Beyond the Bloodline-Chapter 213: Cosmic Imbalance and The Weight of Stolen Power

Chapter 213: Cosmic Imbalance and The Weight of Stolen Power

Unknown Planet

Unknown Star System

Unknown Galaxy

November 18th

Year 2018

The woman’s dark cloak billowed in the absence of atmosphere, her yellow eyes glowing with magic power.

Four Death Dragons circled her, their immense bodies casting enormous shadows over the planets and moons below them, blotting out the sky for the poor mortals on these planets’ surfaces.

Their jagged black scales had runic carvings on them that shimmered with malevolent energy as they roused their powers to unleash their torrential breaths of destruction.

The black-haired witch took action immediately, summoning her grimoire whose pages flapped rapidly.

With each turn of its pages, spells began to materialize in the space around her. The dragons hissed and growled, their reptilian eyes locking onto her, eager to tear her apart with death, darkness, and cursed magic.

One of the dragons, its eyes glowing with necrotic energy, began to form an eight-ringed death spell. Circles of dark magic power rotated around its massive claws, each ring more intricate and dangerous than the last.

The witch glanced at it, and with a flick of her wrist, a page from her grimoire tore free, glowing brightly as it flew toward the dragon. It was as though the spell had already been prepared, and the page simply activated it.

The instant the dragon’s death magic formed, the witch’s counter spell replicated the same eight rings, layering her magic inside the dragon’s circles. The moment her spell made contact, the death magic fizzled out, nullified by the exactness of her casting.

A second dragon roared in fury, summoning a Tier 7 Curse magic spell. As expected of a dragon known for their magic prowess, the spell casting was nearly instantaneous, with black fire and dark tendrils coiling around the seven rings of the spell.

The other two dragons didn’t just sit back, each one summoned their own complex spells. One summoned a vortex of black fire and the other weaved a darkness spell to buff its breath which it launched without hesitation.

In the face of the three planet-destroying attacks, the witch’s eyes narrowed as the floating grimoire spun faster, its pages fluttering wildly.

Another page flew out, shimmering with dark magic power and she mimicked the curse magic aiming at her, casting her curse within the dragon’s casting circle.

The Seven Rings collided, twisting and merging before collapsing in a burst of black flames that faded into nothing.

She traced invisible runes with her hands, and the grimoire responded, its pages tearing flee and flying out one after another. Each one contained a pre-cast spell, bombarding the dragons with superior magic power.

High-Dragons they may be, they were no match for the magic ability of this woman.

After all, she wasn’t just any witch, but an ’Origin Witch’. The last of her Galaxy.

She, was the Witch of Mercury, Daniella Cathedral.

Though she was not as ridiculously powerful as her younger twin, Daniella was no slouch.

The dark expanse of space was lit up with light brighter than the star in the distance as fireballs, lightning, and arcane blasts erupted from the grimoire, overwhelming the dragons.

When the dragons tried to cast spells or charge breaths again, she didn’t give them a chance. She conjured exact replicas of their spells mid-cast, inserting her own power into their magic, causing the dragons’ spells to unravel and vanish before they could fully form.

She used her superior knowledge to cancel out every spell they attempted and attacked them with spells from every school of magic.

In a final surge of power, the pages of her grimoire shot out like a swarm, surrounding the dragons and detonating all at once. The dragons let out one last roar as they were torn apart, their massive forms disintegrating into dust.

As the last dragon fell, the witch’s strength waned.

Her body, drained from the battle, began to plummet through space. The vacuum offered no resistance as she fell faster and faster, a dark silhouette cutting through the universe.

She fell into the planet below her, tearing through its atmosphere like paper and with a deafening crash, her body struck the ground, the impact sending shockwaves across the land.

The earth crumbled beneath her, the force of her fall splitting the continent she fell on into fractured islands as she sank deep into the ocean’s abyss.

Submerged in darkness, her eyes fluttered open, pain radiating through her limbs. She coughed, spitting out water as she slowly regained her bearings.

With a shaky breath, she summoned what little magic she had left, forcing the ocean to part as she dragged herself out of the water.

She climbed onto a fragmented, floating rock that had once been part of the now-destroyed continent, collapsing onto it with a heavy thud.

Her back hit the cold stone as she stared up at the sky above her, the stars still visible through the swirling clouds of destruction.

Her chest heaved with each breath, her body aching from the fight.

For now, there was silence. The dragons were gone, and she had survived.

Her eyes slowly closed, the tension in her muscles fading, but in the back of her mind, she knew that more battles would come.

Those dragons were just one group of the thousands after her.

And thanks to them, she had discerned the identities of one of her pursuers.

"...Heilong..."

The Keeper of Death. A Main Entity of the universe had joined the bandwagon of existences chasing her, further complicating her already messed up situation.

Daniella was not weak. In terms of the Race Ruler System, she was on the level of a Witch Empress, at the very peak of that Existence Realm.

However, as she never attained Cosmic Superiority, she could not surpass the Universe.

Even then, that power should be enough power for her to do as she pleased, but unfortunately, she could barely bring out 30% of her full strength now.

The reason was rather obvious.

"I need to get further away from Jamie’s location..."

Daniella was the one who had stolen Jamie’s power during his slumber.

Jamie was powerful enough that even in his slumber, he sent a portion of his soul and consciousness outside the Zanerth Universe for over 3,000 years out of the 12,000 he had slept. That had been her opening.

If his consciousness hadn’t been away, she would have never succeeded.

But even now, she couldn’t shake the feeling that Jamie had let her take it—allowed her to steal that unimaginable power.

Regardless, he was awake now. He had already recovered to the Deity Level, and that presented its own problems.

The overwhelming energy that Daniella needed a thousand years to completely siphon wanted to tear through spacetime and return to its owner.

But she couldn’t let it.

After all, Jamie’s power was the only thing holding it down, right now.

Daniella was sure Jamie knew that too. There was no other reason he hadn’t sent his thousands of disciples and subordinate Incomplete Hybrids after her in the ten months since he awoke.

When Jamie and Miranda had fought Sanev in Zotov, Jamie had partially declared his Domain, and in doing so, had sensed her location.

He could do it again—catch a glimpse of where she was and send his forces after her. Yet he hadn’t.

It was obvious Jamie didn’t want the item she carried to awaken. Though their reasons differed, they shared the same fear.

The Blueprint for the Hybrids.

"The balance of Chaos and Order in the Universe would completely flip if that happens."

Daniella muttered one of the dreaded scenarios in the event of the Blueprint’s awakening.

In the Cosmos, there were three powerful Cosmic Forces of Nature. Chaos, Order and Balance.

Chaos lurked in every corner untouched by Order, and Order imposed itself wherever Chaos didn’t dare to spread. Balance, the neutral party, existed to ensure neither side gained absolute dominance.

At least, that’s how Daniella understood it.

If the delicate balance between Chaos and Order on a planet, in a galaxy, or even throughout the universe was upset, the weaker force would inevitably rise to restore equilibrium.

One of the ways this happened, was by introducing Envoys.

Envoys like her younger twin...an Envoy of Chaos.

But more often than not, this so-called "correction" brought war. Nine times out of ten, the clash between Chaos and Order ended in bloodshed.

The Mercury Galaxy had suffered such a fate over a billion years ago. Order had so thoroughly saturated every corner of the Galaxy that there was hardly any room for Chaos to exist.

It seemed like a blessing at first, the triumph of Order over chaos. But reality had proven far different.

Due to this Cosmic Imbalance within the Galaxy, Envoys of Chaos were born, tasked with one thing: to restore the balance.

They failed, however, as the Mercury Galaxy’s forces of Order were too powerful, too entrenched in the Galaxy’s roots.

And so, to balance the scales, the most powerful existence in the Mercury Galaxy was chosen—an existence no one even knew about.

Angela Cathedral. A solitary witch whose only desire was to live peacefully with her husband and children in her secret dimension.

Angela wanted nothing more than that.

The galaxy-wide war meant little to her, and her only interaction with it was sending protective artifacts she crafted in her spare time to her family, as the Cathedral name bound them to the conflict.

As one of the great noble houses serving the Galactic Ruler for hundreds of generations, her parents and siblings were duty-bound to fight for the cause of Order.

This didn’t concern Angela though. The woman had left the Universe for so long she was considered dead to all but her family, so she technically wasn’t part of the Noble house.

As stated earlier, her priorities were her husband, children, parents and siblings. She cared not for anything else.

Though Angela was arguably the most powerful being in the entire Mercury Galaxy—perhaps even in the universe—no one knew of her strength. She had hidden it well. Too well.

However, the Cosmic Forces of Chaos and Balance detected her power, and they foisted the title of Envoy of Chaos on her.

That was the beginning of the tragedy in Angela’s life.

The tragedy that killed her husband, parents, and younger siblings and nearly killed Daniella as well.

Angela snapped.

She was stronger than the Destruction Supreme, the being who had once nearly wiped out all sentient life in the universe.

Her rage could have brought something even worse, but it was contained—limited to the Mercury Galaxy alone.

Only a sliver of self-control held her back, a fragile restraint born from one simple fact:

Someone survived.

Daniella.

Had Daniella not survived, then forget the Mercury Galaxy, Angela’s rampage might have done the Destruction Supreme’s work for him!

"...you are strong, sister..."

Daniella whispered, her voice filled with genuine admiration for her younger twin who had managed to hold herself together even when everything was torn apart.

But now, Daniella needed to move, to run. She had to get further from Jamie’s location, to weaken the pull of his power before his body automatically reclaimed what she had stolen.

However, fighting four Dragon Emperors had drained her, and her magic was nearly spent.

As such for this moment, beneath the shattered sky, she allowed herself a brief moment of rest.