I Got My System Late, But I'll Become Beastgod-Chapter 221: The Chosen Companions

The council chamber was quieter than usual. The banners hung still, no drafts stirring the air, and yet the tension pressed heavy over everyone seated there.

Aamir stood in the center, his crimson cloak brushing the polished stone floor. His eyes, sharp and resolute, scanned the room before he finally spoke.

"I’m going back."

The words cut through the silence like a blade.

Raj pushed himself up from his seat immediately. "Then I’m coming with you."

Aamir shook his head firmly. "No. That’s not right. You’re the general here. You should stay. The resistance needs you more than I do."

Raj’s fists clenched. "I’m not letting you shoulder this alone again, Aamir. I already watched you vanish for five years once."

But before he could argue further, another voice broke in.

Seenu leaned forward, his sword resting across his lap. His expression was calm, but his words carried weight. "Then let me come. If there’s a battlefield waiting, my blade belongs there."

Kunal pushed his glasses up, his golden eyes flickering faintly. "Count me in too. You want to finish this mission before Zorwath makes his move? Then the three of us together will get it done faster. We don’t have much time to waste."

Aamir’s jaw tightened. He turned sharply toward Kunal. "No. You can’t."

Kunal arched a brow. "Why not?"

"Because of your baby." Aamir’s voice cracked slightly despite his effort to sound steady. "You’re about to be a father, Kunal. That child needs you more than I do."

All eyes turned to Ji-Won, sitting quietly at the side of the chamber, her hand resting on her stomach. For a moment, silence filled the room.

Then Ji-Won smiled softly, her voice steady. "Don’t worry about us, Aamir. If Kunal believes he needs to go, then I won’t stop him. His strength isn’t just for me—or this child. It’s for the world."

Kunal smirked faintly, though his eyes softened as he glanced at her. "See? She understands. And besides, even if I need to come back..." He turned to Aamir, adjusting his glasses with a small grin. "You have your portal ability. You can send me back any time you want."

Aamir hesitated, caught between protest and trust. Finally, he exhaled slowly, his crimson eyes narrowing. "...Fine. Both of you. But you follow my lead."

Seenu’s smirk was faint but confident. "Wouldn’t have it any other way."

Kunal folded his arms, satisfied. "Good. Then it’s settled."

But before anyone could speak again, Aamir’s expression shifted as if he remembered something. He raised his hand, crimson energy swirling in his palm. The air in front of him shimmered, twisting and warping until a dark rift opened like a tear in space.

Everyone leaned forward as three silhouettes stepped out of the dimensional space.

The first was a young girl with sharp, determined eyes, her long hair tied back in a simple braid. The second was another girl, slightly younger, with a calmer aura but a spark of fire in her gaze.

And the last—was a man. Tall, broad-shouldered, his presence commanding without a word. His eyes burned with quiet loyalty, and the faint crackle of power surrounded his form like an unseen storm.

Aamir spread his arm toward them.

"These two—Seema and Sheela. They’re young, but they’re part of the Revolutionary Army. Train them here. They’ll fight for this world just as we do."

The two girls bowed respectfully, their voices strong despite their youth. "We’ll do our best!"

"And this man..." Aamir turned to the third figure, his voice lower, steadier. "...is Sam. My most loyal subordinate. By strength, he’s as strong as I am. I’m leaving him here."

Gasps rippled through the council. Even Raj’s eyes widened, and Rizwana leaned forward in her seat, narrowing her gaze. "As strong as you?"

Sam stepped forward, his voice calm, unwavering. "Don’t worry. I will protect this place. No one will touch it while I stand."

The aura that rolled off him was undeniable. Heavy. Certain. A shield of living power.

Aamir nodded once. "With Sam here, you’ll have someone who can fight head-on against any general Zorwath sends. That gives me the freedom to leave."

For a moment, silence filled the chamber again. Leaders exchanged glances, soldiers whispered among themselves.

Finally, Raj sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. "Damn it, Aamir. You always think ten steps ahead."

Meera, standing beside him, exhaled softly. "At least this time... you’re not leaving us defenseless."

Riya stepped closer to Aamir, her green eyes steady, her voice soft but firm. "Then it’s decided. You, Seenu, and Kunal will go. Raj stays. Sam stays. And the rest of us... we’ll hold the line here."

Aamir’s gaze softened as he looked at her, but he said nothing.

Kunal clapped his hands together, smirking faintly. "Well, looks like we’ve got a mission."

Seenu rested his hand on his katana, his lips curving faintly. "About time."

Sam crossed his arms, standing like a wall of steel. "Go. Do what you must. This place will not fall."

The chamber filled with a renewed energy—not relief, but resolve.

Because now, the path was clear.

Aamir would not walk it alone.

And for the first time since his return, the council felt the weight of balance: Earth would be guarded, and the stars would be challenged.

The council chamber was quiet when Aamir raised his hand. Crimson energy swirled at his fingertips, stretching outward until a portal tore open in the air—its swirling edges glowing like burning embers.

The ground trembled faintly from the sheer force of it.

Aamir turned to the others one last time. His eyes lingered on Raj, Meera, Kunal’s wife Ji-Won, and finally—Riya.

Her emerald gaze didn’t falter. She stepped forward, her staff in hand, her voice steady though her lips trembled faintly.

"Good luck."

Aamir’s jaw tightened. He gave her a small nod. "I’ll return."

Then, without another word, he stepped into the crimson light.

Seenu followed without hesitation, his sword clinking faintly against his hip. Kunal adjusted his glasses, smirking faintly before giving Ji-Won one last grin. "Don’t worry. I’ll be back before the baby starts kicking."

She rolled her eyes but smiled softly.

And then he too vanished into the light.

The portal shivered—then sealed shut.

The chamber was silent.

When the three emerged, the air was different.

Red. Heavy.

The sky itself bled scarlet, its clouds thick like smeared blood. Jagged spires of black stone clawed upward from the ground, and the wind carried with it a faint metallic tang.

The planet of vampires. Cyrsis.

Aamir narrowed his eyes, crimson glow reflecting against the eerie horizon. "We’re here."

Seenu glanced around, his hand already on his katana. "This place reeks of death."

Kunal pushed his glasses higher, his voice low. "No wonder they call it a cursed planet. Even the air feels hungry."

The ground beneath their boots cracked with each step, the surface brittle like dried bone. Far in the distance, a dark fortress loomed—tall, sharp, and suffocating.

But before they could move, a sudden shockwave rippled across the land.

The ground quaked violently. Dust plumed into the air, and a deafening boom echoed across the red sky.

Aamir froze. His crimson aura flared instinctively. "Wait."

Another boom followed, even louder.

Two forces clashed in the distance, shaking the very terrain. The sky cracked with streaks of black lightning, shockwaves tearing craters into the barren ground.

Kunal cursed under his breath. "What the hell is that? A battle?"

Aamir’s eyes narrowed, focusing on the energy signatures. The force was unlike the vampires they had fought before—it was sharper, cleaner. "No... this isn’t war."

Seenu tilted his head, sensing it too. "You’re right. It’s not killing intent. It feels... disciplined."

Aamir’s lips pressed into a thin line. "Then it’s a spar."

Without waiting, he sprinted toward the source. The ground cracked beneath his speed, Seenu and Kunal following close behind.

The closer they came, the stronger the shockwaves grew. Rocks shattered, the air quaked, and the red dust stormed around them.

And then—they saw them.

Two figures in the middle of a vast crater, moving with such speed and power that their strikes blurred.

One was a man with long silver hair tied back, his form wrapped in dark robes. Every punch, every kick landed with a precision that could split stone. His aura pulsed like a storm of blades—sharp, merciless. Zalmic—the King of Vampires.

The other was broader, muscles rippling with each strike. His fists tore through the air with bone-rattling force, his roars carrying the weight of a beast who ruled the night. Every impact cracked the earth, shockwaves racing outward. Seemus—the King of Werewolves.

Kunal adjusted his glasses, watching as the two collided with enough force to dent the ground into craters. His lips curved faintly. "Heh. This is good—but why the hell is there a guy who looks half human, half wolf?"

Seenu’s eyes narrowed, sharp and focused as ever. His hand rested lightly on his katana. "No techniques. No weapons. Just raw strength and instinct... and they’re still matching each other blow for blow."

Aamir’s crimson gaze didn’t waver. He crossed his arms, nodding once. "Not bad. They’ve come far."

Another collision split the ground, the sheer pressure of their fists sending dust and shards of stone spiraling through the air.

Kunal smirked. "Strong, no doubt. But they’re not stronger than us."

Seenu’s lips curved faintly, almost amused. "Maybe equal, at best."

Aamir allowed himself the faintest smile. "That’s enough. Strength like this means they’ll hold their ground when the real war starts."

The wind howled around them, carrying the echo of fists colliding in endless rhythm.

This wasn’t shock. This wasn’t fear.

It was acknowledgment.

The kings of Cyrsis had grown into their thrones—just as their teacher had expected.