Chapter 26 - Chapter 22 : ARISE...

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Adam repeated the words softly at first, the syllables rolling off his tongue, almost as if he were savoring the sound, testing its weight, its truth:

"Shadow Monarch…"

The title hung in the air, dense and potent. It seemed to echo through the very stones of the dungeon, a vibration that traveled deep into the foundation of the place. The shadows themselves, those passive, shapeless things, quivered in subtle acknowledgment, their edges sharpening, their forms seeming to gain a new, watchful sentience. He opened his mouth, his mind a whirlwind of a thousand questions for the impersonal, bureaucratic system that had just upended his entire existence, but before a single word could escape his lips, the familiar blue screen before his eyes flickered violently, glitching as if overwhelmed, before dissolving and reforming in a brilliant, commanding golden haze:

[System Notification – Shadow Monarch Ascension] Congratulations,Adam. Level Promotion:Level 8 – Shadow Monarch New Role& Duties: As the Shadow Monarch, you are now the master of shadows and guardians of the dungeons within this world. Any entity defeated by you may be bound, extracted, or absorbed through Shadow Extraction. Your dominion extends over all darkness, granting you strategic control in ways no mortal wizard has ever wielded. Wizards of this world may recognize the might and authority of your title; few have ever held power comparable to the Shadow Monarch.

Dungeon Status Update: All dungeons are now unguarded. Their previous protectors have been nullified. Your conquest opens new threats that may rise across Hogwarts and beyond. Strategic vigilance is recommended.

Shadow Extraction Protocol Unlocked: You may now extract the essence of any enemy you defeat. This essence may be used to empower your abilities, resurrect controlled entities, or fortify your domain.

Adam's eyes widened, scanning the glowing text, each line a seismic shift in his understanding of this world and his place within it. His breath caught in his throat, the air feeling thin and charged. He whispered, the words half in awe, half in sheer, staggering disbelief:

"Shadow Extraction? Wow… okay… tell me how to do it."

The system pulsed, the golden light dimming to a steady, intense blue, responding with a deliberate, instructional precision that brooked no argument:

[Shadow Extraction – Instruction Manual]

1. Stand before the defeated entity.

1. Focus your will upon its soul and shadow. Visualize control over its essence.

1. Raise your wand and pronounce with authority: "ARISE."

1. Direct the shadow into your dominion; the entity will now obey you.

1. Use your new title and aura to stabilize the extraction—failure may result in temporary corruption or loss of control. Note:Shadow Extraction is absolute. Only one of your kind can command this power.

Adam swallowed hard, a dry, difficult motion. The magnitude of the moment was a physical pressure, sinking into his bones, into his very magic. His gaze, sharp and intent, fell upon the two vanquished forms lying on the cold stone before him—the dissipated, oily residue that was all that remained of the fallen Achillis, and the magnificent, silent, extinguished form of Igris, his armor now just dark metal in the dim light. The knight called to him first, a vessel of immense power waiting for a new pilot. Slowly, deliberately, each step measured and heavy with purpose, he stepped toward Igris. Every footfall echoed in the profound silence like the drumbeat of an approaching storm, a herald of a new order. The shadows in the dungeon seemed to coil around his ankles as he moved, bending and twisting in his wake, not as threats, but as subjects recognizing their sovereign for the first time.

He stopped just in front of Igris, his boots nearly touching the blackened greatsword. He raised his wand, his arm steady despite the fatigue that screamed in his muscles. His eyes, fixed on the knight's lifeless form, began to glow with a faint, internal light, an obsidian hue that mirrored the deepest shadows of the dungeons themselves. The air around him thickened, growing electric and heavy, pregnant with unleashed potential. The very walls of the ancient prison seemed to lean inward, the stones themselves drawn to the gravitational pull of his newfound presence. His voice, when it came, was low but carried an undeniable weight, cutting through the silence like a crack of thunder:

"Okay… ARISE."

For a long, heart-stopping moment, nothing happened. The dungeon was eerily, profoundly still. Igris lay motionless, a statue of defeated might. Adam's eyes narrowed, a flicker of frustration and doubt crossing his features. Had he misjudged? Was the power beyond him? Then, a system notification blinked into existence, its text critical and unyielding:

[Shadow Extraction – Retry Recommended] Entity resistant.Focus must be absolute. Aura must dominate. Command must be absolute.

Adam exhaled slowly, a controlled release of breath that fogged in the suddenly chilled air. He felt the sheer, immense gravity of what he was attempting to do, a weight that would crush a lesser will. He clenched the wand tighter, the wood warm and almost alive in his grip. He could feel the raw, untamed energy of the title coursing through him, a new river of power alongside his magic. Veins stood out on his arm, pulsing with a dark light. Shadows, real and tangible, twined around his fingers like affectionate serpents, crawling up his arm like liquid, living smoke. His aura, something he had never truly perceived before, now radiated outward from his core—dense, commanding, a force of nature that seemed to warp the very reality of the room, making the torchlight bend and the air shimmer.

The dungeon dimmed around him, the existing light seeming to flee, as if the sun itself had been swallowed by an eternal night. The air hummed with unspoken, ancient power, a chorus of whispers from a thousand forgotten shadows. Every patch of darkness, every fragment of blackness in the room, from the deepest corner to the thin line beneath a barred door, bowed toward him, bending to his presence. Adam stepped closer, until he was standing directly over Igris, his shadow falling across the knight's chest plate. His eyes, now twin pools of abyssal light, locked onto the still form. He did not shout. He whispered, but the word was imbued with an unwavering, absolute authority that vibrated through the foundation of the world:

"ARISE."

This time, it was not a request or a command—it was a decree. It was a law of nature, spoken into being. The Unknown shadows in the room screamed silently, a psychic wave of submission and power. They coalesced, coiling and twisting from every corner of the dungeon, forming a vast, swirling spiral of obsidian light around Adam, a vortex of pure potential. His aura flared out from him, brilliant and terrifying, a corona of dark energy that illuminated the ancient, rune-carved stones with a pale, almost sacred, otherworldly glow. The air vibrated audibly; the dungeon floor trembled and shuddered beneath the sheer, impossible weight of his concentrated will.

And then—Igris' body shivered. It was a faint, metallic tremor at first. Then, darkness began to weep from the seams of his armor, not as a liquid, but as a gas, a mist of pure shadow. It pooled around him on the stone floor, a lake of night, before coalescing, rising, and forming a new shape around the old—one born of obedience and shadow, yet unmistakably, terrifyingly Igris. The armor was the same, but now it seemed forged from darkness itself, the crimson fire that had once wreathed him replaced by a cool, deep violet aura that hummed with latent power. His eyes snapped open, not with the fiery life of before, but with a calm, intelligent, burning violet light—a light that held not life, but recognition, loyalty, and an ancient, unwavering purpose. The very shadows of the dungeon seemed to hum with a deep, resonant approval, the air settling into a new, stable silence.

Adam lowered his wand slowly, his personal aura receding back into him, settling like a mantle around his shoulders. But the air still thrummed with the residual energy of the miracle he had just performed, crackling with unseen power. He looked at the newly risen Igris, who now stood tall and waiting, a sovereign's guard forged from defeat itself, and he felt it—the first true, undeniable tremor of his dominion, the absolute, terrifying power of the Shadow Monarch.

A final notification blinked on the screen one last time, its pulse slow and steady, like a powerful, contented heartbeat:

[Shadow Extraction: Success]

[New Title Activated: Shadow Monarch – Absolute Control Acquired] [System Notification: All Shadows Recognize Mastery. Prepare for the next challenge.]

Adam exhaled, a long, slow breath that carried the last of his tension away. A faint, triumphant smirk formed on his lips, a expression of dawning understanding and fierce possession. The shadows around him, now his shadows, seemed to whisper in reverence, the entire dungeon alive and breathing under his command.

"…This… is just the beginning."

The chapter ended there, in the silent, shadow-charged dark, with to be crowned king and his knight.

[ End Of Chapter. ]

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