Chapter 115: Pieces in Transition

Chapter 115: Pieces in Transition

The storm had passed. Training grounds lay quiet beneath the dying light of artificial stars in the Underworld sky, while the scent of scorched mana and sweat still lingered in the air.

Caelum stood at the edge of the field, breathing deeply, light flickering faintly from the lines along his arms. His control had grown exponentially—no longer a danger to himself, but still far from complete.

From behind him came quiet steps—not heavy, not rushed, but with a confidence that pulled attention like gravity.

Volundr approached, his cloak shifting with each motion. In his hand, always guarded, was the Velvet Box.

He had never let it leave his side.

Small enough to carry in one hand, yet impossibly dense with meaning, the Velvet Box was not just a container—it was a seal of fate.

Its exterior was smooth and black, the metal warm to the touch and veined with silver glyphs that shimmered as if alive. Many had mistaken it for a tool of war. Few realized it was a declaration of trust.

"Walk with me," Volundr said.

Caelum followed, heart hammering softly beneath his ribs. The pair walked to a high ridge overlooking the training grounds—a place where air currents carried stillness and no eyes intruded.

Volundr knelt, placing the Velvet Box on a stone altar he had shaped with his own magic. With a press of his hand, the box clicked open.

Inside lay the mutated Evil Pieces,

Volundr took out three Pawn pieces, each slightly translucent, humming with layered enchantments. They responded instantly to Caelum's presence, rising slightly into the air, like drawn to the spark of his soul.

A small, solemn nod passed between them. . The Pawn pieces pulsed and floated to Caelum, orbiting him slowly.

"I order, in my name Voundr Agares. You, Caelum. I, resurrect you back to this soil as my servant, and have you reborn as a Devil. You, my [Pawn], be delighted with your new life!"

The moment Caelum accepted them, the pieces surged forward—dissolving into his chest like divine embers drawn to a forge.

Aetherion Construct flared brilliantly, lines of sacred code streaking across Caelum's body before fading into his soul. For a second, the world held its breath.

Then the energy stabilized.

The newly bound aura pulsed with synchronized purpose—Caelum's power now interwoven with Volundr's peerage bond, yet retaining its autonomy. Below their feet, a Peerage Crest took shape—Volundr's personal sigil at the center, the Pawn slot igniting with Caelum's mark: a six-winged, radiant construct surrounding a spiral sun.

Then crest of Agare house appear in Caelum left arm .

Caelum smirked, eyes burning with tempered light. "Then let's start making history."

Volundr closed the Velvet Box and secured it once again beneath his cloak. It had been waiting for this moment. One piece had been placed, the first of many—but this one mattered more than most.

The game wasn't just beginning. It had finally, truly, moved forward.

Volundr stands atop a terrace overlooking his domain. He silently reflects on how far he's come to a rising force in the Underworld.

End Of Arc II: The Rise of Evil Pieces