The Extra Seeks Chaos

Chapter 57 Meeting of Progenitors

In a dimly lit room, five figures were present. The walls were smooth, giving no indication of texture, yet the air carried a distinct chill. No windows graced the space, leaving the source of the dim light a mystery. It came from a small, red, glowing orb hanging in the center of the ceiling—though the light seemed unnecessary for the figures seated within.

A large, circular stone table dominated the room's center, surrounded by six tall, black chairs. As the figures settled into their seats, the echo of shoes clicking against the cold, polished floor filled the air. Five of the chairs were now occupied, one remaining empty.

They all wore black cloaks, their hoods lowered to reveal pale faces that seemed almost ethereal in the faint light. Silence stretched, an unspoken tension growing, until one figure shifted.

The man with a scar running down his left cheek and long red hair folded his arms. "I assume each of you knows why I called this meeting." His voice was low, carrying the weight of authority without raising its volume. His piercing eyes swept across the room.

The other four nodded, though one did so reluctantly. A boy—no older than seventeen—kept his gaze downcast, his long black hair falling over his face. His hands trembled slightly, and a sheen of sweat glistened on his brow. If one looked closely, fear was etched into every line of his face, betraying his anxiety.

Vaelric, the red-haired man, clicked his tongue. "Then why are you all silent? If I speak too much, you'll start complaining that I'm acting like a leader." His eyes narrowed as they rested on the trembling boy, and a deep sigh escaped him. He closed his eyes for a brief moment, exhaling the weight of unspoken frustration.

"I've told you countless times, Sylas," he muttered, his voice low but carrying an unmistakable edge. "If you don't adapt quickly, we'll have no choice but to ki—"

"Enough," a booming voice cut through the air, halting his words.

The voice belonged to a man with short, graying hair and a long, well-kept beard. His small, nearly hidden eyes remained fixed on Vaelric. As he stroked his beard slowly, his calm demeanor seemed to contrast with the tension swirling in the room.

"Give him more time, Vaelric," Darius said, his tone measured but firm. "He'll adjust in due course."

Vaelric's jaw tightened, and he folded his arms across his chest, glaring at the Darius. "Fine, Darius. But let's not waste time with this. We have more pressing matters to discuss."

He turned his sharp gaze back to Sylas. "Listen carefully. Speak up if you have anything to say. Understood?"@@@@

Sylas nodded quickly, his trembling intensifying, as if the very air around him weighed heavily on his shoulders.

"Still, you ought to show him some respect." A third voice, this one smooth and tinged with amusement, broke the silence.

The speaker was a bald man with intricate tattoos that spiralled across his scalp. A mischievous smile danced on his lips as he leaned forward, clearly enjoying the tension in the room.

Vaelric's eyes narrowed dangerously. "What are you implying, Serak?"

Serak chuckled, his grin widening. "Only that despite his inexperience, that shouldn't be a reason to disrespect him. You shouldn't forget that."

Before Vaelric could respond, another voice, soft but carrying an unmistakable authority, interrupted.

"Serak is right."

The fourth and final figure in the room was a woman, her beauty ethereal and cold. Her long, flowing blue hair framed her delicate features, and her crimson eyes, just like that of the others in the room, held a mysterious allure. She remained poised, her hands resting lightly on the table in front of her.

Liora's eyes met Vaelric's, unwavering and calm. "He may be young, and yes, inexperienced, but....." She paused, letting the weight of her words settle. "He is still one of us. A Progenitor."

Vaelric clenched his jaw but said nothing. He knew she was right.

"You're right, Liora," he finally muttered, regaining his composure. "But that aside, we have an urgent matter."

Sylas's eyes widened in horror. He shook his head frantically. "No... no, I can't... I'm not ready."

Darius placed a reassuring hand on Sylas's shoulder. "Calm yourself. We wouldn't ask if we didn't believe in your potential."

Vaelric's frown deepened. "You must—"

Liora silenced him with a sharp look. "You know the threat to this Kingdom, to all of our kind," she said, her voice gentle but firm. "With this new Progenitor's help, we can defend our people and stand united against what's coming."

Sylas swallowed hard, his trembling slowing as he absorbed her words. "I understand, but... I've only been a Progenitor for three days. I don't have the strength or the experience to—"

"You can," Liora interrupted, her eyes locking with his. "Because you are Special. You possess something no other Progenitor in history has had."

Vaelric's lips curled into a grin. "That's why only you can do this."

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"I, Seraphine Bloodrose, pledge full submission to Arin Vale."

In that same moment, a notification appeared before Arin.

[You have gained a new ally: Seraphine Bloodrose, the Second Princess of the Vampires.]

Arin's lips curled into a triumphant smile. "Perfect."

"Though, this might cause some problems for you," Seraphine suddenly said.

Arin frowned, tilting his head. "What kind of problems?"

Seraphine hesitated, though she eventually spoke. "The King will know..... and."

"And what?"

".....Things will get worse..."

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