The chamber reeked of blood when the guild officials arrived.
Bodies were removed.
Reports were written.
Statements were taken.
Cain never saw any of it.
He was carried straight to the hospital wing.
He did not wake.
Rei regained consciousness first.
Two cracked ribs.
Deep claw wounds.
Stable.
Liora three days later.
Mana exhaustion.
Severe strain.
Stable.
Aera had pushed herself to collapse.
She woke with trembling hands and a single question.
"Cain?"
He did not wake.
For fourteen days.
Because the academy's infirmary was not equipped for prolonged unknown cases, and because Liora's family estate had private facilities far superior, Cain was moved under sealed authorization.
The official explanation was simple.
Severe mana backlash.
The academy declared a one-month suspension of dungeon activities.
Students were dismissed.
The incident was labeled an anomaly.
No details released.
Inside Liora's mansion, Cain lay in a quiet room overlooking the eastern gardens.
His breathing was shallow.
His body intact.
But something felt wrong.
Aera felt it every time she placed her hand on his chest.
She could not explain it.
Two weeks passed.
Then—
Darkness.
---
Cain opened his eyes.
He stood in nothing.
No sky.
No ground.
Only void.
He tried to move.
His body felt distant.
A pressure formed in the space before him.
Then light tore through the darkness.
Not warm light.
Sharp.
Cold.
A figure stepped forward.
Tall.
Armored.
Holding a long spear.
Its face was hidden behind brilliance that did not illuminate.
Its presence pressed against Cain's mind like iron.
"An insignificant boy," the figure said.
The voice did not echo.
It existed everywhere.
"Wielding the power of the First Unmarked."
The spear lowered slightly.
"Elios."
The name struck like a bell.
Cain's thoughts sharpened.
Elios.
Varr.
His parents.
The word unmarked.
The god stepped closer.
"Interesting."
Cain tried to speak.
No sound came.
His throat felt sealed.
"You are his successor."
The words were not a question.
"What will you do, boy?"
Cain's mind raced.
Successor.
He had never chosen that.
He had never asked for it.
The god's presence grew heavier.
"Two paths stand before you."
The void shifted.
To his left, a dim calmness.
A fading.
"To surrender. Accept extinction. A peaceful end."
To his right, the darkness deepened.
"To live cursed. To be hunted. By demons. By us."
The spear's tip lowered until it pointed at Cain's chest.
"You cannot escape both."
Cain's jaw tightened.
He forced his voice.
"I did not choose to be his successor."
The god was silent for a moment.
"You were chosen."
"I did not choose this."
The pressure intensified.
"That does not matter."
Rage rose.
Not loud.
Not explosive.
Cold.
Controlled.
He would not kneel.
He would not surrender.
He chose neither.
Cain moved.
He lunged forward.
The void beneath his feet cracked like thin glass.
He tried to materialize mana along his arm.
Nothing formed.
His control was unstable here.
Still he attacked.
The god did not move.
The spear flashed once.
Pain exploded through Cain's chest.
The spear pierced through him cleanly.
He hung in the air, pinned.
No blood fell.
But something tore deeper.
He tried to grab the shaft.
His hands passed through light.
"I will kill you," Cain said through clenched teeth.
The god looked down at him.
"So you choose suffering."
The spear twisted.
Not through flesh.
Through essence.
Cain felt it.
Something inside him fracture.
Tear.
Burn.
He screamed.
Not from physical pain.
From loss.
Half of something that defined him was ripped away.
When the spear was withdrawn, the void beneath him split.
He collapsed onto nothing.
"You are now pronounced a threat to Godkind," the figure declared.
"You will be hunted."
The presence intensified.
"You carry Elios' stain."
Cain forced himself up to one knee.
His vision blurred.
"Then come," he spat.
"We'll see who hunts who."
For the first time, the god's presence shifted.
Not anger.
Recognition.
"Very well."
The light shattered.
---
Cain's eyes snapped open.
Ceiling.
Curtains.
Sunlight.
His chest rose sharply.
Real air.
Real body.
Liora stood from her chair immediately.
"He's awake."
Rei stepped in behind her, bandages still visible beneath his shirt.
Aera rushed to his side.
"You're back."
Cain pushed himself upright slowly.
His body felt weak.
Drained.
But alive.
He looked down at his hands.
They trembled faintly.
His shadow lay beneath him.
Normal.
Still.
He opened his status window.
Name: Cain
Level: 38
Rank: C
Soul Integrity: 50%
The words did not glow.
They did not blink.
They simply existed.
Half.
Gone.
Aera saw his expression change slightly.
"What is it?"
He closed the window.
"…Nothing."
Outside, the world remained peaceful.
Inside, a declaration had been made.
He had not surrendered.
He had not accepted extinction.
He had chosen war.
Season 1 ended not with triumph.
But with a sentence.
Pronounced a threat to Godkind.
And the hunt had begun.
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Authors note,
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This chapter marks the end of cain the unwritten soul novel season 1 and we will be comming soon with season 2 and trust me, it will be whole different than normall god killer novel. I will not let down your expectations and if u wanna join my journey, u can join my discord and I extremely apologize for not posting frequently and took an hiatus without telling, me and my team are sorry and we would like to receive your suppet as always.
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