Ancestral Lineage-Chapter 211: A Behemoth of Frost and Darkness.

A fissure split the icy landscape apart, jagged cracks racing outward as something massive began to rise from the depths of the frozen abyss. The yeti, embedded in the crumbling mountainside, twitched weakly, barely conscious after Ethan’s devastating blow. But even in its battered state, it turned its glowing blue eyes toward the rift with something resembling fear.

The rumbling grew louder.

Then, with a force that sent a shockwave rippling through the mountain range, a colossal claw—black as midnight, wreathed in frost and jagged ice—emerged from the depths.

Ethan took a step back, watching with open intrigue. "Well, well… what do we have here?"

The claw flexed, its razor-sharp talons carving deep scars into the ice as it hoisted something upward. The ground trembled violently, forcing even the unconscious yeti to slip further down the ruined mountainside.

Then, rising from the abyss, a monstrous figure took shape.

A behemoth of frost and darkness.

It stood at least a hundred feet tall, its body wrapped in blackened ice that pulsed with an eerie blue glow. Its face was obscured by a jagged, bone-like mask, with deep-set eyes that radiated a cold so intense that even the air itself seemed to freeze in its gaze. Towering spines jutted from its back like a frozen crown, and the mist around it thickened with every breath it exhaled.

Ethan let out a low whistle. "Didn’t expect a second act."

The behemoth turned its piercing gaze onto him, its deep voice resonating through the mountains like an avalanche.

"You… You are not of this land."

Ethan grinned. "What gave it away? The good looks?"

The behemoth’s eyes burned brighter, ancient and calculating. "You mock me, outsider… but your strength is undeniable. I can smell it on you—power beyond this realm’s limits."

Ethan cracked his knuckles, his body still radiating heat from his earlier burst of energy. "You’re not wrong." He tilted his head. "So, what are you? The yeti’s big brother? Some ancient guardian pissed off that I broke your ice?"

The behemoth growled, the ice beneath Ethan’s feet thickening unnaturally, trying to freeze him in place.

"I am Kaldaroth, the Abyssal Warden of the Frostbound Depths. For millennia, I have slumbered beneath these peaks, awaiting the call to rise again. And now… you have awoken me."

Ethan exhaled, watching his breath crystallize in the freezing air. "Yeah, I have that effect on things." He took a slow step forward, his grin widening. "So what now, big guy? You here to throw a tantrum, or are we actually gonna fight?"

Kaldaroth raised his massive claw, the air itself groaning as a wall of frozen energy coalesced around it. "You amuse me, mortal. But you will soon learn… the cold does not forgive."

With a single motion, Kaldaroth swung his claw downward.

The very sky seemed to collapse as an overwhelming wave of frozen power surged toward Ethan, consuming everything in its path. The sheer force behind the attack was enough to send icebergs the size of fortresses shattering into dust.

Ethan smirked. "Alright, let’s see what you’ve got."

Then, as the avalanche of destruction roared toward him, he moved.

In a blur of golden energy, Ethan vanished.

Kaldaroth’s attack obliterated the mountainside, turning what had once been an endless expanse of ice into a vast crater of shattered frost. The storm that followed was enough to black out the sun, plunging the battlefield into an eerie twilight.

For a moment, there was only silence.

Then—

BOOM!

Ethan reappeared behind Kaldaroth, his fist already glowing with power.

With a single strike, he drove his punch straight into the behemoth’s spine.

CRACK!

A shockwave erupted from the impact, sending tremors racing across the frozen wasteland. Kaldaroth staggered, his massive form lurching forward as ice and energy burst from the wound.

Ethan didn’t let up.

In the next instant, he was above Kaldaroth, his leg descending like a golden comet.

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BANG!

His kick landed directly on the behemoth’s skull, sending its enormous body crashing into the ruins of the battlefield.

The land split apart from the sheer force. Mountains cracked, glaciers tumbled, and the ice itself warped under the devastation.

Ethan landed a few feet away, rolling his shoulders. "You talk a big game, but I gotta be honest…" He gave Kaldaroth a lazy grin. "I’ve fought tougher."

The behemoth trembled, its glowing blue eyes dimming slightly. But instead of rage, a deep, guttural chuckle rumbled from its chest.

"Impressive…" Kaldaroth slowly rose to his feet, towering over Ethan once more. "But this battle has only just begun."

The ice around them shattered.

A storm of abyssal energy erupted from Kaldaroth’s body, twisting the landscape into something unrecognizable. The sky darkened further, an unnatural aurora of blue and black swirling above.

Ethan’s grin only widened.

"Good." He raised his fists, golden energy crackling around his body.

"Let’s make this interesting."

The world trembled as Kaldaroth unleashed his full might. The sky fractured with streaks of blue-black energy, and the frozen peaks around them crumbled under the pressure. This was no longer just a battle; it was a war between absolute forces—one of ancient, abyssal frost and the other of unrelenting, golden destruction.

BOOM!

Ethan shot forward, the force of his movement alone shattering the ice beneath him. His golden aura burned like a wildfire against the frozen wasteland, his fist rearing back—then SLAM!

His punch crashed into Kaldaroth’s chest.

The shockwave that followed sent cracks racing across the battlefield, and for a moment, even the storm itself seemed to halt.

But Kaldaroth did not fall.

Instead, the behemoth lunged forward with terrifying speed. His massive claw swiped toward Ethan like a guillotine of pure ice. Ethan barely tilted his head to the side, dodging by an inch. The attack missed—but the force alone was enough to send a hurricane of ice shards and pressure howling past him, carving deep trenches into the land.

"You’re still standing?" Ethan muttered, his grin widening. "Good. That means I can keep having fun."

CRACK!

Kaldaroth’s tail whipped around, slamming into Ethan’s side with enough force to send him flying through three mountains.

Each impact detonated the ice and rock, sending avalanches roaring down into the abyss. Ethan skidded to a stop midair, wiping blood from his lips. His clothes were torn, his body covered in deep gashes that leaked golden energy.

He laughed.

"That actually hurt."

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Kaldaroth lifted his head, his voice carrying across the wasteland like a winter storm.

"You are strong, but you are still mortal. You cannot withstand the abyss forever."

Ethan rolled his shoulders, cracking his neck. "Mortality’s overrated anyway."

Then, his power exploded.

The golden energy around him turned black.

Lightning arced through the air. The sky itself seemed to break under the sheer intensity of his aura. His once-golden eyes turned pitch-black with glowing gold irises, a terrifying contrast of light and darkness.

Kaldaroth paused.

For the first time, the ancient behemoth felt fear.

Ethan moved.

In the blink of an eye, he was beneath Kaldaroth, his hand grabbing the beast’s leg—and then he lifted him.

Kaldaroth, the Abyssal Warden of the Frostbound Depths, a titan of ice and darkness, was thrown.

His colossal body hurtled through the air before Ethan appeared above him, his foot already coming down.

BOOM!

Ethan’s heel crashed into Kaldaroth’s chest, sending him plummeting back down with enough force to collapse an entire continent. The impact formed a crater so deep it reached the molten core beneath the ice.

Kaldaroth roared in agony, his body trying to regenerate—but Ethan was already there.

He grabbed the beast by the face.

And he crushed it.

CRACK!

The bone-like mask shattered in his grip, revealing Kaldaroth’s true face—an abyssal horror of swirling frost and endless darkness.

"You’re not bad," Ethan said, his fingers digging deeper into the behemoth’s skull. "But you’re mine now."

Kaldaroth’s eyes widened in rage. "I will never bow—"

Ethan slammed his head into the ground, then again, and again, until the ice itself began to cry out, unable to withstand the sheer brutality of the assault.

Then, he did the unthinkable.

He bit down on Kaldaroth’s exposed core.

The ancient beast screamed.

Golden-black energy poured from Ethan’s mouth, spreading through Kaldaroth’s body like an unstoppable virus. The beast’s essence—his very being—was being devoured.

Kaldaroth thrashed, his power raging, trying to resist. But Ethan’s grip was unrelenting. He held the behemoth down as his energy corroded every fiber of its existence.

Then, with a final pulse, Kaldaroth stopped struggling.

The storm above them vanished. The ice stopped trembling.

The Abyssal Warden bowed.

Ethan released a slow breath, standing over his newest subordinate. He cracked his knuckles, watching as the once-unbreakable titan now knelt before him, head lowered, eyes glowing with obedience.

"Welcome to the family," Ethan said with a smirk.

Kaldaroth’s voice, once filled with unyielding pride, now rumbled with newfound submission.

"I… serve… you… Master."

Ethan grinned, rolling his shoulders. "Good. Now let’s go. We’ve got a war to finish."

And with that, he vanished, his new titan of frost following silently behind.