Supreme Hunter of Beautiful Souls-Chapter 390: You are weak.

Seraphyne staggered three steps back.

Three steps.

Not because she needed them to keep her balance… but because, for the first time since becoming the host of Chaos, something inside her faltered.

A white crack in her torso.

Vapor escaping.

Chaos reacting with a delay.

She touched her own chest, staring at her fingers stained with white mist.

Her smile—so proud, so erotic, so triumphant—wavered.

Just a second.

But it was enough.

Kael walked toward her with the same calmness with which one approaches a wounded animal, without haste to finish the job because he already knows the beast won't escape.

Seraphyne opened her mouth—perhaps for a threat, perhaps for a disturbed laugh—but she didn't have time.

Kael's voice cut through the air first.

Cold.

Low.

Emotionless.

And yet, sharp as a blade at the throat.

"Shut up."

Seraphyne blinked, confused for a moment—as if she truly hadn't understood.

Kael continued walking, raising the blade slowly, as if he didn't even need it to win.

"I've heard enough."

The witch's eyes widened, sudden irritation distorting her smile.

The Chaos around her vibrated, reacting to the slightest change in mood.

"How dare you—"

Kael raised a finger—a single finger—demanding silence as one would silence a dog.

Seraphyne froze, consumed by hatred.

"I told you to shut up."

The silence that followed was unnatural.

It didn't belong in the hall.

It seemed to force Chaos itself to stop.

Amelia, Sylphie, and Irelia watched, speechless.

The core pulsed as if holding its breath.

Kael stopped a few steps from the witch, looking directly at her with that empty, clinical gaze that both irritated and terrified any living creature—and, apparently, those that had already ceased to be alive as well.

"You speak as if you were a newborn deity."

His voice held a deadly boredom.

"But all I see is a pathetic woman channeling the power of something she doesn't understand."

Seraphyne clenched her teeth.

The Chaos around her began to ripple violently, like furious tentacles wanting to devour Kael right there.

He didn't back down.

He didn't blink.

He only tilted his head slightly, analyzing her like a doctor observes a patient who has already given a final diagnosis.

"You don't control Chaos."

He raised the blade.

"You're just… stealing."

Seraphyne took a step forward—instinctive, offensive, animalistic—but stopped mid-movement when Kael looked up, unhurried, without emotional weight, and finished:

"…and yet you think you deserve my time."

The witch shuddered.

Not from fear.

But from anger.

Contradictory anger.

Anger impossible to contain.

Anger that scratched the air.

Chaos enveloped her like a living cloak, pulsing like exposed veins.

"You… you dare to belittle me…?"

Her voice vibrated, multiple layers overlapping, as if overlapping souls spoke at the same time.

Kael gave a slight sigh—neither irritated nor tired. Just… bored.

"Delusions of grandeur."

She stopped.

"Wh… what?"

"You heard."

Each word was a psychological blow.

"You didn't 'merge' with Chaos."

One step.

"You didn't 'become' something greater."

Another step.

"You're just another fool who thought she had too much power and didn't know how to handle it."

Seraphyne's smile returned—but it was no longer seductive.

It was broken.

Cracked.

Mad.

"I am Chaos in mortal form!"

The voice echoed, reverberated, distorted the very air.

"I am everything that mana fears! I am—"

"—ridiculous."

Seraphyne stopped mid-sentence.

It was like being slapped.

Her expression completely crumbled.

That proud smile evaporated.

Her body trembled, not from power, but from pure fury.

Kael lowered his blade slightly, pointing it at the ground, as if he didn't even consider her worthy of the steel.

"I don't feel fear of you."

Chaos reacted, churning like a raging sea.

Kael continued:

"I don't feel respect."

More vibration.

The core creaked as if it were about to explode from so much pressure.

"Only pity."

That word was the final straw.

Seraphyne's eyes widened, her white pupils dilating as if something inside her was trying to escape.

"PITY?"

The voice echoed like an earthquake.

Kael planted his foot firmly on the ground, extending the blade to the side, ready to finish.

"Yes."

His voice was simple, honest, brutal.

"You are weak."

Seraphyne screamed.

Not with a human voice.

Not with a witch's voice.

But with the voice of Chaos itself.

A white roar ripped through the hall, shattered, distorted, laden with hatred and despair.

Irelia clutched her head.

Sylphie fell to her knees.

Amelia's vision blurred instantly.

Kael kept his eyes fixed on her.

"I will kill her."

Chaos shook the entire hall.

Seraphyne took a shaky step forward, her body trembling violently as if about to shatter.

"And reclaim the Kingdom."

She opened her arms, screaming, Chaos exploding in white spirals around her.

The floor cracked.

White ice rose like stalactites.

Reality distorted.

"YOU DARE—YOU DARE CALL CHAOS WEAK?!"

Kael took a deep breath, widening the shadows around him like black wings slowly unfolding.

"You are not Chaos."

Seraphyne roared, lunging forward like a unleashed monster.

"YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND WHAT—"

Kael raised his index finger.

"I told you to shut up."

And then she exploded.

Literally.

Seraphyne charged forward—not running, but teleporting in distorted leaps, each movement tearing through the air like a shard of glass.

White tentacles emerged from the walls.

Translucent blades erupted from the ceiling.

The floor cracked into dozens of living fissures that spewed corrupted mana.

Her presence multiplied, replicated by Chaos, like distorted reflections of a shattered mirror erupting from all sides.

She was no longer a person.

She was a white storm of hatred.

"I WILL TEAR YOU FROM EXISTENCE!"

Kael moved the blade with a smooth twist.

The shadows writhed.

And then he vanished in the midst of her charge—not teleporting, but negating his own presence so profoundly that even Chaos lost the ability to locate him.

Seraphyne attacked something that was no longer there.

Tentacles cut through the air.

Blades pierced nothingness.

Chaos itself hesitated.

And when she finally found it again, Kael was behind her—again—with the blade positioned precisely at the base of her neck.

"Enough."

Seraphyne shuddered.

The shadows stirred.

Chaos roared.

But Kael continued:

"Let's end this."

The entire hall seemed to pulse, breathing along with the Chaos that seethed within Seraphyne. But none of that mattered.

Kael was behind her.

The blade pressed against the base of her neck.

The shadows beneath his feet spread across the floor like black cracks.

Seraphyne turned her head slowly—and her expression upon seeing him there wasn't hatred.

It was terror.

An animalistic, instinctive fear that tore through the delusion of grandeur she had been sustaining from the beginning.

For a single moment, she saw Kael not as a man…

But as a predator.

A real predator.

The chaos around them recoiled reflexively.

The space between them froze.

Kael spoke calmly, his voice low enough to sound like a whispered threat in her ear:

"I said. Enough."

He moved the sword.

There was no glint.

There was no magic.

The blade cut through the air—and cut Seraphyne along with it.

The blow ripped open half of her chest.

White fragments flew, evaporating upon touching the ground.

Chaos tried to weave the flesh back together, but Kael was already there again.

Another cut.

This time, tearing her left shoulder in a perfect arc.

Seraphyne let out a scream—not of pain, because Chaos didn't allow physical pain, but of shock.

Of panic.

Of pure despair.

"WHAT—WHAT ARE YOU?!"

Kael didn't answer.

He just advanced.

The cuts he inflicted followed no pattern—because he didn't need a pattern.

He simply struck points where Chaos couldn't react quickly enough, like someone who already knew the enemy's flaws before even seeing them.

Which was impossible.

Which was absurd.

Seraphyne staggered as half her body was already carved into white fissures dripping steam. "THIS ISN'T—IT'S NOT POSSIBLE!"

Tentacles of Chaos exploded in all directions, seeking to seize Kael, tear him apart, rip his existence apart.

He passed through them untouched.

As if reality itself bent over to avoid touching him.

Seraphyne, now breathing as if she were human again, widened her eyes.

"Chaos should devour you!"

Kael appeared before her, moving like a living shadow.

"But he can't."

Another blow.

Half of her ribs shattered into living snow.

Seraphyne fell to her knees.

Chaos churned around her like a panicked storm, trying to repair the damage, trying to react to the enemy, trying to understand what was happening.

Kael looked down at her—and whatever she expected to see, she found nothing.

Not anger.

Not pleasure.

Not haste.

Just an impassive emptiness.

"Why—" Her voice faltered.

"Why can you… hurt this…? Who… who are you?"

Kael raised the blade.

Shadows trickled down the blade like living ink.

He positioned it over Seraphyne's neck—the tip touching what remained of the corrupted white flesh.

She froze.

Her white eyes trembled.

"Wh… who… are you…?"

Her voice sounded small.

Weak.

Frightened.

Kael tilted his head, as if deciding whether or not to answer was irrelevant.

Then he answered.

Slowly.

Cruelly.

As if he were opening a door she should never have seen.

"I am the son…"

Seraphyne held her breath.

Kael finished:

"…of Elion Scarlet."

The entire hall stopped.

The core stopped.

The Chaos stopped.

Seraphyne's breath stopped.

Her white eyes widened—and for the first time, she didn't look like a Chaos witch, or a channeler, or a corrupted priestess.

She looked like a child.

A terrified child.

"E–Elion…" Her voice trembled.

"E–Elion Scarlet…? This is…this is impossible…"

Amelia staggered back.

Sylphie brought her hand to her mouth. Irelia simply froze.

Because that name…

That existence…

She was one of the strongest witches in history.

The Witch of Chaos.

The woman who should never have had a child.

Seraphyne fell backward, dragging herself across the cracked floor as the Chaos around her began to lose form—as if collapsing emotionally along with her.

"E—Elion… she… she's a legend… a curse… a living anomaly… she— she— she shouldn't even have offspring!"

Kael stepped forward.

Seraphyne gasped.

"You lie… you lie… NO ONE could— no one could—"

"You think I'd have a reason to make it up?"

Kael cut her off.

His voice was so icy that the Chaos recoiled like a frightened animal.

Seraphyne began to laugh.

Laugh hysterically.

Laughing like a madwoman trapped in her own mind.

"N-no… no… no, no, NO!"

She put her hands to her head, scratching her own white skin, tearing off chunks that evaporated before falling to the ground.

"THE SON OF THE CHAOS WITCH—" She screamed, spitting out steam.

"—HER SON— HERE— HERE— WITH ME?!"

Kael just watched.

Just waited.

Just calculated the exact moment she would break.

And when she broke…

…it was complete.

Seraphyne stood motionless for half a second—and then her head slowly turned, her eyes completely dead of understanding.

She stared at the dozens of black witches kneeling around the core.

The loyal ones. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

The fanatics.

The expendable ones.

A smile spread across her face—a crooked, bloody, demented smile.

"You…"

She whispered.

"…will help me."

Kael raised his blade, realizing what she was about to do.

But he didn't arrive in time.

Seraphyne raised her arms, and Chaos exploded from the core like a white lightning bolt.

It pierced the floor.

The walls.

The columns.

And struck the black witches.

One by one.

"SERAPHYNE, NO—!" Sylphie screamed.

But it was too late.

The witches began to scream.

Their mana began to evaporate.

Their bodies began to be consumed.

Their eyes turned white.

Their skin cracked.

Their souls were forcibly ripped away.

Seraphyne opened her arms like a broken doll celebrating her own ruin.

"ONE OF US IS NOT ENOUGH!"

She cackled, white saliva dripping from her lips.

"YOU WILL ALL FEED ME!"

Kael lunged forward—swift, deadly—but the energy erupting from the core pushed him back.

Slowly…

The witches melted.

And merged.

Their bodies turned into white mass.

Their screams transformed into a distorted sound.

Their dark magic became food, fuel, sacrifice.

Seraphyne trembled, growing, rebuilding herself with pure Chaos and the bodies of the kneeling women.

The fear vanished.

The hatred returned.

And the insanity ignited.

"KAEL SCARLET…" She roared, her voice now echoing like hundreds.

"I WILL ANNIHILATE YOU."