My Infinite System. - Chapter 156: Kaelis Moves

Chapter 156: Kaelis Moves

The Nova Sanctum drifted silent through the clouds.

Its shadow fell wide across the land, a moving omen. Villages burned in its wake, wards cracked, rivers steamed. But inside its hull, the air was still.

For days, Lucian’s door hadn’t opened. The crew moved around it like it was another part of the ship’s structure, untouchable. Lucy never knocked. Karl joked about kicking it in, but never did. They all felt the weight behind it—like a storm pressed flat behind glass, waiting.

Then one night, the lock hissed.

The door slid open, smoke-like mana spilling faintly into the corridor. Lucian stepped out.

He looked different.

His skin was marked faint with fresh scars, still raw at the edges, but his stance was steady. His eyes held none of the dull weight from before; they burned steady now, sharp, calm, heavier than before. The air around him bent faint, space rippling in and out, steady like a heartbeat.

A Gamma’s presence.

He didn’t waste words. His cloak shifted around his shoulders as he moved down the corridor, his boots striking with even weight. The hum of the Sanctum’s engines seemed to bow faint under his steps.

The control room doors slid open.

Karl and Lucy were already inside, standing by the consoles. Lucy turned first. She didn’t say anything. Her eyes lingered on him, taking in the difference. Karl’s grin came quick, sharp, though his brows lifted faint.

“Well, look who finally crawled out of his hole,” Karl said. “Took you long enough.”

Lucian ignored him. He walked to the center console, placing a hand lightly on its edge. “Alfred.”

The ship’s AI answered instantly, voice even, calm.

[Yes, Captain.]

Lucian’s eyes narrowed slightly. “Where are we?”

The central screen flickered. A map spread wide, glowing lines tracing rivers, forests, and jagged mountains. The Sanctum’s marker drifted slowly east. Ahead, another nation spread vast, its wards lit bright silver across valleys and ridges. Towers marked their capital, wolves etched into their sigils.

[We are approaching the eastern territories,] Alfred said. [A fortified nation ruled by the Wolf King. Their wards extend into the mountains. Current strength readings: high.]

At the mention of wolf, a weight shifted on Lucian’s shoulder.

Kaelis stirred.

The little dragon lifted his head, molten eyes glowing faint, his tail curling lazily around Lucian’s collar. His ears twitched once, sharp, before his mouth curved into a slow, smug grin. Smoke curled from his nostrils as he chuckled low.

“Leave this one for me, brat,” Kaelis said, his voice cutting through the hum of the room. “I’ll handle it.”

Lucian’s brow arched, his gaze sliding sideways toward the creature on his shoulder. His tone stayed flat. “Why?”

Kaelis flicked his tail against Lucian’s neck, his grin widening. “You ask too many questions.”

Lucian’s eyes narrowed faint, his hand tapping once against the console. “That’s not an answer.”

Kaelis gave a long yawn, teeth glinting in the glow of the screens, before settling back into his perch. “Answers are for mortals who care about reason. I don’t need a reason. I said it’s mine. That’s enough.”

Lucian’s smirk curved faint at one corner. “Blah, blah, blah.”

Karl barked a laugh from the side. “God of gods, huh? Finally wants to stretch his claws? This I gotta see.”

Kaelis snapped his molten eyes toward Karl, tail flicking harder. “Watch your tongue, cub. When I’m done, there won’t be bones left to laugh over.”

Karl grinned wider, leaning against the console. “Promises, promises.”

Lucy cut in, her voice low but steady. “If Kaelis says he wants it, then let him. He’s been quiet too long. We’ve all seen what these nations are capable of. Better he proves he still has weight.”

Lucian’s gaze lingered on her for a moment before he straightened, pulling his hand from the console. His eyes flicked once more to Kaelis, calm but sharp.

“You wanted it,” Lucian said. “You’ll get it. But if you slip, I’ll cut in.”

Kaelis’s laugh rumbled low, smoke curling faint from his nostrils. “You won’t need to. Watch closely, brat. You’ve forgotten what gods look like when they stop sleeping.”

The room dimmed into silence. The map glowed steady, the wards of the Wolf Nation bright against the dark spread of mountains. The Sanctum drifted closer, its engines humming.

Karl crossed his arms, still grinning, but there was a faint edge to his eyes now. “Guess the wolves are about to find out what real teeth look like.”

Lucy’s gaze stayed locked on the map, her jaw tightening faint. “And so will we.”

The Sanctum pushed through clouds, its shadow spilling wide across the land below.

Villages lined the valleys, wolfkin patrols moving in disciplined packs. Wards burned silver across ridges, their light humming steady. The capital stood beyond, its walls carved into the mountain, its towers sharp like spears.

Inside the capital, alarms rang. Wolfkin poured to the walls, their shamans pressing bloodied claws against the stone, their chants rising loud. The wards blazed brighter, silver light casting across the forests.

The wolves were ready.

But above them, the Nova Sanctum kept drifting, its belly humming, its cannons glowing faint.

And in the control room, Lucian stood silent, his eyes fixed on the map, Kaelis perched smugly on his shoulder.

The little dragon’s voice came soft but sharp, almost playful.

“Let’s see if your precious wolves can howl louder than fire.”

Wolf Nation

The Wolf King’s hall was thick with heat and voices.

Torches burned along the blackstone walls, their silver flames snapping with each word thrown across the chamber. Chiefs from the mountain clans, hunters from the deep valleys, shamans with their robes still stained in blood from the wards—all stood gathered. The scent of iron and smoke pressed heavy in the air.

At the head of it all, the Wolf King sat.

He was massive, broad-shouldered, his mane long and silver with streaks of darker shadow cutting through it. Scars crisscrossed his arms, each one a mark of battle he had survived. His yellow eyes were sharp, catching every flicker of fear in the room. When he spoke, his voice rolled like thunder through the stone.

“Taragon is gone. His land is ash. His head, taken.”

The words silenced the chamber. The chiefs shifted, claws tapping against the floor, ears twitching, tails lashing. One broke the stillness, his voice tight with anger.

“We cannot meet such a fate. The wards must be strengthened. Every clan must pour their blood into them. If we hold the walls, we hold the kingdom.”

Another snarled back. “Walls did not save Taragon. His wards burned with him.”

The shaman nearest the dais raised her staff, silver lines burning faint across its length. “Taragon’s pride blinded him. He thought himself untouchable. We will not make that mistake. The Wolf Nation watches, hunts, and strikes when the enemy falters. That is how we survive.”

The chamber rumbled with agreement, though none spoke with the certainty they wished to feel. The stories from the south had spread like sickness. Villages gone overnight. Fire from the sky. Soldiers reduced to ash before their claws even touched an enemy.

The Wolf King raised his hand, claws curling. Silence fell again.

“We are wolves,” he growled. “Not sheep. If fire comes from the heavens, we leap to meet it. If death walks our lands, we bare our fangs and take its throat. This kingdom is not prey. It is a pack. And a pack does not fall.”

Roars answered him, fists striking chests, claws scraping stone. The sound filled the hall, rolling through the mountain.

But it was cut short.

The air trembled.

A low hum spread through the walls, faint at first, then sharper, heavier. Torches flickered sideways, their flames bending against an unseen wind. The shamans froze mid-chant, their eyes going wide.

Then the ceiling cracked.

A line of fire tore through the stone, splitting it apart. Light roared down into the chamber, golden and violent, swallowing half the torches in an instant. Dust and stone rained, warriors scrambling back as the roof gave way.

From the blaze, a shape unfurled.

Wings stretched wide, vast enough to blot out the hall’s light. Scales glowed molten, each one dripping fire as if it had been forged in a furnace. A maw opened, sharp teeth glinting as smoke spilled from between them.

Kaelis descended.

The shamans screamed, their chants breaking into chaos. Chiefs drew their weapons, their roars rising to meet his. But Kaelis only laughed—a deep, grinding sound that shook the rubble around him.

“Wolves,” he hissed, smoke curling from his nostrils. “You’ve howled too long.”

The Wolf King stood, his claws flexing, his aura surging outward to steady his people. His voice roared across the chamber. “Who dares strike the den of wolves?!”

Kaelis’s eyes glowed molten, his wings snapping once, blasting half the chamber into flame. “I do.”

The first strike came fast. His breath spilled out in a stream of fire, hotter than molten rock. It washed over the warriors nearest him, their roars cut short as they turned to ash. The stone floor cracked under the heat, wards along the walls screaming as they shattered one by one.

The Wolf King leapt forward, claws glowing silver, his roar colliding with the storm. The hall shook under it, a clash of monster against monster, king against something older, heavier, stranger.

Kaelis met him head-on.

Claws scraped scales, fire clashed with silver aura, the impact splitting the hall in half. Chiefs were hurled into walls, shamans burned where they stood, the mountain itself trembling with each blow.

The Wolf Nation had prepared for war. They had gathered their clans, fortified their wards, sharpened every fang they had. But no wall could hold against a god that chose to wake.

Kaelis tore through them, laughter booming through the ruins. His flames didn’t just burn flesh—they burned spirit, wards, stone, even the very chants that tried to bind him. Every howl of defiance was swallowed in his fire.

And above it all, the Wolf King roared, his silver mane blazing as he fought to hold his nation together.

Back aboard the Nova Sanctum, the control room was quiet.

The screens flickered with distant readings, the map of the eastern mountains trembling with spikes of energy. From the viewport, the glow of fire on the horizon burned faint, bright even against the night sky.

Karl leaned against the railing, arms crossed, watching the distant storm. “Damn. He wasn’t kidding.” His smirk curved, though his eyes held something heavier. “Never seen him like that.”

Lucy stood near the console, her arms folded, her gaze steady on the blaze outside. She didn’t speak, but her lips pressed thin, her grip tight against her arm.

Lucian stood at the center, cloak hanging loose around his shoulders, his eyes fixed on the glow. His voice was calm, low, carrying through the hum of the room.

“I don’t know what has gotten into him…” He paused, his gaze narrowing faintly. “…but one thing I do know. He must have had a beef with wolves.”

Karl barked a laugh, shaking his head. “Beef? That’s putting it light.”

Lucy finally spoke, her voice soft but sharp. “Whatever it is, he won’t stop until nothing’s left.”

The Sanctum drifted on, silent above the storm.

Below, the Wolf Nation’s howls were swallowed by fire.

And in the control room, Lucian’s words hung heavy.

Whatever grudge Kaelis carried, it was older than their fight, deeper than their war.

And the wolves had just stepped into it.

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