Eldritch Assassin: Reincarnated With An SSS-Rank Devouring System
Chapter 43: Chronicles Of Neo-Dawn

Chapter 43: Chronicles Of Neo-Dawn

Kael’s boots echoed softly on the staircase as he ascended to the top floor of the library. The air grew cooler, the scent of dust and aged leather thickening with each step.

At the landing, a guardian loomed—a towering figure in dark robes, his face was completely hidden by a hood and mask, his aura pulsing with strength slightly stronger than his uncle, Gavric.

The man’s eyes turned sharp as flint, fixed on Kael.

"Sigil," the guardian rasped, his voice like gravel.

Kael pulled a medallion free, holding it up. It was a silver medallion etched with House Veyne’s snarling wolf. The wolf’s eyes glinted in the dim light, and the guardian’s gaze flicked between it and Kael’s face.

A moment passed, heavy with scrutiny, before the man stepped aside, his robe rustling. "Enter."

The door creaked open, revealing a chamber far less grand than the lower floors. Shelves stood sparse, their wood warped and sagging under the weight of a few dozen tomes. Dust motes danced in the slanted light filtering through a single cracked window.

The opulence of the library’s lower levels—polished oak, gilded spines, bustling scholars—was absent here. This was a forgotten place, a graveyard for knowledge deemed too important or too obscure.

Kael’s silver eyes scanned the room. The faint hum of energy lingered, woven into the books themselves, as if they were sealed by old formations.

He moved forward, his Bloodthread Mantle trailing silently, and ran his fingers along the spines. Most were unmarked, their leather cracked or faded. One caught his eye—a heavy tome, its cover a deep, worn brown, the title embossed in faded gold: Chronicles of Neo-Dawn.

He pulled it free, the weight surprising him. The leather felt warm, almost alive, as if it held memories of its own. Settling at a scarred wooden table, Kael opened the book, its pages yellowed and crisp.

The first lines introduced the author, Caspian Sagemont, a scholar from the Aurelian Empire, and a wanderer who had chased the Azure World’s secrets across its vast lands. His words were personal, almost like a confessional diary, written in the twilight of his life.

Kael’s pulse quickened as he read the opening page, confirming the world’s name—the Azure World—and its composition: 65% land, 35% water, and five known continents.

The scholar wrote that he only had enough lifespan to explore one continent: the Endless Plains, the second largest, a land so vast it dwarfed imagination.

The text painted the Endless Plains as a web of power. It contains dozens of Empires, Dynasties, Alliances, Pavilions, Sects, and Academies, each a titan in its own right. Beneath them sprawled hundreds of lesser and subordinate factions: Kingdoms, Clans, Guilds, and more, all vying for dominance or survival.

The Valoria Kingdom, Kael’s home, was but one of over seventy factions within the Aurelian Empire’s borders, a speck in the grand mosaic. Kael’s jaw dropped. The scale of it all was staggering, a reminder of how small his current life was compared to the ambitions burning in his soul.

He turned the page, and a timeline of eras unfolded with the author’s comments on the side. Each entry was a shard of the Azure World’s violent history:

1. Primordial Era – Shrouded in myth and its dates are lost to time.

2. 1st Devil Era – A dark age of unknown horrors, unrecorded.

3. Era of the 1st Great War – A time of chaos without a calendar, its scars still seen in ruins.

4. Ancient Emperor Era – Born 15,000 years after the Great War, a time of godlike rulers.

5. 1st Era of Wars – 8,500 years later. A fractured age of blood and ambition.

6. Era of Emperors – 5,000 years after the Era of Wars.

7. 2nd Devil Era – 11,000 years later, a second descent into darkness. Only little-known records of the races.

8. 2nd Era of Wars – 1,000 years later, a cycle of strife was reborn.

9. Era of the Great Calamity – 3,000 years later, a cataclysm that reshaped the world. Dividing it into the five continents of today.

10. Neo-Dawn Era – 10,000 years after the Great Calamity, and the present era.

Kael’s breath caught in his throat, his fingers gripping the page as he stared at the Era of Emperors. "Twenty-five thousand years." The number hit like a hammer. It had already been twenty-five thousand years since he was betrayed and killed by those he trusted.

His betrayal, his death, the faces of those he’d trusted—they were probably dust now, lost to millennia. His vision blurred, not from tears but from the weight of time itself.

With so many years gone, how would he exact his revenge? What if his enemies were all long dead? His mood dampened at the thought of that.

He’d been reborn, given a second chance, but for what? Revenge was his fire, yet how could he burn those already claimed by death? What was the use of a second chance at life if he couldn’t punish those who wronged him?

The faces of his enemies flashed—smirking, mocking his helplessness—and his chest tightened.

A minute passed with his breathing ragged, before he forced himself to exhale, calming down. Since the perpetrators were most likely dead, their descendants, if any were left in this world, would suffer for the sins of their ancestors, he swore to himself.

"Blood for blood," his crimson-flecked eyes hardening.

He flipped to the final page, the scholar’s last entry: Year 5874, Neo-Dawn Era.

10,000 years since the Great Calamity.

45,500+ years since the Ancient Emperor Era.

"Twenty-five thousand years since my death," he muttered. The world had changed, but his purpose hadn’t. He’d carve his path, starting here, in Valoria.

Closing the book, Kael leaned back, the chair creaking under him. The chamber felt smaller now, and the silence heavier. His mind churned, piecing together the information.

The Aurelian Empire, the Endless Plains, the past and present eras—none matched the world he’d known in his past life except the Era of Emperors.

Had the Great Calamity reshaped everything? Or was this a different realm entirely? The Seal Fragment, hidden in his mantle, pulsed faintly as if responding to his thoughts. He needed more—texts, answers, anything to unravel the truth.

He rose, returned the book to its shelf, and scanned the room again. Another book caught his eye, its cover black and unadorned, its aura heavier than the others.

He reached for it, but a faint hum of energy sparked against his fingers, a warding formation. His —Predator’s Instincts— flared, sensing danger, and he withdrew his hand.

He couldn’t access the book yet. He’d need a stronger cultivation or a higher sigil, probably his father’s, to break that seal.

The guardian’s shadow shifted near the door, a subtle reminder of his presence. Kael’s time was short. He grabbed a thinner tome, Tales of the Endless Plains, and skimmed its pages.

The light outside dimmed, the sun dipping low. Kael tucked the book under his arm, nodding to the guardian as he left. The man said nothing, his eyes tracking Kael until the door shut.

Outside, Wolfsgate buzzed with evening life. Torches flickered, casting shadows on the cobbled streets. Merchants packed their stalls, their voices haggling over items.

Kael mounted his horse, the beast snorting as he urged it toward Veyne Mansion. The ride was quiet and soon his thoughts drifted to Sera and Sylvara, their laughter a rare warmth in his cold world.

He’d protect them, build a foundation here, but his eyes were set beyond Valoria—beyond the Aurelian Empire.

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