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Chapter 7 - The Pact of Hunger and Ash

Xeravon bled silence.

 

Its body, all muscle and armored bone,

loomed like a titan of hollow wrath. Each of its three jaws dripped a thick,

void-colored ichor that hissed against the obsidian floor. Its wings, broad and

tattered, flickered with a sickly silver light that bent shadows backward.

 

But it wasn't attacking anymore.

 

Not directly.

 

It was watching.

 

Waiting.

 

And in the stillness between that gaze

and the next heartbeat, Ash felt something alien crawl across the edge of his

mind—a sensation like teeth pressing against his memory, testing it.

 

"It's reading me," he whispered.

 

Iriis stood beside him, sword ready,

her helm tilting in a slow arc.

 

"It's hungry," she murmured. "But not

for flesh."

 

Ash's breath misted. The temperature

had dropped suddenly, drastically.

 

He reached into himself, instinctively

pressing on the part of his spirit that now bore the mark of the Primordial

Binding. And in response, the mark on his palm pulsed with a dull violet glow.

 

"We can't fight it forever," he

muttered.

 

"We won't win if we try," Iriis

agreed.

 

Ash looked up at the creature, locking

eyes with its hollow sockets.

 

"Then we Bind it."

[SYSTEM NOTIFICATION – BINDING

INITIATION REQUESTED]

 

Target Entity: Xeravon – The Starved

Warden

Threat Level: A- | Sentience:

Fragmented

Current State: Ravenous | Identity

Instability Detected

 

Primordial Binding Compatible: Yes

 

Warning: Target will resist. Soul

pressure exceeding safe thresholds.

 

Initiate Subjugation Attempt?

 

Yes

No

 

Ash whispered the word.

 

"Yes."

The chamber erupted with light.

 

A summoning circle far more complex

than the one used for Iriis unfurled beneath him—spanning the entire width of

the bone-ringed room. It was different this time—less geometric, more chaotic.

The symbols weren't stable; they flickered and shifted as though uncertain

whether this bond should be allowed.

 

The system was obeying… but reluctantly.

 

Chains of violet flame burst from the

runes, soaring toward Xeravon like spears—

 

—but they stopped, suspended inches

from the beast's skin.

 

Then the world screamed.

 

Not aloud. Not with sound.

 

With memory.

 

Ash's mind convulsed as he was slammed

into another's recollection. He felt it not like a vision—but like being forced

to live another's torment.

He was running. No—it was.

A forest of ash. A sky full of burning

courts.

A voice screaming: "Protect the Womb

at any cost—!"

Then betrayal. The voice reversed. The

command turned inward.

"Starve. Forget. Be forgotten."

He felt his hunger take over.

He ate the sky.

He ate his own name.

He forgot everything—except the pain

of duty.

Ash collapsed to his knees, gasping,

clutching his chest.

 

Iriis was suddenly beside him, a hand

on his shoulder. Her voice was low but firm.

 

"You're inside his collapse."

 

"You have to pull him back."

 

Ash grit his teeth, eyes glowing with

the full burn of the Binding. His voice was shaking.

 

"What… if he doesn't want to come

back?"

 

"Then you give him a reason."

Ash stood.

 

Staggered.

 

Then roared at the top of his lungs.

 

"Xeravon!"

 

The creature twitched.

 

Ash extended his hand.

 

"You were a guardian. You kept the

gate. You obeyed an oath."

 

"I don't want your submission. I want

your oath, again."

 

The creature bared all three rows of

jagged teeth. A ripple passed through the chamber as pressure gathered in the

air. The sarcophagi above trembled.

 

Then it lunged.

 

Ash didn't move.

 

He reached toward the beast instead of

away from it.

 

And in the instant where its jaws

should've crushed him, the Binding circle flared again—violently.

 

The chains struck, not to bind, but to

remind.

Ash's voice echoed with something

older than him.

 

"Your name is not hunger.

Your purpose is not wrath.

You were a Warden.

And I remember you."

The creature slammed to the ground

just inches from him, roaring—but not in rage.

 

In agony.

 

Its body convulsed, twisting,

changing. Its wings folded inward. The screaming light faded. Its form

shrank—still monstrous, but now defined, less chaotic.

 

And its eyes…

 

For the first time—they focused.

[BINDING COMPLETE – SECOND SUMMON

ACQUIRED]

 

Name: Xeravon

Title: The Bound Warden of Ash and

Hunger

Type: Echo-Class | Aberrant Sentient

State: Stabilizing

Sync: 5%

 

Current Form: Lupine-Chimeric |

Semi-Material

 

• Ability: Devour Instinct – Absorbs

weaker magical constructs and manifests them as adaptive resistances.

• Ability: Howl of the Unnamed –

Disrupts enemy spellcasting and memory-based skills.

• Trait: Guardian Remnant – Remembers

positioning, threat direction, and prioritizes protection of summoner by

default.

 

Warning: Bond is unstable. Loyalty

must be earned through progression.

Ash dropped to one knee, exhausted.

 

Xeravon lowered his head—not

submissively, but introspectively. He looked at Ash like someone seeing light

for the first time in centuries.

 

Iriis stood at the edge of the cradle,

watching. Her voice was barely above a whisper.

 

"You're doing it."

 

Ash looked up, dazed.

 

"Doing what?"

 

She stepped beside him.

 

"Building a Court."

They rested in the chamber for hours.

Xeravon didn't speak—he couldn't, yet. But Ash could feel him now, faintly.

Like a cornered animal learning to breathe again. Not tame. Not loyal. But… listening.

 

Iriis remained silent, watching from a

distance. Her bond with Ash still pulsed strong, but now… balanced. She no

longer stood as his sole anchor. There was another.

 

Ash sat near the cradle, staring at

the bone-pillar runes spiraling upward.

 

"How many more," he asked quietly.

"Like him?"

 

Iriis didn't hesitate.

 

"Dozens."

 

"Some deeper. Some older. Some worse."

 

He didn't blink.

 

"I'll bind them all."

[SYSTEM UPDATE – ASCENSION PROGRESS:

29%]

 

You now command two Primordial-bound

entities. Court designation in progress.

 

New Feature Unlocked: Court Name –

Pending Selection

 

Optional Bonus: A true Court is not

made of servants, but allies.

Your summons must believe in your

right to lead.

Current Alignment:

– Iriis: Loyal (Trust)

– Xeravon: Wild (Wary)

Ash stood at the edge of the cradle

and stared into its still-glowing core.

 

Whatever was within still slept.

 

But for the first time, he wondered:

 

What if I don't just want to survive

this Trial?

 

What if I want to own it?

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