Chapter 4: The Awakening of the Reincarnator

The battlefield was a ruin. The once-peaceful village had become a war zone, with knights clashing against robed cultists while Abyssal Beasts rampaged through the streets. Dark tendrils slithered across the ground, leaving decay in their wake, consuming wood, stone, and even the bodies of the fallen.

Amidst the chaos, Raine stood completely relaxed.

He stretched his arms lazily and let out a small yawn. "You guys sure know how to ruin a good meal."

A cultist lunged at him, a curved dagger glowing with eerie purple light, aimed at his throat.

Without even turning to look, Raine side-stepped at the last second. The cultist’s blade missed its mark, and before he could react, Raine flicked his finger toward the man’s forehead.

BAM!

The cultist was sent flying backward, crashing into a wooden cart with enough force to shatter it. He didn’t get up.

Seraphina, still fighting nearby, caught sight of the casual display of power. Her grip on her sword tightened.

"He’s toying with them."

She had always known Raine was powerful. The legends of the Reincarnator spoke of an immortal warrior who had lived countless lives, wielding skills and knowledge beyond human comprehension. But seeing him fight with zero effort—as if none of this truly mattered—was unsettling.

Meanwhile, the remaining cultists hesitated. The air around Raine shifted, an unseen pressure building.

One of the cultists, a tall figure with a scar running across his face, stepped forward. Unlike the others, he exuded a darker, more powerful aura.

"You…" the cultist rasped. His crimson eyes gleamed under his hood. "You are the one we seek."

Raine raised an eyebrow. "Am I?"

The cultist stretched out his arms. The symbols tattooed across his skin flared to life, pulsating with Abyssal energy.

"The Abyss has foreseen your presence. It has chosen you."

Raine sighed. "Yeah, I don’t really do cult stuff."

Before the cultist could respond, Raine vanished.

He reappeared right in front of the man, lifting his hand casually—before driving his palm into the cultist’s chest.

A massive shockwave erupted, sending debris flying as the cultist was blasted backward, tumbling through the air before slamming into a stone wall.

The other cultists staggered back in shock.

Seraphina barely had time to react before she felt it—the shift in energy.

Something was changing.

The Abyss Stirs

The air turned heavy. Shadows twisted unnaturally, dark tendrils curling toward the cultist Raine had struck down.

Then—he moved.

The cultist, despite having suffered a direct hit from Raine, rose to his feet.

His body should have been broken. His ribs shattered. His spine crushed.

But instead, his wounds were healing.

Slowly. Unnaturally.

Raine narrowed his eyes. "Well, that’s annoying."

The cultist grinned, his lips stretching unnaturally wide. "You do not understand, do you?"

Raine tilted his head. "Nope. But I have a feeling you’re about to give me an evil monologue."

The cultist laughed. "We are not mere mortals. We are vessels of the Abyss. No matter how many times you strike us down—"

Raine moved before he could finish.

In a blink, he was in front of the cultist again—but this time, his hand crackled with raw energy.

BOOM!

The cultist’s body was obliterated.

Nothing remained but a crater in the ground.

The other cultists froze in horror.

Raine dusted off his hands. "Yeah, yeah, you’re all immortal or whatever. But I’ve met a lot of so-called 'immortals' before, and let me tell you…"

His golden eyes gleamed.

"They all die eventually."

Abyssal Manifestation

The remaining cultists suddenly let out inhuman shrieks, their bodies convulsing violently. Their skin turned ashen, their eyes glowing with abyssal energy.

Seraphina immediately recognized the transformation.

"They’re summoning something!" she shouted.

Raine turned toward the cultists as black energy surged from their bodies, merging together into a single entity.

A deep, rumbling growl echoed through the village.

From the shadows, a grotesque, multi-eyed monster emerged, its form constantly shifting as if reality itself was struggling to contain it.

The Abyssal Wraith.

It was not of this world.

It was a creature of the void, a being that devoured existence itself.

Seraphina’s heart pounded.

They were in trouble.

The monster’s many mouths opened at once, releasing a soundless scream. The very ground cracked and decayed beneath it.

"Raine!" Seraphina shouted. "We need to—"

She stopped.

Raine was smiling.

A slow, lazy smile.

Seraphina’s breath hitched.

"He’s… excited?"

Raine rolled his shoulders. The aura around him shifted again—this time, it was completely different.

His previous lazy, carefree attitude was gone.

For the first time since she met him…

She saw the true Reincarnator.

Raine took a step forward. And when he spoke—his voice was calm, yet absolute.

"You guys really don’t learn, huh?"

The Abyssal Wraith let out another distorted wail, tendrils lashing toward him.

Raine did not move.

And then—

He raised a single finger.

The world shook.

The sky above them rippled. The air collapsed inward, as if reality itself was caving under his sheer presence.

And then—the Wraith was gone.

Not destroyed. Not defeated.

It simply ceased to exist.

The cultists, witnessing the impossible, let out screams of pure terror.

Raine exhaled. "Man, I forgot how annoying these things were."

Seraphina was speechless.

The battle was over. Just like that.

But what terrified her the most… was not the power Raine displayed.

It was the casual way he had done it.

As if he had merely swatted a fly.

Raine turned back toward the village, stretching. "Alright, now that that’s done—"

He clapped his hands together.

"—can I go finish my meal?"

To Be Continued…

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