He vanished.
Bakuto barely registered the blur before a slash of black carved across his vision. Agonizing pain tore through his shoulder as Cypher materialized behind him, a single claw buried deep—raking a jagged wound from neck to collarbone. A guttural cry ripped from his throat as blood sprayed against the rusted wall.
He whirled around just in time to block the next blow. Steel met claw in a jarring clash, the impact reverberating through his arms.
Too fast, he realized, heart hammering. He's at least twice as fast now.
Across from him, Cypher grinned—if the warped, shifting mask he wore could even express such a thing.
"You're unraveling," the demon whispered, circling like a wolf. "You carved through lives to gain power.
But I consume monsters… and I evolve."
Bakuto snarled, dark Chi flaring violently around him.
"You're nothing but a parasite!" he roared. "A twisted freak!"
Cypher's form shimmered slightly—and then, chillingly, Madam Gao's voice bled through:
"Then what does that make you… creator?"
Across the battlefield, Alex stood alone amidst a field of death.
The Hand's elite lay in ruin—scattered limbs, scorched bones, and dissolving corpses strewn across blood-slick concrete. Rain fell in cold sheets, hissing as it met the smoldering remains. Amidst the silence, Alex's glowing red eyes locked onto the chaos ahead.
Cypher had fully transformed.
Now a shadow-forged predator, he moved like a phantom, claws dripping with corrupted Chi. hHe didn't just fight—he haunted, weaving around Bakuto with the elegance of death incarnate.
Alex's grip tightened around his blade, the energy within him simmering.
"As expected of a demon…" he thought. "Even without a tether to the Hand, he's acting like its Hand fault who made him, he is playing with Bakuto Mind."
Cypher's strikes were surgical. But it was his voice—low, almost seductive, laced with otherworldly echo—that truly pierced.
"You silenced them," he whispered in a voice part Gao, part ghost. "Now hear their screams."
The world around Bakuto twisted. Shadows lengthened, forming twisted faces—former comrades, failed test subjects, disciples he had sacrificed.
Their mouths gaped in soundless agony. Their eyes poured blame.
"They're waiting," Cypher hissed. "Come walk the path built from their corpses."
Bakuto snapped.
Howling, he slashed wildly in all directions, consumed by the illusions, mind unraveling. His sword cleaved only empty air, while Cypher danced just beyond reach, claws slicing the wind with maddening precision.
Alex watched in silence.
Cypher radiated more than power—he was despair incarnate. A judge. A predator who fed not just on flesh, but on the condemned souls of her enemies.
A cold red glow pulsed from the sigil etched into Alex's arm.
With a thought, he summoned his system interface.
Cypher Loyalty: 100%
His brow furrowed. "System," he asked aloud, "what's the reason?"
A calm voice echoed in his mind:
[Host, Cypher was once a lesser demon. But after forming a pact with you, she evolved into 'Shadow Fury'—a higher demon fused with traces of greater demonic essence. Her consumption of corrupted souls, including Madam Gao's, triggered a higher instinctual awakening.]
The interface flickered with eerie light.
[She now sees you as the origin of her power—her Demon God. Her loyalty is absolute, not through subjugation… but reverence. She believes that by serving you, she may one day ascend to become a Demon Queen.]
Alex nodded slowly, absorbing the truth.
Before him, Cypher—now fully realized as a sleek, living weapon of shadows and wrath—glanced briefly toward him. Her crimson eyes no longer burned with rage alone… but with devotion.
Then she turned back, resuming his torment of Bakuto—who now resembled a cornered beast, slashing blindly, consumed by fear.
Alex smirked faintly.
"he's… good."
The system chimed again.
[Correction: She, not he. While lesser demons are typically genderless, Shadow Fury's first consumed soul—Madam Gao—left a lasting imprint. Greater demons often inherit identity traits from their first significant prey.]
Alex let out a quiet chuckle.
"So, she it is. Whatever helps her carve deeper scars into my enemies."
Bakuto was nearing collapse, his mind shredded by the illusions and guilt Cypher had conjured.
Alex checked his interface once more.
Evolution Progress: 96%
The blood crystals from the Hand's fallen assassins had brought him close to the threshold. He could feel the change building—his essence stirring toward transformation.
"Bakuto will yield more than four crystals," he muttered. "And then… I'll see what I become."
His voice was calm. Certain.
He looked up just as Cypher, now a midnight blur of hunger and shadow, seized the broken swordsman in one final motion.
Her jaw widened with inhuman grace—unhinging like a serpent—before she devoured Bakuto whole, his screams drowned in the black void of her maw.
And all the while, she never broke eye contact with Alex—like a predator proudly presenting her kill to her master. For a brief moment, as her form rippled with shadows, Alex caught a glimpse through the folds of darkness… Bakuto's agonized silhouette, still writhing inside her, suspended in a cocoon of corrupted Chi—alive, but utterly devoured.
The shadows around Cypher coiled and settled, the battlefield falling into an eerie stillness.
Alex stepped forward, his boots splashing through blood and rain. The storm above had quieted to a drizzle, but the weight in the air remained thick—like the world was holding its breath.
Cypher turned away from the gore, her form dissolving into thin, fluid wisps that slithered back toward Alex's side like a loyal beast returning to its den. Her eyes still burned red, but now with a strange satisfaction—as if feeding on Bakuto's soul had been both necessity and reward.
Alex said nothing at first. Instead, he crouched near the shattered remnants of Bakuto's sword, his fingers brushing over the cracked metal.
Alex stepped forward and extended his cane toward the shattered remains of Bakuto's sword.
A low hum pulsed from the cane's head—arcane runes glowing faint red—and a vacuum-like force erupted from its core. The broken blade fragments, soaked in blood and humming with faint residual Chi, were drawn inward. Metal scraped metal as every splinter and shard spiraled upward, swallowed whole.
In seconds, nothing remained but dust.
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