Jinn BLADE
Chapter 89 | Seized by Greed

Chapter 89: Chapter 89 | Seized by Greed

Jinn struggled, flailing his body as the black eidra coiled tighter around him, its grip refusing to give even a sliver of space around his body.

The pressure increased with every second, wrapping around his limbs and chest like a living chain of shadow.

"Motherfucker, what are you trying to do!?" he yelled, fury in his voice—eyes locked onto Verkaryon with a sharpness that is laced with anger.

But Verkaryon remained silent, offering no answer.

His expression was unreadable, his red eyes devoid of emotion.

He ascended, carrying Jinn with him, both figures cutting through the air as they raced toward the broken mountain that loomed in the distance.

Above them, the sky still churned with the presence of the monstrous, writhing eye that had earlier torn the world’s tension apart.

*Flap! *Flap! *Flap!

Verkaryon’s wings flapped violently, each beat echoing like thunder as they soared higher and then suddenly descended.

In a flash, they crashed onto the rocky summit of the broken mountain,

*CRASH!!

a storm of dust and debris bursting out from where they landed as the earth shook under the impact.

Jinn rolled across the stone but managed to find his footing quickly.

The grip of the eidra loosened just enough, and he broke free with a quick twist, landing on his feet

*SCHWING!!

while unsheathing his blade in one smooth motion.

"Where did you bring me, you bastard!?" he shouted, raising his sword defensively, his muscles tensed while his stance ready.

Verkaryon gave no reply.

Instead, he fell to two knees.

Above them, the monstrous eye writhed again.

Cracks of dark eidra split the sky like lightning as the massive eye shuddered.

Then, with a deafening crack, it shattered.

*crack...! *Crack...! *CRACK!!!

Chunks of otherworldly mass crumbled away, and from behind that broken veil, a great void opened—a gaping maw of absolute nothing.

Jinn’s breath caught in his throat. He stared, unblinking, into the void. There was no color, no shape, no sense. It was absence incarnate. His eidra stirred wildly, reacting to the unnatural presence, and a sudden stab of pain shot through his eyes, forcing him to cry out and clutch his face.

He staggered back, gasping, just as the sky wept.

Darkness poured from the broken heavens in a great torrent, not like water but like sentient shadow—drifting, slithering, and growing.

It rolled across the sky, then descended like a tidal wave of smoke—slow yet crushing—flowing across the summit like an invading tide.

From the center of this darkness, a form began to take shape.

At first it was a blur, undefined.

Then it hardened—becoming something humanoid.

The figure stood tall, cloaked in jet-black armor that shimmered with an oily gleam.

A helmet adorned with crown-like horns sat atop its head, and from its back rose a thick aura of writhing black eidra.

The blade it held was massive, larger than normal, and it pulsed like it was alive.

Embedded in the sword’s center was a heart—beating, glowing, and twisting with every breath the figure took.

Jinn stepped back instinctively—not in fear, but in preparation.

He planted his feet. His blade ignited with crimson eidra, lines of power cracking along its surface as he gripped it tighter.

A cold drop of sweat rolled down his temple.

This presence, whatever it was.

It was dangerous.

"Hail, Lord of Greed... the true king. Lord Malgareth," Verkaryon said, his voice shaking.

He dropped forward, his forehead slamming into the earth in a deep, reverent bow. He dared not look up.

Malgareth’s steps were slow but heavy.

With each one, the mountain trembled.

The air thickened around him, his presence suffocating.

Jinn watched him close the distance, the clinking of his armor ringing louder than any war drum.

Yet Jinn didn’t hesitate.

He slashed his sword forward, unleashing a massive wave of crimson eidra.

*Bang!!

It shot across the ground like a streak of lightning, roaring toward Malgareth with blinding speed.

The force was enough to split boulders.

But the attack collided,

and nothing happened.

Dust billowed into the air, but Malgareth remained unmoved.

He hadn’t blocked.

He hadn’t even raised a hand.

He had simply let the attack hit him, and it had done nothing.

The dust cleared, revealing his gleaming armor untouched.

"Mhm... the eidra of the Sorellia," Malgareth said aloud, raising one arm slightly.

Along his arm, crimson eidra began to crack and flare.

Jinn’s eyes widened.

"Wait... that’s—"

The aura, the resonance—it was familiar.

Too familiar.

It was the same eidra composition he had felt during his training, the same energy that clung to Venedix, to Zendrell, and even Merelyn.

"How do yo—"

He couldn’t finish the question.

*BOOM!

A blast of that same crimson eidra erupted from Malgareth’s hand, crashing into Jinn with immense force.

He crossed his sword in front of him to block, but the sheer power sent him flying.

*Crash!

Jinn hit the ground hard, skidding backward before dropping to a knee.

He pushed up, trying to find his stance again, but Malgareth was already there—towering over him.

Without warning, Malgareth stomped down,

*Crack!

pinning Jinn’s sword hand to the ground.

Before Jinn could react, Malgareth reached down and gripped him by the neck, lifting him into the air—his blade slipping from his hands.

"Blue eyes," he muttered, studying Jinn like a puzzle piece. "But has the eidra of the Sorellia..."

His grip tightened.

"Kurghk!" Jinn choked to the pressure.

"And... Muradryn. So I was right."

With a burst of motion, he slammed Jinn into the ground.

*BANG!

The impact cracked the surface of the mountain.

Jinn lay dazed, the wind knocked from him, his vision swimming—before falling unconscious.

Malgareth turned his back without another word and began to raise his hand, tearing through the air itself.

*Crack!

The fabric of reality split at his touch, revealing a churning void beyond. A portal.

"Bring him to my domain." Malgareth spoke.

Verkaryon, still bowed low, dared to speak.

"What about the rest of the slaves, my lord? What shall we do with them?"

"Leave them," Malgareth said without turning.

"The empire is closing in. I can feel it."

Verkaryon said nothing more.

He rose, carefully lifting Jinn’s unconscious body onto his shoulder.

With one last glance at the mountain summit, he stepped into the portal behind his master, the rift sealing shut with a soundless snap.

But all was not lost.

Unseen by either of them, hidden behind a shattered boulder near the mountain’s edge, a small drone hovered silently.

Its lens shimmered as it recorded everything—the arrival of Malgareth, the clash, Jinn’s capture.

The footage streamed away, a quiet beacon in the chaos, carrying the truth of what had happened into the sky and back toward those who might be watching it.