Catgirls And Dungeons
Chapter 230: NightWhizkersz Clan

Chapter 230: NightWhizkersz Clan

The NightWhizkersz Clan.

Long ago, so long that history blurred into legend, there was a star that fell from the sky.

But it was no ordinary star.

It was black, obsidian-dark, and pulsed with otherworldly energy. When it struck the earth, it didn’t explode into a sea of fire, nor did it cause any catastrophe. Instead, it simply embedded itself deep into the land, silent and still, becoming a part of the landscape like it had always belonged there.

And so, curious and fearful, the people started approaching. From all kingdoms in Faunae, hundreds of thousands of people... scholars, mages, even kings and queen themselves... they all came to witness and explore it.

And when they breached its shell, they discovered something astonishing:

The star was hollow.

Inside was a vast, an ancient ruined city unlike anything seen before. And at its heart stood a gate, a portal to a separate dimension... And inside that dimension, there was a sanctuary space brimming with divine knowledge, powerful relics, and artifacts.

Some claimed it was the fallen palace of a forgotten god.

Others believed it was a fragment of a divine civilization that once ruled the stars.

Whatever the truth, it later became known as the Secret Night Sanctuary.

But reaching its treasures was no simple task.

To claim even a sliver of its power, one had to undergo a perilous trial, a trial crafted by a mysterious will that governed the sanctuary.

In the end, out of the hundreds of thousands who dared, only ten would ever succeed. And those ten, marked by their triumph, were never allowed to leave as mere mortals again.

By the will of the dungeon, or perhaps the entity that slumbered within, they were chosen, transformed.

Blessed with Divine Blood, they gained unmatched control over darkness mana, monstrous strength, and inherited talent beyond comprehension. And not only them, their descendants would also carry those gifts forward, generation after generation.

And just like that, the NightWhizkersz Clan was born, a Clan said to carry Divine blood in their veins.

Now, bound in secrecy, they became the eternal guardians of the sanctuary, vowed to be its protectors, its worshippers. They alone held the right to explore it, to delve into its secrets. They alone could hear the will of the entity that resided within.

And so, the right to challenge the dungeon became a privilege reserved only for the NightWhizkersz.

You had to be born of the bloodline, or marry into it.

....

Fast forward a few more decades.

One day, There appeared a remarkable woman from the NightWhizkersz Clan. It was said that she emerged from the depths of the Secret Night Sanctuary, bearing a weapon unlike any other, gifted to her by the divine entity inside it.

A Divine Weapon.

Sheol—the Sword of the End.

No one knew why the sanctuary gave it to her, nor what trials she had to endure to claim it. But once she held it, everything changed.

With Sheol in hand, she carved her name into the annals of Zehrak’s history, a single figure who shaped the fate of nations.

They called her the Queen of Darkness.

Because wherever she walked, shadows followed. Darkness rippled in her wake like a second skin. On the battlefield, she was unstoppable. Her presence alone was enough to tilt the tide of war. Some even claimed that her blade could blot out the sun, that even a single strike could erase mountains.

With such power, she played a key role in ending the Great War, the centuries-long conflict between Terra and Faunae, between humankind and the Furrens. Her legend should have echoed through every age.

But then, suddenly, she vanished.

One day, without warning, the Queen of Darkness disappeared. Sheol vanished with her, and over time, so did her story.

Centuries passed, and stories became whispers; whispers became silence. Her name was lost to dust and time, spoken only in secret by the few who still remembered. Perhaps someone had worked in the shadows to erase her legacy. Perhaps it was the NightWhiskers Clan themselves.

Whatever the reason, the world forgot her.

But now, the Sword of the End had appeared once more.

Not in the hands of the Queen of Darkness, but in those of someone new.

Ereskia Vivianne NightWhiskers.

A Cat Furren.

An A-rank adventurer. A rising force within the ShadowFang Guild.

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Lucian whispered into her ear, his voice like poison, "what else did you think all of this was for?"

His breath was calm, almost tender. But the agony he inflicted was anything but.

Inside her chest, the parasite writhed like a serpent set aflame, tearing through her mana core with brutal malice. Each throb of pain was a dagger, each heartbeat a scream. She wanted to faint due to the pain, but she could not.

"That’s right," he murmured, stepping back with a wicked smile. "I’m after the sword. Always have been. You know, pain, suffering, hope... They’re the greatest fuels a soul can offer. And you, Ereskia, you’ve burned so beautifully."

"You... bastard..." Ereskia gasped, blood staining her lips, each word trembling with fury.

Because now—now she saw it all.

Everything.

All the pieces had finally fallen into place.

Now she understood...

Why had Lucian always been so kind, so gentle? Why had he taken her and Larpard in after their father disappeared? Why had he raised her like his own daughter, taught her swordsmanship, strategy, and magic?

Why had he believed in her, when no one else did?

He had been the one to nurture her dream—the only one who ever held her hand and said, "We’ll find your father together."

The only one who gave her hope instead of trying to extinguish it.

But turns out... it was all a lie, a beautifully crafted illusion.

Every moment of warmth, every shared story, every lesson, they had all been part of his grand design.

Lucian didn’t care about her, or Larpard, or their dreams.

He didn’t care about any of that!

He had only been waiting.

Waiting for one of them to grow strong—strong enough to return to the NightWhizkersz Clan.

Strong enough to enter the Secret Night Sanctuary.

Strong enough... to draw the Sword of the End back into the world.

And now, Ereskia realized—

Lucian had won.

He had succeeded.

Because she had grown strong.

She had entered the Sanctuary.

And she had obtained Sheol—for him.

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