Talent Awakening: Draconic Overlord Of The Apocalypse - Chapter 507: • Fear Wears Familiar Faces

Chapter 507: • Fear Wears Familiar Faces

Hlusturia’s body trembled, but not from pain.

No… it was something deeper. As her golden eyes met the soulless gray ones before her, her divine mind came to a halt.

Her pupils shrank. Her radiance dimmed.

She stared at his face—traced its features, that arrogant smirk, those cruel eyes, the unmistakable silver hair that draped over his brow—and then… she froze. Completely.

It was as if the chokehold no longer mattered. As if her lungs had stopped needing air. As if time itself had stopped.

“No… it can’t be…” she murmured under her breath, barely audible even to herself. Her voice cracked—less from the pressure on her throat and more from the weight of memory.

Her mind spiraled.

That face, she knew it. Not from visions. Not from records. From experience. From fear.

Alameck chuckled, a low, mocking sound that rolled like thunder through the void. He tilted his head, the motion casual, almost amused, as he leaned in close.

“Oh? What’s wrong? Did you miss me so much that you’re now speechless after seeing me?”

His grin widened, impossibly sharp. His hand tightened just slightly—just enough to remind her who held whom.

“Or… is it that I’ve become so devastatingly handsome over the ages that even a self-righteous little torch like you can’t help but be utterly charmed?”

The mockery stung more than the pain.

Because it came from him.

Alameck.

The name scraped against the inside of her skull like nails on metal. A name that should have been forgotten. A name buried.

But now he stood before her—not dead, not sealed, not scattered through the folds of the cosmos as he should have been.

He stood—alive—inside this mortal.

And suddenly… she felt very small. Insignificant.

She choked on her own panic as realization dawned, her radiant body spasming in pure horror.

“I-It’s the Sovereign of Silence…” she whispered, golden tears brimming in her eyes. Her voice cracked further, the words barely escaping her lips.

“The… the God Eater…”

Her knees buckled mid-air as she began to tremble—no, violently convulse. Her light faltered. The divine confidence she once held had been annihilated in a single moment.

“No… no, it can’t be you… not here… not again…”

Alameck smiled darkly. His soulless gray eyes gleamed with mock warmth as she trembled before him.

“It touches me to see your memory hasn’t failed you like my brother’s. That poor fool… Rebirth across too many worlds tends to chip at the soul, hmm? He should’ve taken a note from you—at least you remember to be afraid.”

He chuckled softly.

Tears streamed freely now as her golden glow shattered into flickering fragments.

“I-I didn’t know you were here… Sovereign… I swear, I didn’t know! Please—please spare me… I’ll give you anything you want, anything! Just don’t—don’t kill me—don’t devour me again—please, I’m begging you!”

But Alameck’s expression turned from amused to bored.

In a flash, his other hand snapped forward. He gripped her face—and with disturbing calm, ripped her lower jaw clean from her skull.

Bones cracked. Divine light bled from the gaping wound. Her scream was wet, voiceless, animalistic.

He flung the jaw to the blood-soaked floor. It clattered once… then dissolved into specks of golden light, vanishing into the silence.

Alameck sighed, the act seeming to bore him more than excite.

“Don’t insult me with pleas for mercy. How else are you supposed to entertain me, little firefly?”

She sobbed uncontrollably, her divine glow flickering like a candle on the verge of death. But the sound—oh, the sound—was now reduced to wet, garbled noises, throat rattling with grief and agony. Without a jaw or tongue, she could no longer form words… only suffer.

And suffer she did.

Alameck watched her with quiet amusement, head tilted slightly, eyes gleaming with cruel nostalgia. His grin widened, exposing rows of razor-sharp teeth.

“You know,” he began, voice calm, reflective—almost fond, “I’ve always found you and your mother quite… fascinating.”

She looked up at him, eyes wide and bloodshot with terror, light leaking from her ruined face began to turn into blood.

“Beings who don’t exist for themselves. You don’t stand on your own—no, you rely, you exist only because others believe you should. How poetic. How fragile.”

He brought her eyes close to his, his expression like that of a twisted older brother recounting a family memory that was never fond to begin with.

“How is she, by the way? It’s been a long time since I’ve seen that pitiful face. The way her expression twisted in despair as I peeled away the illusion of divinity from her little spine—ah, those were the days.”

He used his other hand to cover his face as he chuckled darkly.

“Her screams could fix any boring day. A melody of fear and divine helplessness. Just thinking about it makes me feel warm inside.”

He sighed.

“One of the many things my beloved brother stole from me. One of many reasons I hate him so… deeply.”

His grin faded. The space around him darkened further, blood rippling across the floor like oil on fire.

“Tell her I said hello, would you?” he whispered, leaning in, “When I send you back in pieces. But before all that,” he said with a deep breath, as though savoring the moment.

“I must thank you.”

Her light flickered violently now—fading, resisting, failing.

“See, by devouring your essence once again, I’ll gain a massive boost in plausibility. And when that happens…”

His smile stretched wider, voice dripping with anticipation.

“My laws of destruction will finally be prioritized over Sonoris’ laws of creation. No more being shoved beneath him in the hierarchy of existence. No more playing prisoner to a world that’s forgotten my glory.”

He lifted his other hand, fingers twitching with raw, abyssal energy, pulling motes of her golden divine light into his palm. She thrashed in his grasp, eyes rolling in blind terror.

“And so… I’ll finally be able to escape this seal. To breathe again.”

The dark realm around them groaned, as if responding to his intent.

“I can already smell the aroma of the cosmos. Fattened up over eons… stuffed full of newborn stars, gods, dreamers… ready to feed me well once again.”

Her golden form began to fracture, bits of light peeling off into his hand like silk turning to ash.

“Yes! I will dine, and the heavens will scream once more.”