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Third POV:
Adam's gaze shifted from the risen shadow of Igris, who stood in silent, unwavering fealty, to the motionless, formidable form of Achillis. The creature lay sprawled on the cold, unforgiving dungeon floor, its powerful aura still radiating a fierce, wild energy even in its defeated state, its great obsidian wings slightly curled inward as if in a final, protective gesture, the shadows that composed its form pulsating like a nest of coiled, restless serpents around its massive frame. The dim, flickering light from Adam's wand reflected off the jagged, wet stones of the dungeon walls, casting fractured, ominous patterns that danced across Achillis' muscular, shadow-clad torso and limbs.
He inhaled slowly, deeply, the weight of his newly acquired, immense authority pressing down on him not as a burden, but as a mantle he was born to wear, and whispered with a calm yet unyielding determination that resonated in the dead air, "I shall do the same with you too."
Step by deliberate step, he approached the formidable figure. Each movement was measured, commanding, and as he advanced, the shadows around him seemed to recoil and then reshape themselves, bending in clear, unmistakable respect to his indomitable will. The dungeon itself seemed to bend subtly to his presence; the ancient, moss-covered walls pulsed as if they had a heartbeat, the very shadows twisting and writhing to create a narrow, reverent path leading directly to the fallen Guardian. Every footfall resonated like a solemn drumbeat of absolute power, echoing in the vast, hollow space. His wand was held lightly in his grasp, almost negligently, but the raw, commanding energy emanating from him made the air around his form shimmer and distort, vibrating with an authority that only a true Shadow Monarch could wield.
As he stopped directly in front of Achillis, his voice became low and deliberate, cutting through the thick, tense silence like a blade: "Wait⊠it is true you said I can extract shadows of my enemies, but⊠is there any limit?"
The system's screen flickered to life instantly, golden letters burning into his vision, forming an elegant and precise notification that hung in the air before him:
[System Notification â Shadow Extraction Capacity] Level:8 â Shadow Monarch Current Shadow Extraction Limit:20 Limit increases as level progresses.At maximum, possible extraction: â. Recommendation:Use wisely; the greater your dominion, the more shadows you may command.
Adam's lips curled into a sharp, knowing smirk, the sheer weight of the possibility hitting him like a physical wave, expanding his understanding of the path ahead. "Good lord⊠now you gave me another reason to level. Just give me quests already." His eyes, now alight with ambition and focus, sharpened as they locked onto Achillis' shadowy, dormant form.
"ARISE," he commanded, his voice imbued with that same absolute, world-bending authority he had wielded moments before.
The dungeon reacted instantly to the decree. Shadows erupted from the deepest cracks in the walls and floor, pouring forth like rivers of living, eager ink, coiling around Achillis' form with possessive intensity. The air thickened until it was hard to breathe; the very atmosphere seemed to pulse and throb with the sheer magnitude of his will. Light bent unnaturally around him, casting Adam's elongated, dominant silhouette across the rough-hewn floor as if the shadows themselves were in worshipful genuflection. Achillis' body shuddered violently, then began to rise, its form reshaped and purified, now utterly tethered to Adam's dominion. The shadows that had once been wild and untamable now moved around him with obedient, protective grace, coiling like loyal guardians waiting for their master's slightest command.
A golden notification appeared, its script formal and final:
[Shadow Extraction â Success] Entity Achillis successfully bound and renamed. Shadow Monarch dominion reinforced.
Adam's eyes, now accustomed to the constant flow of information, scanned the intricate interface of the system, his attention catching for the first time on a small, previously unnoticed tab labeled "Entity Naming". A wide, possessive grin spread across his face. "Ohhh⊠I can give them names too."
He looked first at Igris, who stood as a statue of silent power, now bound to him by chains of will and shadow. "You! I like your name. Just keep it," he said casually, almost offhandedly. Igris responded by bowing deeply from the waist, the shadows around him flickering with a visible, profound respect and loyalty. Adam chuckled softly, a low sound in the quiet dungeon. "You are so respectful⊠I think you should teach Hermione some manners," he teased, earning only a low, silent flicker of violet light from Igris's helm in acknowledgment.
Turning his attention to the newly risen form of Achillis, Adam's expression shifted into one of reverent, calculating admiration. "Achilles⊠a great warrior, a hero from the Trojan War. So I would name you⊠Acheron," he said deliberately, the weight of the name, its mythic and somber connotations, echoing through the dungeon's oppressive shadows. "The River of Woe." The system's display shimmered, the text reforming as it accepted the name change, formalizing the entity under Adam's command as Acheron. The newly named shadow bowed deeply, the shadows that composed its form writhing and twisting like serpentine banners in a display of respect to its new master.
With the monumental task complete, the massive, rune-carved dungeon door groaned on its ancient hinges and slowly, ponderously swung open, the comparatively bright light of the castle corridors spilling into the once-sealed chamber. Adam exhaled deeply, a mix of profound relief and hard-won triumph in his voice: "Finally⊠I want to eat and rest." He glanced up at the slivers of sky visible beyond the dungeon's high, grime-covered windows, noting the deep orange and purple hues of sunset. "Hell! It's evening⊠I forgot that I spent almost the entire day inside."
He strode with purposeful steps out of the dungeon and toward Hogwarts' Great Hall, the two shadowsâAcheron and Igrisâmoving with a fluid, silent grace behind him, their massive forms somehow insubstantial, invisible to any mortal eye for now, mere shifts in the air, shadows that hummed with latent power, obedient extensions of his will. The hall was a cacophony of life, buzzing with students arriving for the evening meal, laughter and animated chatter echoing under the enchanted, starry ceiling, but none sensed the absolute, terrifying presence moving like a ripple of darkness among them.
As he approached the long house tables, his sharp gaze fell on a group of girls laughing softly amongst themselves, enjoying their lighthearted conversation. One in particular, with bright, intelligent eyes that caught the fading evening light in a captivating way, smiled at something one of her friends said. Adam paused slightly, his steps faltering for just a moment as he observed her, and she felt itâan inexplicable pull. Her gaze flicked toward him, and upon meeting his eyes, she offered a small, genuine smile directly at him.
"Cho," he whispered softly, the word carrying a calm, almost possessive recognition. He averted his eyes almost immediately, breaking the connection, and made his way with deliberate casualness toward the Slytherin table, sliding into a seat beside Draco.
Draco, ever observant and looking for a weakness, arched a pale eyebrow, his tone dripping with practiced sarcasm: "You didn't show in class today⊠or gave up studying?"
Adam smirked, his expression one of calm yet cutting superiority, not even deigning to look fully at the other boy: "Not your business, blondy. You should focus more on your life than mine."
With that, he picked up his fork, letting the rich, inviting aromas of the Great Hall dinnerâroast meats, fresh bread, sweet piesâfill his senses, pushing the lingering chill of the dungeon from his mind. Beneath the table, unseen by any, the shadows of Acheron and Igris coiled subtly, their presence a silent, protective testament to his newfound power. The hum of the hall continued its oblivious symphony around him, but Adam sat back, a faint, knowing smile playing on his lips, the aura of the Shadow Monarch quietly radiating from him like a crown of night, and the chapter closed.
[ End of Chapter. ]
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