmony, they spoke—
"We are the Vaelgrims."
"We are the Elysiari."
"We are the ones who walk toward perfection."
And at that moment, as if struck by a revelation not of this realm but one whispered by the cosmos itself—they spoke in a voice that wasn't just one, but all three:
"We are… The Seekers of Infinite Evolution."
The instant those words left their lips, the space around them trembled—not from power, but from conviction.
Because the words weren't said casually.
They were believed.
They were truth.
And so, the universe responded.
The Records responded.
And this time, their voices echoed in the minds of all Vaelgrims, in both Laeh and the Shadow Realm:
{Your family has received a title. A title others may now call you by. A title worthy of your name.}
{You, the Vaelgrims, are now… The Seekers of Infinite Evolution.}
A pause.
Then…
{We… we are amazed by you, O Seekers.}
—End of Chapter 258—