Warlock of War: My Ares System

Chapter 533 Voideborne

The mask, twisted and grotesque, stared down at me with those hollow, malevolent eyes. Its grotesque grin seemed to widen, a silent promise of the suffering to come. I could feel the weight of his malevolent intent pressing down upon me, as he drew nearer, casting an oppressive darkness that enveloped my very soul.

In a chilling display of dark power, the very fabric of reality seemed to warp and obey his malevolent command. With an eerie whisper, a large machete materialized out of thin air, its blade gleaming wickedly in the dim torchlight. It was a weapon of torment and death, conjured effortlessly by the torturer's twisted mastery over dark forces.

The machete appeared, its presence casting a malevolent aura that seemed to pulse with malice. Its blade glinted with an otherworldly sharpness, a weapon forged not of earthly metal but of the very essence of despair. With an unholy grin hidden beneath his distorted mask, the torturer held the blade aloft, the malevolent energy surrounding it crackling with sinister intent.

It was a chilling reminder that I was utterly at his mercy, bound and defenseless in the face of his sadistic power. The chamber, once a place of darkness and dread, now felt like the very heart of a nightmare, and I could only brace myself for the horrors that were about to unfold.

"So you're the next patient… I'll have fun dissecting you."

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(Mammon POV)

From what I've heard, as the dark elf begins the transformation, their skin takes on a pale, ashen hue, resembling the pale glow of a moonlit night. The process is initiated by a ritualistic dance, where they draw power from the void's abyssal energies. Their eyes, once vibrant with the typical dark elf irises, now begin to shimmer with an otherworldly, deep violet glow, reflecting the boundless expanse of the void itself.

Gradually, the dark elf's body seems to disintegrate into inky shadows that twist and writhe around their form. The shadows envelop them, obscuring their features as they become one with the darkness. Their hair, once sleek and dark, transforms into a flowing mass of shadowy tendrils that drift like smoke, creating an illusion of constant movement even when perfectly still.

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As the transformation reaches its peak, the dark elf reemerges from the abyssal darkness, revealing their Voidborne form. They retain some of their original features, such as the sharp, angular facial structure and distinctive pointed ears. However, these aspects are now tainted by the void's influence.

The Voidborne's skin takes on an ethereal quality, appearing almost translucent, like the thinnest parchment of vellum. It is as though their flesh is a veil between the material world and the boundless void. Faint, intricate patterns of pulsating darkness dance just beneath the surface of their skin, reminiscent of ever-shifting constellations. These patterns, constantly in flux, evoke the mysterious and cosmic energies that flow through their being.

When the Voidborne moves, the dark patterns on their skin ripple and shift, creating an entrancing display of motion that captures the essence of the ever-changing cosmos. The patterns seem to respond to their emotions and thoughts, sometimes intensifying in moments of concentration or flickering like distant stars in times of heightened emotion.

The violet glow in the Voidborne's eyes is nothing short of mesmerizing. Their irises radiate a profound, otherworldly luminance, casting an eerie, almost hypnotic light in their gaze. Within those glowing irises, vertical slits for pupils emerge, giving them an unsettling, predatory allure. These slitted pupils can expand or contract, adjusting to different levels of light like those of a nocturnal hunter.

As one gazes into the Voidborne's eyes, one might notice tiny, sparkling points of light that resemble distant stars suspended within the purple depths. These star-like specks twinkle softly, as if they hold the secrets of the universe, making it feel as though the cosmos itself is watching through the Voidborne's eyes.

The transformation of their attire is equally extraordinary. Their once mundane dark elf clothing transforms into a set of shadowy, flowing robes that seem to exist in a state of perpetual movement as if caught in an eternal breeze. The fabric of these robes appears to be woven from the very fabric of the void, creating a tangible connection to the cosmic abyss.

These robes are adorned with intricate and ever-shifting constellations and cosmic motifs. The patterns writhe and ripple across the fabric as if guided by the mysterious forces of the universe. Occasionally, one might catch glimpses of celestial bodies such as planets and moons, as well as serpentine streams of cosmic energy coursing through the fabric.

As the Voidborne moves, the patterns on their robes create a hypnotic dance of cosmic artistry, enchanting those who witness it. When they reach out with their void-infused powers, the robes can extend and swirl, adding a dramatic flair to their gestures as they command the energies of the cosmos.

Some aspects of the dark elf's original appearance persist, though they are subtly altered. Their pointed ears, for instance, become elongated and taper to a fine point, resembling the wings of a shadowy moth. Their facial features are more refined, with sharp cheekbones and elegantly arched eyebrows.

Having completed the transformation, the Voidborne gains access to formidable powers derived from the void. They can manipulate shadows, weaving them into formidable weapons or using them for stealth and illusion. Their touch can drain the life force of their foes, leaving them weak and disoriented. They are also attuned to the secrets of the cosmos, capable of divining the future and tapping into the cosmic energies for devastating spells… or so I heard.

All of this was just from what I've read, researched, listened to, and discovered on my own. Very few have existed as this enigmatic being, making it mostly a legend or myth that dark elves pass down from generation to generation.

"But I guess they were right," I smiled as the boy's body took everything I had learned and cumulated it within that one single vessel. It was different, but similar to what I initially witnessed upon this boy's transformation.

No longer was he held back by unnecessary thoughts. No longer was he held back by unnecessary emotions. No longer was he held back by unnecessary actions. Everything was perfect. This was his final form.

His face contorted into a growling amalgamation of beastly instinct and honed innate talent. He nearly got onto all fours, but something within him pulled him back up, causing the light within his eyes to flicker once more.

"No… no!" I cried out as the boy returned, his grasp over his own body slowly returning. "How! Your mind should be broken by the torturer! How did you resist his torture?!""

"Torturer? Oh, that guy…?" He paused, his flowing robes drifting with the serene winds. "I killed him. He tried to attack me so I killed him."

"Tch…"

『Status』

[Name: Findir Adthana]

[Race: Voidborne]

[Class: King of The Northern Wind]

[Level: 6/100] (50/200) XP Needed

[HP: 500/500 MP: 250/250 SP: 300/300] - Above Human

[Strength: 250] - Above Human

[Defense: 200] - Above Human

[Magic: 300] - Above Human

[Speed: 350] - Above Human

[Miasma Heart: Three Rings]

[Skills: [Void Dagger Coating] [Void Dagger Enhancement] [Abyssal Meditation]

[Dark Elf Nature Connection] [Haste] [Empower] [Eagle Eye] [Abyssal Assassination Presence] [Assassination Breath and Nature Assimilation]

[King of The Northern Wind Skills: [Grand Wind Magic] [Wind Fusion] [Advanced Tornado Magic] [Silent Flight] [Summon: Northern Winds] [Summon: Gaurds of The Northern King]

[Black Magic Conductor: [Summon: Void Creature] [Locked] [Locked]

[Passive Skills: [Dark Elven Nature Affinity] [Corrupted Nature Affinity]

[Constitution of a Tarturling] [Prisoner of Tartarus] [Iron Speech] [Demon's Gluttonous Stomach] [Potion Organs] [Blessing of The Northern Winds] [Approval of The Wind King]

[Rune Path: [Sheer Tornado Body] [Throne World: Scarred Grove of The Wind King's Palace] [Miasmic Aura] [Locked] [Locked] [Locked]

[Equipment: [Magic Ring] [Storage Ring] [Wind King's Staff]

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"So it was that…" I muttered, biting the tip of my nail as I witnessed the new skill on his rune path. That part was definitely my fault, but I couldn't help but be more intrigued. Sure I had influence on giving him the rune path but no way in hell did I have a chance at controlling the outcome of each locked skill.

"[Sheer Tornado Body]."

A sudden and violent surge of power courses through them and their form is immediately engulfed in an ever-whirling tempest of darkness and void. The transformation process becomes an awe-inspiring spectacle of cosmic chaos.

As the vortexes spiral around them, they tear at anything within their reach, be it the ground, the air, or any objects nearby. The winds move with incredible speed, creating an ear-piercing howl as they shred through the surroundings. The sheer force of the tempest makes it impossible for anyone to approach, rendering the transformation a breathtaking and terrifying display of power.

Amidst the chaos of the swirling vortexes, the Voidborne's eyes remain the only visible feature. Their eyes, now glowing with an even more intense violet radiance, pierce through the maelstrom like beacons of cosmic knowledge. These eyes seem to hold the secrets of the universe itself, and their gaze is both alluring and unsettling, drawing the attention of anyone fortunate (or unfortunate) enough to witness the spectacle.