Re-Awakening: Evolving My Shadow Limitlessly With A System-Chapter 19: Warning, Revenge, Sword Dragon

Lyra (MC’s Mother) POV

Lyra woke with a jolt.

Loud, frantic knocks echoed through the hallway.

She sat up immediately.

"Lyra? Why are you so loud first thing in the morning," Elira mumbled from beside her, rubbing her eyes.

The knocks came again, faster this time.

Lyra threw off the blanket and rushed to the door. Elira followed right behind her, more alert now.

When Lyra pulled the door open, she froze.

Seris was standing outside.

Her face was wet with tears. Her eyes were red and filled with panic. She was crying so hard her breaths came in hiccups.

Lyra bent down.

"Seris? What’s wrong, baby? What happened?"

Seris cried harder at that.

Elira crouched beside her daughter and wrapped her in her arms.

"Shh, sweetie. You’re okay. Tell us what’s wrong."

Seris mumbled something, barely intelligible through her sobs. But the words "blood" and "not waking up" sent a chill down Lyra’s spine.

’Did something happen in Seris’ room?’

Elira and Lyra locked eyes. The same fear rushed through both of them.

Without another word, Elira scooped Seris into her arms and they rushed down the hallway.

The nursery door was slightly ajar.

Lyra stepped inside first, and froze.

Her son lay on the floor, crumpled awkwardly.

His small frame looked so fragile. His breathing was faint and labored. Blood had soaked into his nightclothes, and his skin was pale, almost bluish.

A horrible sound escaped Lyra’s lips as she dropped to her knees and pulled him into her arms.

"No, no, no..."

He winced, his tiny face contorting in pain at her touch.

"Elira, help me! He’s bleeding. He’s not moving properly."

Elira hurried forward, still holding Seris close. Her face was pale with shock.

Then the door to the hallway burst open, slamming against the wall.

Adrian stormed in, his face drenched in sweat, hair a mess.

"Lyra! There was an intruder. He put everyone to sleep last night. We lost documents, some gold—"

He trailed off.

Lyra wasn’t looking at him. She was shaking, cradling their son as if the world around her didn’t exist.

Adrian stepped forward.

"What happened?"

He saw the blood.

Everything inside him froze.

Countless emotions erupted in his gaze.

Worry. Fear. Shock. Anger.

Adrian closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

As the head of the household, he needed to remain calm. Especially now.

When he opened his eyes, his entire presence changed.

The warmth in his eyes was replaced by a chilling cold.

A hollow grey washed over his gaze.

"Lyra," he said, voice unnervingly calm. "Let me see him."

She hesitated, but her hands were trembling too much to argue.

Adrian gently took the child and laid him on the bed, then unbuttoned his shirt.

A dark bruise bloomed across the toddler’s chest.

"Broken ribs," Adrian muttered under his breath.

He glanced around the room.

The golden toys—the ones from last night party—were missing. The thief must’ve entered the nursery.

Adrian looked at the blood again.

’There was no way this was a standard robbery.’

Adrian already knew this was done by a supernatural person. The sleeping gas, and the missing gold (only gold was stolen, not cash) confirmed that.

But seeing son injured, he realized something.

’The robbery was a front.’

’Their actual target was him.’

Injuring his son, and leaving him in a half-dead state.

It was a clearly an act of malicious intent towards Adrian.

’It’s as if the attacker wanted me to know he could harm my family anytime, and I won’t be able to stop them.’

Lyra was sobbing now, unable to understand how any of this had happened.

Adrian pulled her into a hug and kissed her forehead.

"I’ll call the doctor. He’ll be alright. I promise."

"I... I didn’t know what happened. I can swear on our family name we have no hands on it..." Elira spoke nervously.

The last person in the room with Adrian’s son was Seris, Elira’s daughter.

"You don’t need to worry, Elira. No one is blaming Seris, or you. We know you haven’t done anything."

His voice remained even, but Elira couldn’t calm down after seeing the ’grey dullness’ in his eyes, and the barely contained storm within them.

The air around him felt heavier, as if the house itself was holding its breath.

They called the doctor immediately.

After a thorough examination, the doctor looked grim.

"He has two fractured ribs, internal bleeding, and bruising along his back and side. From the signs, the injury was blunt force. If you had waited even a few more hours before calling me..."

He didn’t finish.

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Lyra broke down again.

Elira held her hand while Seris clung to her side, crying loudly.

Adrian stayed silent as the doctor packed up and left.

Once alone, he walked into the hall, pulled out his phone, and made a call.

"I need you here. Right now."

A few hours later, a woman arrived.

Nisha Hall.

She was tall, with long legs and black hair that came down to her waist. Dressed in tight black jeans and a fitted coat, she had twin swords at her waist.

She looked irritated.

"Bastard. Did you finally sell away the last of your shame? You have a lot of nerve calling me after—"

"Please take guard my family for a day. You’re the only one I can trust right now."

She blinked.

Then she noticed his eyes.

They were the same hollow grey that were the symbol of Daelthorn House.

"...Who are you going to kill, Adrian?"

He didn’t respond.

A sigh escaped her lips.

"What happened?"

"Follow me. I’ll show you what happened."

She followed him through the house, until they reached the bedroom where the child rested.

Lyra sat beside the bed, eyes swollen, still sniffling.

"Lyra why are you crying— Wait, is that your son? What happened to him?"

Lyra looked up, startled. Recognition flickered in her eyes.

"Nisha?"

Nisha nodded, then heard about what had happened.

Inwardly, he cursed her tongue for recklessly asking why their son was injured.

She awkwardly stepped forward. She wasn’t great with emotions, but she sat beside Lyra and tried to comfort her.

That night, everyone stayed inside. The air was thick with anxiety. Nisha remained in the hallway, her swords at the waist.

Adrian was in his room.

He wore black slacks, a white shirt, and black gloves.

He tightened the belt around his waist, then knelt and pulled out a hidden compartment from the bottom of his drawer.

A single katana lay inside, wrapped in aged silk.

He stared at it.

The sword had a presence of death around it.

Adrian strapped the sheathed katana to his belt.

Its presence was still comfortable to him after years of disuse.

He pulled on a long, dark coat, letting the blade vanish beneath its folds.

As he left his room and walked through the corridors, Nisha suddenly appeared in front of him.

She blocked his path.

"You’re going to the main house, aren’t you?"

"I’ll be back by morning."

"Adrian, think about this. If you go back there, you know what’ll happen. Don’t go—"

"Nisha, my son was harmed, and it happened on his first birthday."

Adrian stared at her with his grey, hollow eyes.

"This wasn’t the work of a rogue supernatural," he continued. "If it was, they wouldn’t have harmed only my son, and left him half-dead. They would’ve either only stolen things or injured everyone. This was different."

His voice remained steady.

"It was a message. A warning, directed at me. Adrian Daelthorn."

Nisha went still.

It had been years since Adrian used his true name.

"Only someone from the main house could’ve done this. They are the only ones who know my real identity, and where I live now."

Years ago, the head of House Daelthorn had given Adrian a choice.

Be executed for his crimes, or destroy his own dantian, cripple himself, and live in exile under a false identity.

He chose the latter.

But even that wasn’t enough for some.

Many within the house believed he’d gotten off easy.

They wanted him, the ’traitor’, to be executed.

"Someone from the main house chose my son’s first birthday to attack," Adrian said. "And they didn’t come for me. They came for my child, and left him half-dead."

He didn’t need to explain what that meant.

It was a message.

That this was just the beginning.

That something worse would happen in the future.

And that Adrian could not protect his family even if he knew everything.

Nisha clenched her fists.

"Adrian, let’s not get hasty. We should focus on hiring guards instead of getting revenge. I have friends who owe me favors—"

"Yes, we will hire guards," Adrian cut her off. "But if they think they can harm my family and walk away untouched, they’re wrong. They need to learn there are things you don’t do."

He stepped past her.

Nisha turned quickly, following him toward the hallway.

"You’re seriously going back there? That’s suicide. You know what they’ll do if you return from your exile?"

"They’ll try to kill me."

She grabbed his arm, forcing him to turn.

"You’re walking into their territory. You’re not even supposed to be alive in their eyes. The moment you step foot near the estate—"

"Nisha." Adrian pried her fingers off his arm. "I’ll be back by the morning."

He walked past the hallway.

It was time he reminded them why Adrian was once called the Sword Dragon.

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