‘Endure…’
‘I must endure!’
‘The moment I find a way to escape this place, I will have my revenge. I’ll ravage that girl in front of him and make him regret the day he was born!’
‘As long as I survive this place, I will have my revenge!’
lightsΝοvεl ƈοm Its injuries still hadn’t recovered. Its red eyes burned fiercely within their sockets as it gazed at the devilish young man, who was looking at it with a smirk on his face.
“I’m sure that you’re thinking that you’ll have your revenge the moment you escape this place.” Ethan’s Other Half sneered. “Unfortunately, this is just wishful thinking.”
“Who are you?” The Ancient Wendigo asked. “What do you want?”
“My name is not important,” Ethan’s Other Half replied. “What I want is for you to become Ethan’s sword and slay those who wish to oppose him.”
“Very well,” the Ancient Wendigo replied. “I will serve you and do whatever you want as long as you let me leave this place.”
Ethan’s Other Half chuckled as he walked towards the Ancient Wendigo, who subconsciously backed away.
“Okay. We have a deal…” Ethan’s Other Half nodded, “… is what you thought I would say, no? Silly creature. Do you think your obvious schemes will work against me?”
This time, it was the Wendigo’s turn to sneer.
“Trying to make me your slave?” The Ancient Wendigo’s body was immediately covered with dark flames. “You can continue dreaming.”
“Try?” Ethan’s Other Half arched an eyebrow. “I don’t need to TRY. It will happen. You’re just a weak monster. What makes you think that you can defy me?”
The Ancient Wendigo laughed in disdain after hearing the young man’s words.
“Weak Monster?” the Ancient Wendigo. “Who are you calling a Weak Monster, you brat? I was born even before you came into existence!”
Ethan’s Other Half smirked. “It seems that you still don’t understand your situation. This form that you are seeing is just something I use because it is convenient, and it allows me to talk to Ethan without scaring him. Now, allow me to show you just who I really am.”
Ethan’s Other Half turned into a dark shadow that was darker than black.
Suddenly, this shadow increased in size, towering above the Ancient Wendigo, making the Monster shudder.
“W-Who are you?!” The Ancient Wendigo almost screamed after seeing a Gigantic Being that was hundreds of meters tall, looking down on it as if the Ancient Monster was just an ant that could be easily crushed if he stepped on it.
“I already told you,” a booming voice that contained the pressure of a mountain descended upon the Ancient Wendigo, making it kneel. “My name is not important. I will give you two choices. Serve Ethan of your own free will, or serve him without your will.”
“Now, choose!”
The Ancient Wendigo couldn’t stop its body from shaking as it looked at the being that was in front of it.
As a powerful monster in its own right, it could tell that it was looking at something that was very old and powerful.
Although it wouldn’t go as far as to say that the creature in front of it was a Primordial Existence, it was something very close to it and just as powerful.
It was as if the Ancient Wendigo was looking at the Deity of Death and Destruction, who was just a step away from ending its existence.
“I-I will serve you!” the Ancient Wendigo replied. “I will even give you my True Name!”
If in the past, the Ancient Wendigo still thought of revenge, now it’s gone, and it understood how foolish that idea was.
In the face of absolute strength, its petty tricks were truly meaningless!
“I changed my mind,” the towering creature said in a teasing tone. “I don’t need a servant who has a will of its own. You don’t need to tell me your True Name because I will bestow you a new one. But, first, I will first erase your memory and your will, making you a loyal servant that will obey Ethan’s order without fail.”
“Noooo! I beg you!” the Ancient Wendigo pleaded. “I promise that I will not betray you! I will do everything that you command! Anything! Just don’t erase my—Arghhh!”
The Ancient Wendigo clutched its head as dark mists escaped its mouth and eyes. It felt as if its very soul was being burned in a raging fire pit, stripping it of its memories, will, and personality.
A few minutes later, the Wendigo’s blazing red eyes turned into white flames.
It was like a blank canvas, ready to accept the artist’s masterful strokes, giving it an identity that it had lost after its soul was purified.
“I will now bestow upon you a name,” the towering creature stated. “But I am not good with names. How about you think of a name for me, Sebastian?”
The Guardian of the City of Zentris rubbed his chin as he looked at the motionless Ancient Wendigo in front of him.
He wasn’t the least bit afraid of the true form of Ethan’s Other Half because, just like his comrade, his current form wasn’t his real form either.
Sebastian had merely copied the face of his former Master, the Tide Bringer, in order to communicate properly with Ethan.
If he made his true form known, then he would be just as imposing as his partner-in-crime who had completely subjugated the Ancient Wendigo and converted it into Ethan’s underling.
“How about we name him Dainsleif,” Sebastian said. “I think it has a nice ring to it.”
“Dainsleif, it is a good name.” Ethan’s Other Half, who had returned to copying the handsome young man’s appearance nodded. “Does this name have a meaning?”
Sebastian nodded. “Once upon a time, there was a King who possessed a cursed sword. It gives its wielder incredible strength and power.
“However, there was a catch. This sword can only be drawn for the sake of killing. Once it appears, it must taste blood, or else its wielder will go into a state of bloodlust, which will not stop unless he kills someone.”
Ethan’s Other Half smiled evilly and gave his comrade a thumbs up. “I like this name. Very well. From this day onwards, your name will be Dainsleif, and you will serve Ethan until you cease to exist. Do I make myself clear?”
The Ancient Wendigo knelt and bowed its head like a Knight bowing to its King.
“Yes, My Liege,” Dainsleif replied.
“Good.” Ethan’s Other Half snapped his fingers and a surge of power wrapped itself around the Ancient Wendigo, healing its injuries.
“I almost feel sorry for Nightfall Academy.” Sebastian gloated. “Well, what they don’t know won’t hurt them.”
The Guardian of the City of Zentris looked at the Ancient Wendigo, who had the potential to grow stronger after consuming any Magical Being, whether it was a Beast, Wizard, or Witch.
Ethan was bound to face many dangers along the way, so having a powerful sword meant for killing suited him perfectly.
Of course, the handsome young man was still unaware that his Other Half and Sebastian had already prepared a gift for him.
For the time being, the two planned to keep the Ancient Wendigo’s current state a secret until there came a time when Ethan would need stronger power to take the lives of those who wished to harm him and those whom he held sacred in his life.