Sign In To The Body Of Chaos At The Start-Chapter 89: Other Perspectives!

Back in the Dragon Clan, the mountain peaks were completely silent. Even the skies, usually bursting with vibrant mana currents, seemed muted, as if the world itself was holding its breath.

Artemis was standing on top of the Jade Flame Pavilion, one of the highest peaks of the Dragon Clan’s citadel, her arms crossed as she looked into the distant sky, thinking about Damon who had left a few days ago due to her mother.

The horizon shimmered with twilight mist, tinged faintly with celestial aether from the boundary between realms. She had stood there for hours, unmoving.

Her Spirit Senses had gone completely silent the moment Damon had disappeared and been teleported to the Primordial Era. No Spirits flocked around her to whisper about him, not even a glimpse of his aura, just nothing.

It was as if he’d ceased to exist. However, Artemis knew he was alive, deep down, her gut told her otherwise.

Her finger nails dug into her palm, almost drawing blood as she thought about all the danger he was in, if he was gravely injured, and worse, if he would potentially die in that Era.

~CLICK!~

Behind her, the marble doors of the Jade Flame Pavilion opened with a gentle hiss and inside stepped her mother.

Talia.

Clad in robes woven from dragonscale silk, her golden eyes glittered with timeless authority. She approached with quiet, composed steps, though her presence was anything but soft.

"I warned you," Talia said, voice cool, but not unkind. "Attachment is a weakness in our lineage, Artemis. The moment you tied yourself to him, you jeopardized your growth. As the Future Huntress, power is everything for you."

Artemis didn’t respond, just ignoring her mother as she stared at the distant horizon in frustration.

Talia sighed and stepped beside her daughter, gazing out into the same shimmering sky.

"Do you think I hate him?"

Artemis blinked, scoffing as she spoke, "I don’t know what to think anymore."

Talia’s voice lowered. "I don’t hate Damon. But if he fails this trial, he doesn’t deserve you."

Artemis spun to face her mother, fury flashing, "You threw him into a cursed battlefield from a dead era! You sent him to a place where gods fear to look. And you did it to ’test’ him? Is that what you call love?!"

"I did it to protect you," Talia replied sharply, "You have no idea what lies ahead for someone with your destiny. And if he cannot endure the Abyss, he cannot stand beside you when it matters most."

"That’s not your decision to make!"

"No," Talia murmured, her voice softer now. "It’s his."

Silence followed, heavy and aching.

Artemis turned away again, biting her lip to contain the storm in her chest. Her heart was racing, yet her instincts pulsed steady. Damon hadn’t fallen.

And if he was fighting, then she would too.

She took a long breath. "I’m going to the training sanctum."

Talia’s brows lifted. "Now?"

Artemis met her eyes, fierceness returning, "If he’s out there defying death for me, then I’m not sitting on my ass waiting to be rescued. I’m getting stronger, for him, for myself, for what’s to come."

Talia watched her go, and though her expression didn’t shift, she was happy in her mind, happy Artemis was finally taking her training seriously and going on the path of getting stronger.

"Talon, I wish you could see your daughter now."

***

Elsewhere in the Dragon Clan Domain

Moonshadow Garden – Residence of Astralene

After speaking to Malik, Astralene was given this garden as a permanent residence for her to stay and train. The gentle wind blew through the courtyard of the secluded estate as Astralene sat quietly beneath the cherry blossom tree her spirits coaxed to bloom.

She held a cup of starlight-infused tea in one hand, eyes closed, her breathing calm and measured.

Even with her connection to Damon, bonded through spirit, fate, and a soul-anchored vow, she couldn’t sense him directly.

But she could feel... something. Like the vibration of a string pulled taut across the cosmos. He was alive. That much she knew, she just didn’t know where exactly he was, and what he was doing.

However, she trusted him. She opened her eyes slowly, glancing toward the shifting clouds above.

"You’re stubborn," she whispered into the wind, a soft smile playing on her lips,"But you’ll come back."

The spirits in her courtyard buzzed faintly, drawn to her focus.

She stood, brushing her skirt smooth, and walked back toward her crafting chamber. Inside, ancient spirit-forged metals lined the walls. She approached a small box carved from moonstone and opened it gently.

Inside lay a half-finished pendant, the core made from a fragment of her spirit realm, carved into the shape of a crescent.

"I’ll finish this," she murmured, running her fingers over it. "And when you return, I’ll give it to you. Not as a weapon... but as a promise."

Her cheeks flushed softly, even in the empty room.

"...Maybe I’ll give it to you after we kiss."

***

Azure Dragon Palace Training Hall

For the first time in centuries, the grand hall echoed with familiar footsteps.

Sapphire, Damon’s, walked gracefully into the empty sparring field, where her lover and Damon’s father, Malik, waited in silence.

Malik looked the same. Broad-shouldered, mischievous smirk, hair tied back lazily. A long coat of dragon hide covered his form, and a massive halberd hung across his back.

"You’re late," Sapphire said with narrowed eyes, arms crossed, "Years, Malik."

"Fashionably," Malik grinned, unbothered as he stared at Sapphire’s body, "You look radiant as ever."

She rolled her eyes, but a smile tugged at her lips. They approached each other. For a moment, neither said anything. Then, surprisingly, she embraced him.

"Idiot," she muttered.

"I missed you too," he replied softly.

They separated, and the tension that had coiled in the air began to dissolve.

"You’ve heard what Talia did?" Sapphire asked, now walking alongside him.

Malik’s face darkened slightly. "Sent our boy into a Primordial trial. Not even a warm-up?"

Sapphire chuckled, a touch bitter, "She says it’s a test of worth."

Malik shrugged, "She would. Always has been the ’prove or perish’ type."

"But she’s not wrong," Sapphire admitted. "If Damon is going to survive what’s coming, he needs to be more than powerful, he needs to be undeniable."

"And you think he’ll make it?"

Sapphire’s smile faded, but her eyes glowed, "He’s our son."

Malik smirked, "Damn right."

They reached the scrying platform, where several crystal spheres hovered in silence, their glow dimmed from disconnection.

"He’s past reach," Sapphire said quietly, "Not even the ancestral spirits can see him."

"But the Abyss can," Malik muttered.

She turned to him, "And that’s what worries me."

A long pause.

Then Sapphire continued, more seriously this time. "I’ve been getting reports from my friends in the Elven Domain. The Abyss is moving. Whispered cults. Shadow formations. Soul distortion in the sacred groves."

"Trying to spread Damnation?"

Sapphire nodded, "It’s no coincidence Damon was sent there now. Talia’s preparing him... but we need to prepare ourselves too."

Malik flexed his hand, summoning the halberd onto his back. "Guess we’ll need to sharpen our blades again."

***

Meanwhile, in the deepest hollows of the Dragon Clan’s spire, Varus and Antares sat across from each-other with a table carved from the bones of fallen beasts between them.

"It’s time to call in our contacts," Varus said coldly, "The ones who still remember the old pacts. The ones who owe us."

Antares’s eyes narrowed, a quiet thrill bleeding into his voice. "You mean them?"

"Yes." Varus’s tone turned to steel,"The Eldritch Sovereigns of the Abyss. The ones who don’t care about victory or failure, just destruction."

"Are you sure this is okay? Not even we can control them, what’s stopping them from rampaging across the world once summoned. They’ll absorb too much poiwer from Damon and the others they kill." Antares asked, worried.

"That doesn’t matter. I’ll kill them as soon as they kill Damon. That’ll avoid the disaster and put me in a better light." Varus said.

A beat of silence passed.

"Damon must die the moment he reappears. If he isn’t erased before he reaches our level of power..." Varus’s expression hardened, "then we won’t get a second chance."

Antares nodded once, "No mistakes."

The mirror pulsed. The Abyss was listening.

And the call had already begun.

***

Back atop the Broken Sky Expanse

Damon stood near the heart of the city, staring into the abyssal rift where light and time bled into one another. The faces of those he loved flickered across his mind, Artemis, Astralene, his mother, his father.

He couldn’t feel them. Couldn’t reach them.

But he knew they were waiting.

He clenched his fist, and the [ Codex of Judgment ] shimmered beside him, its pages twitching like a heartbeat.

"I’m not done."

He stepped forward, toward the final stretch. Toward the cathedral of horrors where fate, will, and Damnation would collide.

This wasn’t just a trial anymore.

It was war.

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