novelraw Chapter 221: Spilled Milk
Chapter 221: Spilled Milk
Soren had already escaped with Sophia who remained in a shocked state on his back.
If not, he would have definitely been surprised to know that Polystar’s second form had more versions.
Soren did not worry about Polystar for two reasons.
Firstly, he was a noble that cane from an obviously influential family.
Baron Alejandro might hate what had happened, but putting polystar to death hete would not be great for his much weaker family.
Secondly, the noble boy was too selfish, and only self serving when it came to saving Shades.
Meaning that he had a few aces in his sleeves—and that was why he was not afraid of facing either Red or Black.
Sophia’s dad was dead. This meant that Sophia was now free of the ridiculous oath binding her to the Elegidos family.
Essentially, their goal coming here was done.
What he had to do now. Was get her out of the town to somewhere safe—probably the shed that belong to her aunty.
Then he would regroup with the others and return to the academy.
Soren ran fast. The white robed men followed after him fast.
But normal humans could never catch up to the speed of soulbound warriors.
And bullets did not do any good.
At the same time, the ground shook, and soren could not help but wonder what was happening underground, especially with Bloodshine and Vass.
He hoped they were okay.
At such a time, the ground in front of him burst open as huge pillar of flames shot towards the sky.
His boots screeched to a halt as he turned side ways.
These flames were familiar.
Once the fire seized, two people flew out of the hole.
Bloodshine and Vass.
"Guys... what’s going on? What happened down there?"
"We do nøt need to leave... Now!" She grabbed Soren’s hand pulling him along.
Vass did not even talk, just dunning fast.
Soren did not understand what was going on. "What happened?"
"There’s no time to explain, Turdface!" Vass barked over his shoulder, his face pale beneath the soot. "We have to get out of here! The whole town! Everyone needs to get out!"
As they sprinted toward the town gates, the ground behind them groaned.
Massive geysers of green goo—thick, sentient, and glowing with a sickly light—shot out of the earth like volcanic vents.
The "sturdy" stone buildings that Alejandro had boasted about began to moan.
Cracks spider-webbed across the walls, and the green sludge began to ooze from the foundations.
Soren realized with a jolt of horror that the buildings weren’t made of stone—they were calcified Eldritch tissue.
The pressure in the air increased, a crushing weight on their lungs that felt like being submerged in deep water.
The festive marigolds and white lace that had decorated the town only hours ago were now being swallowed by a rising tide of nightmare.
The "miracle" of Los Favorecidos was dissolving in real-time.
The town square was a theater of agony. Some people stood frozen, hugging their loved ones in a final, desperate embrace, while others fell to their knees, clutching their Neuralink collars and screaming prayers to a goddess that wasn’t listening.
Then the goo reached them.
The green ectoplasm didn’t just touch the skin; it hunted it.
As the sludge rushed from the cracks in the cobblestones, it engulfed a group of elders mid-prayer, their voices bubbling into wet silence as they were dragged into the earth.
A father threw himself over his child to shield them, but the goo simply rose like a tide, cementing them together in a tomb of translucent rot.
It was the apocalypse reborn in a single town, a vision of the Old World’s end playing out before everyone’s eyes.
Soren’s heart hammered against his ribs.
Polystar... is he still in that hole?
He looked back toward the manor, which was now tilting precariously as the ground beneath it liquefied.
"The gate! There it is!" Vass shouted, pointing through the thick, smelling mist.
They lunged toward the open archway, but as Soren’s shoulder was about to clear the threshold, he hit something solid. It felt like slamming into a wall of reinforced glass.
The impact sent him, Bloodshine, and Vass reeling backward, their heads ringing from the shock.
"What the hell?" Vass snarled, crawling to his feet and slamming a golden-wreathed fist into the empty air.
A ripple of green, hexagonal light shimmered where he struck. "It’s a barrier! A Soul-Lock field!"
The field wasn’t just at the gate; it was a dome, sealing the entire town like a jar of preserves.
The townspeople who had reached the gate first were clawing at the invisible wall, their bloody fingernails leaving streaks on the shimmering force field as they begged for mercy.
Then, the ground beneath them began to "bloom."
Grotesque limbs, long and gnarled like the blackened trunks of ancient trees, burst through the stone.
They didn’t have hands—they had thousands of twitching, needle-thin fingers that stretched out for meters.
One limb whipped through a crowd of refugees, its fingers threading through their bodies and pulling them apart in a spray of crimson.
At the same time, the massive, table-sized mouths that had haunted Vass in the tunnels erupted under the feet of the crowd.
They didn’t just bite; they swallowed whole families in a single, sickening crunch of bone and wood.
"It’s nøt waking up," Bloodshine whispered, her voice trembling as she watched a toothy maw snap shut on a woman mere inches from the barrier.
Soren stood up, shifting Sophia’s weight on his back as he stared at the invisible wall. Behind them, the town was being devoured by the very foundations it was built upon, and they were trapped inside the belly of the beast.
The tentacles lunged at them. But Soren and the others easily defended themselves with their daggers.
Bloodshine frowned as she turnef to Vass. "Didn’t I tell you not to touch it?"
Vass gritted his teeth. The truth was that she was right.
But they couldn’t complain about spilled milk now. It was already too late.