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Chapter 206 – The Raven’s Flight
Chapter 206 – The Raven’s Flight
The underground lab was eerily silent. The scent of old blood and chemical rot clung to the air, a haunting reminder of the atrocities committed here. But Seraphis had no time for hesitation.
Azrael knelt before her, his body trembling, still adjusting to his rebirth. His once-lifeless form was now steady, his breathing deeper, more controlled.
But he was incomplete.
He had power, yes—but no skill. No knowledge of how to wield what had been given to him.
Seraphis would change that.
She placed her hand over his forehead, her fingers cold against his skin.
"Do not move," she commanded.
Azrael obeyed.
Then, with a slow breath, she pushed her memories into him.
The Gift of Knowledge
A flood of images poured into his mind—not gentle, but sharp, precise.
Assassin’s tricks.
Stealth techniques.
The art of silent killing.
He saw it all.
Her hands, quick and practiced, twisting a dagger into an enemy’s ribs. The way she could vanish into shadows with a simple step. The delicate balance of deception and patience, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
Every lesson, every battle, every hard-earned skill—she gave him everything.
Azrael’s breath hitched, his muscles tensing as the flood of knowledge overtook him. His body shook violently for a moment, overwhelmed by the sheer weight of it all.
Then—silence.
A slow exhale.
He lifted his gaze to hers, his once-uncertain eyes now sharper, darker, filled with understanding.
Seraphis smiled.
"Now, you are one of us."
She took a step back, reaching into her coat. From its depths, she withdrew a folded uniform—black, lined with subtle silver threads, its fabric designed for both combat and concealment.
She held it out to him.
"Wear this. It is yours now."
Azrael took it with steady hands.
The uniform of an assassin.
The symbol of a family.
As he draped it over his shoulders, a final piece clicked into place.
Seraphis nodded in approval.
"Welcome to the family."
The Raven’s Lesson
But they had no time to linger.
The next destination awaited—the Graveyard of Failures.
Seraphis turned, leading him out of the ruined lab, stepping into the cold night air. The moon hung high, casting pale silver light over the landscape. The wind whispered secrets, rustling the dead leaves that scattered across the ground.
She inhaled deeply, then turned to him.
"We will fly."
Azrael frowned. "Fly?"
Seraphis simply smirked.
"Focus."
She stepped closer, pressing two fingers against his forehead.
"Try to recall my memories."
Azrael closed his eyes.
The images she had given him rushed forward, a whirlwind of techniques and abilities. And within that flood, he found it—
A raven.
Not just a form, but a sensation.
The feeling of lightness, of air beneath wings. Of the world stretching out far below.
His breath slowed, his fingers curling slightly as the memory became real.
Seraphis watched carefully.
"Do you feel it?"
Azrael nodded.
"Good. Now channel it."
She stepped back, giving him space.
"Let your body remember. Feel the feathers. The wind. The shift of your bones. The weightlessness."
Azrael took a deep breath.
Then—his body shuddered.
A flicker of darkness rippled across his form. His fingers twisted, his limbs pulling inward, his skin dissolving into a wave of shifting feathers.
His body shrank, his bones restructuring in an instant.
A heartbeat later—
A black raven sat where he had once stood.
But not just any raven.
His feathers were dark as night, but along his wings were two striking blue feathers, gleaming under the moonlight like distant stars.
Seraphis let out a small breath of amusement.
"Not bad."
Then, without hesitation, she shifted.
Her own body shimmered, dissolving into a flurry of white feathers.
Where she had stood now perched a white raven, her wings spread wide, her form sleek and elegant.
She turned her head, her sharp eyes locking onto Azrael’s.
"Follow me."
Then—she took flight.
Azrael hesitated only a second before spreading his wings. His body felt light, powerful. The wind caught beneath his feathers, lifting him into the air effortlessly.
And then—they soared.
The Flight to the Graveyard
The night air was crisp, biting.
The world stretched below them in endless shadow, mountains rising like jagged teeth against the sky. The trees were dark veins winding through the landscape, rivers glinting like silver threads.
Azrael followed closely, keeping pace with Seraphis as they cut through the heavens.
It was… exhilarating.
The speed, the freedom. The sense of power, of being untethered from the earth.
Seraphis glanced back at him, her voice drifting through the wind.
"How does it feel?"
Azrael’s beady raven eyes gleamed.
"Incredible."
She let out a small, knowing chuckle.
"Good. You’ll need to get used to it. We have a long journey ahead."
Their wings beat in sync, their shadows gliding over the forest below.
Then, in the far distance—
A new sight appeared.
The Graveyard of Failures.
Even from the sky, they could see it—a twisted expanse of ruins and broken stone. A place where the dead had been discarded, where the failed experiments had been left to rot.
It loomed ahead, vast and silent.
Waiting for them.
Seraphis’s voice carried through the night.
"We’re here."
Azrael stared ahead, his mind racing.
What horrors would they find waiting for them in the graveyard?
Only time would tell.