Lord Of Succubi:Transmigrated As A Dual Cultivator In Isekai Of Magic

Chapter 443 Chapter 443 Something

The intricacies of the artwork captivated him, but it was a specific detail that caused him to pause – a stone book, identical to the one he had encountered at Dracula's house.

Mike, observant as ever, noted Nexus's reaction. "Something catch your eye?"

Nexus, momentarily caught off guard, tried to conceal his mind. "Oh, it's just the painting. It's quite remarkable," he responded, attempting to redirect the conversation.

But Mike, ever perceptive, leaned into the curiosity. "Ah, that painting has an interesting history. Care to hear about it?" he offered, a glint of mystery in his eyes.

Nexus, torn between departing and indulging in the intrigue, couldn't resist. "Sure, tell me about it," he said, his curiosity piqued.

As Mike began to unravel the story behind the painting, Nexus's mind raced with possibilities.

"Centuries ago" Mike began his narration, "Arkanthos had been a malevolent force, a vampire of unprecedented power who reveled in chaos and destruction. His insatiable thirst for blood knew no bounds, and his mere presence sent shivers down the spines of even the bravest souls.

As the legend goes, Arkanthos's reign of terror reached a pinnacle that plunged the world into a shadowed abyss. Cities crumbled, and once-thriving landscapes succumbed to the darkness that trailed in his wake. The skies themselves wept as Arkanthos unleashed his unholy fury upon the unsuspecting realms.

Faced with the imminent threat of annihilation, a coalition of the world's greatest mages convened, setting aside their differences and rivalries in the face of an unprecedented menace. The Council of Elders, as they came to be known, comprised mages of unparalleled skill and wisdom. They understood that the only hope for salvation lay in the unity of their powers against the formidable vampire.

A fierce battle ensued, a symphony of magic and steel clashing against the malevolence that was Arkanthos. The skies crackled with arcane energy as the mages, each a master of their craft, fought valiantly to subdue the relentless force that sought to devour the world.

Despite their extraordinary abilities, many mages succumbed to the vampire's relentless onslaught. The casualties mounted, but the Council persevered, fueled by the urgency to prevent the cataclysmic consequences of Arkanthos's unbridled wrath.

In a climactic confrontation, the remaining mages combined their powers in a dazzling display of magical prowess. A seal, intricate and potent, materialized, imprisoning Arkanthos within the stone book. The world, exhausted and scarred, breathed a collective sigh of relief as the immediate threat was quelled.

However, the victory had come at a staggering cost. The Council of Elders, once a formidable assembly, now stood diminished, their sacrifice etched into the annals of history. The tale of Arkanthos and the valiant mages who dared to defy him became a cautionary narrative—a stark reminder of the consequences that could unfold if the stone book were ever destroyed.

As Mike recounted this ancient tale to Nexus, the weight of the legend hung in the air. The stone book, now a seemingly innocuous painting, harbored a power that transcended the boundaries of time. Nexus, drawn into the narrative, couldn't help but feel the gravity of the responsibility that came with the knowledge of the imprisoned vampire. The echoes of an age-old battle reverberated through the room, leaving Nexus with a newfound awareness of the formidable forces that lurked within the shadows.

Nexus's gaze inadvertently fell upon the painting depicting the stone book.

"I never imagined the stakes were this high," Nexus admitted, his voice tinged with a mix of awe and concern. "What happens if someone destroys the stone book?"

Mike's response was unwavering, his eyes reflecting the gravity of the situation. "Disaster will happen if someone destroys this stone book."

When Nexus heard this, he felt his intestines turn in horror. A chilling realization gripped him—the stone book that sealed the malevolent vampire Arkanthos was now in the possession of Dracula, and Nexus had unwittingly played a role in unlocking its arcane seals. The implications of his actions sent shivers down his spine, and a knot of fear tightened in the pit of his stomach.

The thought that the very creature from the legend might be unleashed by the hands of Dracula, a figure Nexus had come to regard with an odd mix of wariness and camaraderie, unsettled him. The connection between the unleashed vampire and the mysterious Necromancer who had targeted him and Nora loomed ominously in Nexus's mind.

In his gut, a disconcerting question lingered: Could Dracula be the Necromancer, the orchestrator of the recent attacks? Nexus grappled with conflicting emotions, torn between loyalty to a friend and the growing suspicion that the old vampire held secrets that transcended their seemingly casual encounters.

As Nexus contemplated revealing his unsettling revelation to Mike, a nagging doubt held him back. He had visited Dracula, and the old vampire had, in his own way, enlisted Nexus's help in unlocking the stone book. A promise of secrecy had been exchanged between them and it has turned to a pact that now weighed heavily on Nexus's conscience.

The conflict within Nexus intensified. On one hand, his instinct urged him to share this crucial information with Mike, a confidant who had proven to be a valuable ally. On the other hand, a sense of obligation and a promise made to Dracula tethered him to silence.

In the end, Nexus, burdened by the weight of secrets, chose to keep his newfound revelation close to his chest.

Nexus, concealing the turmoil beneath a mask of casual amusement, manages to stifle any hint of concern that might betray the unsettling truth he now holds. With a forced chuckle, he dismisses the ancient tale as a fanciful yarn fit for bedtime stories.

"Well, legends are usually just stories to spook children, right?" Nexus quips, a smirk playing on his lips. "I've never encountered a real vampire in all my travels."

Mike, seemingly in agreement, leans his hand on his chair. "Exactly, Nexus. Legends are born from a mix of fear and imagination. However, there are other supernatural beings that roam our world."

Nexus, veiling his true thoughts, continues the banter. "Like werewolves, I suppose? Do you believe in those?"

Mike's response is measured, his eyes reflecting a blend of skepticism and acknowledgment. "I don't believe in the fantastical aspects of the legend, but werewolves, in a more mundane sense, are real. Reaves himself faced off against these formidable creatures during his exploits."

Nexus raises an eyebrow, feigning mild surprise. "Werewolves? How exciting! Though, I guess encounters with them are quite rare these days?"

Mike nods in agreement. "Indeed. While werewolves were once more prevalent, their numbers seem to have dwindled over time. Nowadays, very few people stumble upon these creatures. Perhaps they've adapted, or maybe their existence has become more elusive."

As they delve into the topic of supernatural beings, Nexus can't help but feel a tinge of irony. The conversation dances around the edge of the truth he's chosen to withhold—the reality that, in the shadows, a vampire, once confined to legend, now lurks with the potential to wreak havoc.

As Nexus rises to take his leave, Mike's voice cuts through the air, a solemn undertone underscoring his words. "Nexus, a word of advice before you go," Mike begins, a weighty seriousness in his gaze that demands attention.