Shadow Monarch in DC
Chapter 144: Arise, Kamish

Chapter 144: Arise, Kamish

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The Demon King Longsword answered.

It tore free from where it was pinned in Kamish’s wing with a flash of blinding blue and black light, pulled across the battlefield like a streak of vengeance. Sparks scattered as it returned to its master’s grip with a thunderclap, the force alone sending a shockwave that split the earth beneath his feet.

Arthur’s hand closed around the hilt.

"Time to end it all."

His voice was a growl, quiet but absolute.

In a single motion, Arthur exploded forward Speed Step shattering the air like glass. One moment he stood before Kamish; the next, he was in motion, a blur of shadow and storm. The skill activated

[Sword Rush]

The blade became an extension of his fury.

He darted across the dragon’s body, each slash carving through scale and flame alike gashes so deep they shimmered with inner fire. The first blow split the jaw. The second tore across the snout. The third drove through an eye, sending an arc of lightning bursting from the socket. Kamish reared back in agony, the entire sky lit by thunderous cracks of magic-infused steel and fury.

Arthur didn’t stop.

He spun, blades dancing like a storm given form, and slashed across Kamish’s face in a whirling flurry. Each strike left ruin chunks of scale shattered, bone cracked, fire gushed from open wounds. The final blow hit square in the center of Kamish’s head.

BOOM.

An explosion of lightning and pressure followed, as if a bomb had gone off from the impact. Kamish’s head jerked back, steam bursting from his mouth in a scream of agony. His entire skull smoked, the flesh around his eyes flayed open by force alone.

But even now... Kamish tried to fight back.

With a guttural, wounded roar, the crimson dragon tried to summon one final desperate surge of fire. His chest swelled, and inferno ignited behind his fangs, lava light flickering in his eyes.

Arthur stood still, watching.

Then he extended his palm, and the sword began to spin. Not fast at first but then it got faster, faster, until it whirled in his grip like a saw of pure lightning and malice. Thunder cracked above them as he gathered it all, all of it into one final strike.

"Die."

He hurled it.

Not like a man throws a weapon.

Like a king delivering a sentence.

The sword screamed through the air, a bolt of wrath guided by Ruler’s Authority, spinning with such speed it tore reality behind it in a jagged wake of lightning and void. Kamish opened his mouth to fire but it was too late.

The sword entered through his maw.

And kept going.

Down the throat. Through the heart. Along the spine.

Until it burst from the tailbone in a shower of scale, fire, and gore, embedding itself into the stone beneath with a final thunderous CLANG.

Kamish froze.

Last good eye wide and Burning.

Then dimming.

The fire died behind them.

His limbs twitched once. Twice.

And then stilled.

The body of the mighty crimson dragon, Kamish, the Inextinguishable Flame slumped forward. The battlefield trembled beneath his weight, smoke rising in ribbons from the corpse.

Arthur extended his hand.

The sword answered once more, ripping free from the stone and soaring cleanly back into his grip, dripping molten blood that hissed on the scorched stone.

Arthur stood tall, sword resting against his shoulder, eyes glowing, unmoving as the final embers faded.

A whisper in the wind.

"...At last."

Smoke still curled from the corpse of Kamish as Arthur stepped forward, boots hissing against molten stone. His expression was unreadable for a moment, the adrenaline of battle still pumping beneath his skin until a slow smile crept across his face.

He knelt beside the dragon’s massive body, and reached out a hand his fingers pressed to the cracked, blackened scales. His blue eyes glowed with ethereal light, shadows coiling around his arm.

And then his voice rang out, low, commanding, brimming with delight.

"Arise."

A pulse of darkness exploded from the corpse.

Kamish’s entire body shuddered.

A deep, thunderous groan escaped the carcass. Then a shadow poured through the gaps. From the corpse of fire, something else was being born.

A colossal wing erupted from the side of the beast but it was no longer crimson.

It was black and violet, shimmering with ghostly mana. Scales darker than void itself rippled across a reformed body. Fangs of obsidian, eyes glowing violet, Kamish had risen, no longer calamity incarnate, but death given wings.

He unleashed a roar a roar that shook the very level itself.

It wasn’t just sound. It was mana. The sheer weight of his presence pressed into the earth, choking the air, forcing even the distant firestorms to bend in reverence. The world itself seemed to tremble.

Arthur couldn’t stop himself, he laughed.

A deep, satisfied, delighted laugh as he looked up at the towering shadow dragon, wings spread like a god’s mantle, its massive head lowered in submission.

"Alright, this is what I’m talking about."

Kamish, reborn in shadow, lowered his head to Arthur in silent oath.

The system chimed—its tone was different this time, almost reverent.

[Kamish – Rank Marshall]

[You leveled up!]

[You leveled up!]

And then a second notification appeared.

Arthur’s gaze sharpened.

Item Acquired: Kamish’s Twinblades

Forged from the fangs of Kamish the Inextinguishable Flame, these twinblades are of unparalleled sharpness. Their mana-sensitivity is exceptional. Capable of evolving with the wielder’s growth. Born of destruction. Sharpened by death. Now bound to the Monarch.

Effect: Scales with the user’s strength, agility, and mana output. Will grow alongside its master.

Arthur summoned it instantly.

blood-red twinblades shimmered into existence before his outstretched hand. The craftsmanship was otherworldly. Sleek and curved, yet brutal in design, like talons forged by gods. They didn’t look like they were made from bone or fang they gleamed like crystallized rage.

He took it into his hand, feeling the weight or rather, the lack of it. The twinblade moved as if it were a part of him.

He stepped forward, slashed once, then again each arc whispering through the air with such precision that it left visible gashes in the smoke itself.

Arthur narrowed his eyes. Whispered to himself.

"...It feels like I’m cutting the air itself."

He twirled the blades once more, and then smiled.

"I think I just found my new favorite weapon."

But the system wasn’t done.

New Skill Acquired: [Dragon’s Fear]

Unleash a mana-infused roar from the soul. Anyone weaker than the user is driven into overwhelming despair and panic. A power born of dragons, now wielded by death.

Arthur blinked once. Then chuckled.

"Basically Bloodlust with extra steps."

Arthur exhaled slowly and muttered, "That... was a rather nice loot."

His hand instinctively rested on the hilt of his twinblades, still marveling at how the weapon felt like an extension of his very will. Kamish stood behind him, wings folded in obedience, like a dark sentinel.

Then came the familiar chime subtle at first, but followed by something he didn’t expect.

He tilted his head.

The system was... silent.

No new prompt. No invitation to [Proceed to Level 7]. No gates of fire. No trials waiting to be unlocked.

Instead

Reality began to bend.

The air thickened, warping like heat haze around him. Lines fractured the sky—like glass breaking from behind a mirror. The world inside the dungeon was unraveling.

Arthur’s eyes narrowed, his body tensing.

"The hell..."

Everything began to vibrate, not with sound, but with force. The sky above collapsed inward, like being sucked into a singularity. His vision distorted. Kamish’s enormous form began to blur like smoke as he returned to Arthur, the ground beneath his feet cracked and then

Shattered.

A jolt struck his chest like lightning. The system’s rang out once again, final.

[Further levels are currently unavailable.]

Arthur clenched his jaw as light swallowed the ruin.

"...Damn it."

It felt like being yanked out of a dream with force.

One blink.

And everything was gone.

The scent of ash. The heat of fire. All of it vanished in an instant.

Arthur’s boots touched down softly on a familiar floor.

Still air. Moonlight through drawn curtains. The hum of ambient silence. He was no longer in a dungeon of death and dragons he was back in the real world.

Back in Raven’s room.

He stood there for a moment, the contrast jarring. The silence almost weird after the chaos. The only movement was the gentle sway of fabric from a nearby open window.

The room was empty.

Raven wasn’t there.

Arthur looked around slowly. Took in the subtle traces of her books stacked on the corner shelf, a dark candle still burning faint blue, the familiar warmth of her presence lingering in the air.

He exhaled deeply and rubbed the back of his neck.

"...I wonder how much time I actually spent inside."

With a smooth motion later, he grabbed his phone in his hand. The screen lit up with a soft glow, Then his gaze locked on the date.

And his eyes widened.

"...Six days?!" he muttered, blinking.

He stared at the glowing screen like it had just insulted him.

Six whole days.

"...No wonder I feel like I could sleep for a week," he muttered under his breath, lowering the phone slowly.

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