Chapter 68: Soul Clans Rise

Xavier launched forward, his Infernal Winged Blade glowing with a deadly mixture of fire and ice as he cut through the first two cultists before they even had a chance to react. Blood sprayed the stone floor as their bodies collapsed, but Xavier didn't stop.

The remaining warriors, all Mystic Rank 5 and 6, surrounded him in a tight formation. Their leader, the robed elder, sneered.

"You fool," the elder spat. "You have no idea what you've stumbled into."

Xavier's golden Dragon Eye flared, scanning the battlefield as he noted every movement, every shift in their stances. He wasn't going to waste time.

"You talk too much," Xavier said coldly before vanishing with Ethereal Draconic Step.

In a blur of speed, he reappeared behind the nearest cultist, his blade severing the man's head before his body even hit the floor.

The other warriors lunged at him, but Xavier saw their attacks before they even swung. He ducked, twisted, and countered with brutal efficiency, using their own momentum against them.

One cultist swung his curved blade, but Xavier sidestepped and drove his sword through the warrior's chest, twisting it before kicking the body aside.

Another cultist tried to strike from behind—Xavier didn't even turn, summoning a wall of infernal flames that burned the man alive.

The elder took a step back, his smirk slowly fading.

"Impossible… one man shouldn't be able to—"

"One man?" Xavier interrupted, his eyes glowing. "I am not just a man."

"I am Dragonborn."

The last two cultists hesitated for only a second—but that was all Xavier needed.

With Mirage Step, he appeared between them, slashing one across the throat while driving his other blade into the second cultist's spine.

As the last body hit the ground, the chamber fell deathly silent.

The elder, now alone, took a staggering step back. "What… what are you?"

Xavier didn't answer. He raised his hand, and a massive dragon-shaped wave of fire erupted from his palm, consuming the elder in an instant.

The robed man's screams echoed through the chamber before silence followed. The scent of charred flesh lingered in the air.

But Xavier didn't stop to admire his victory.

The cloaked figure was getting away.

Xavier activated his Dragon Eye, locking onto the faint aura trail left behind by the mysterious figure. He sprinted down the dark tunnels, his heartbeat pounding as he weaved through the underground labyrinth.

Who was that?

They had golden eyes—just like him.

Could they be another draconic descendant? And if so… why were they in a Crimson Cult hideout?

The air grew colder as he descended deeper underground, the stone walls narrowing into a tight corridor. The aura grew fainter, but Xavier pushed himself harder, refusing to let the figure escape.

Finally, the passage opened into a vast underground cavern.

A massive black lake stretched before him, its surface eerily still, reflecting the faint glow of torches embedded into the rocky walls. And standing at the very edge of the water was the cloaked figure.

Xavier slowed his steps, his breathing steady but sharp.

"Stop running," he called out, his voice echoing through the cavern.

The figure stiffened but didn't turn. Instead, they spoke, their voice smooth and hauntingly familiar.

"You shouldn't be here, Henry Soul."

Xavier froze.

Henry Soul.

Only a handful of people in existence knew his true name.

His Dragon Eye burned brighter, his fingers tightening around the hilt of his blade.

"Who are you?" he demanded.

The cloaked figure finally turned.

The hood fell away—revealing a woman with long, silver hair and piercing golden eyes.

Xavier's breath caught in his throat.

Because she didn't just resemble him.

She looked like a reflection of his mother.

"My name," she said, stepping toward him, "is Sabrina Soul."

"And I am your sister.."

Xavier's mind went blank. The echoes of battle, the scent of burnt flesh, the dark, oppressive cavern—all of it faded into the background.

His Dragon Eye locked onto the woman before him—Sabrina Soul.

His sister.

The same golden eyes, the same powerful aura running through her veins. The resemblance was unmistakable, and yet, he had never known of her existence.

Sabrina took another step forward, her silver hair flowing under the dim torchlight. "I've been looking for our mother, Cassandra Soul." Her voice was strong, unwavering. "She is the key to putting an end to the Crimson Cult once and for all."

Xavier's heart pounded. Their mother.

The name that had been whispered in ancient texts, feared by those who hunted draconic descendants. A woman powerful enough to make even the Crimson Cult tremble.

Xavier clenched his fists, his emotions a storm inside him. "If she's alive… why hasn't she come for us?"

Sabrina exhaled deeply, folding her arms. "Because she's been fighting alone, Xavier." Her expression darkened. "She's been in hiding for years, gathering what strength she has left while the cult continues to spread like a plague."

Xavier absorbed her words, his gaze never leaving hers.

"And what about you?" he asked, his voice softer but firm. "You've been chasing shadows, trying to find her. But what if I told you that you don't have to do this alone anymore?"

Sabrina's jaw tensed, but she said nothing.

Xavier took a step forward. "Come back with me, Sister. Join the Soul Clan, and we'll destroy the Crimson Cult together."

Sabrina hesitated. "I don't have time to cultivate, Xavier. I have to keep moving, keep hunting—"

"And how far has that gotten you?" Xavier cut in, his voice sharp. "You're strong, but you're doing what mother did—fighting alone, thinking no one else can help you. But look at me."

Sabrina's golden eyes searched his face as he continued.

"I have an army, a clan. We're growing stronger every day. And with you, we could be unstoppable."

Sabrina looked away, her hands tightening into fists.

"Sabrina," Xavier said, his voice now steady. "We are the last of the true Soul Clan bloodline. If we want to restore our family, to find mother, to end the Crimson Cult for good, we have to stand together."

Silence filled the cavern.

For the first time, Sabrina's shoulders relaxed. The fire of resistance in her eyes dimmed, replaced with something else.

Hope.

After what felt like an eternity, she exhaled and looked back at Xavier.

"Alright," she said, nodding. "I'll go with you."

A slow smile spread across Xavier's face.

"Then let's rebuild what was lost."

As the two last descendants of the Soul Clan stepped out of the dark cavern, side by side, the flames of their destiny burned brighter than ever.

Together, they would restore their family's legacy—and destroy the Crimson Cult once and for all.

Xavier and Sabrina soared through the sky atop a majestic phoenix, its crimson and gold feathers gleaming under the sunlight as it cut through the clouds. Below them stretched the lands of the newly established Soul Clan Kingdom, a place that had once been barren but now thrived with life and power.

The streets were freshly paved with smooth blackstone, engraved with ancient draconic runes that pulsed with faint energy, signifying the rich spiritual foundation of the kingdom. Buildings, both towering and elegant, were constructed from reinforced obsidian and enchanted marble, a perfect fusion of strength and beauty.

Massive banners bearing the Soul Clan's sigil—a golden dragon coiling around a silver phoenix—fluttered atop every structure, a symbol of the clan's rebirth.

Markets flourished with merchants selling spiritual weapons, rare herbs, and mystical scrolls. Warriors, both young and experienced, walked the streets, radiating strong auras as they trained openly in designated arenas. Lush gardens, imbued with elemental energy, decorated the pathways, blooming with flowers that glowed softly in the evening light.

At the kingdom's heart stood the Soul Clan's grand castle, an architectural masterpiece. The walls, made of enchanted black jade and silver steel, radiated an aura of unshakable power. At the highest peak, a glowing blue crystal pulsed steadily, connected to the kingdom's defensive formations.

As Xavier and Sabrina descended, landing just outside the castle gates, the doors swung open, revealing a welcoming sight—Jessica, Liana, Raiden, Valen, Tonya, and the rest of the core members of the Soul Clan stood waiting, their expressions filled with anticipation and curiosity.

Jessica was the first to step forward, her icy-blue eyes locking onto Sabrina's golden ones.

"Xavier, who is this?" she asked, sensing the familiar energy radiating from the silver-haired woman beside him.

Xavier placed a hand on Sabrina's shoulder, a rare smile gracing his lips.

"Everyone, this is Sabrina Soul—my sister."

Gasps filled the air as everyone processed the revelation.

Raiden's eyes widened. "You have a sister?!"

Liana crossed her arms, giving Xavier a knowing smirk. "You've been keeping secrets from us."

Felix, always the scholar, adjusted his glasses. "This explains a lot… Her energy is nearly identical to yours, Xavier."

Sabrina remained composed, scanning the group before nodding slightly. "It's true. Xavier and I are the last direct descendants of the Soul bloodline." Her voice was calm yet authoritative. "And from what I've seen, you all are the ones helping to rebuild what was lost."

Jessica stepped forward, meeting Sabrina's gaze with an appraising look before extending her hand. "If you're Xavier's sister, then that makes you family to all of us."

Sabrina hesitated for only a moment before shaking Jessica's hand, a rare smile tugging at her lips.

Xavier observed the interaction, a deep sense of fulfillment washing over him. The Soul Clan was no longer just an idea or a dream—it was real, thriving, and growing stronger every day.

As they all stepped inside the castle, Xavier knew this was only the beginning.

With his sister by his side and his clan standing strong, the time had come to take the fight to the Crimson Cult—once and for all.