Primordial Awakening: I Can Evolve My Skills Infinitely - Chapter 286

Chapter 286: More Mist Summons, The Zone’s Two Bosses
Spears of Hell! Angel Summon!

Both monarchs shouted their skills at once, and the atmosphere around Sam shifted violently.

The ground cracked under the force of their combined power, as if reality itself was straining to contain it.

Alikar moved first.

He slammed his foot down hard, and the entire square trembled.

A massive, fiery pit tore open beneath him, glowing red and black, like the mouth of Hell itself yawning wide.

Heat poured out in waves, distorting the air.

From the infernal chasm, two enormous spears rose up—each made entirely of burning crimson fire.

The flames twisted and coiled around the shafts, alive and angry.

Alikar reached out and gripped both with his bare hands, completely unfazed by the heat that would have incinerated anyone else.

His grin widened, his muscles tightening with power as the infernal weapons pulsed in his grasp.

As for Ilaris, her [Angel Summon] was far more strange and unsettling.

She didn’t call out a chant or raise her weapon.

Instead, she opened her mouth—and began to emit a high-pitched sound, a celestial frequency that was almost painful to hear.

The mist surrounding the battlefield reacted immediately, swirling faster, twisting violently as if it were alive.

Shapes began to form within it.

Figures started to move.

And then—

Bam! Bam! Bam!

They emerged one after another, wings unfolding, eyes glowing faintly.

But what Sam saw was not divine.

It was corruption given form.

These weren’t angels from any heaven.

They were born from the mist itself.

—

[Mist Angel]

[Level: 110]

[Skills: Fly, Angel Blade, Hollow Gaze]

[Description: Angels corrupted by the mist and transformed into these beings.]

—

Each was about one meter and seventy tall, but nothing about them looked remotely holy.

Their bodies were made of thick, vapor-like mist that constantly shifted and dripped, as though they were melting from existence.

Their faces were featureless except for glowing eyes, and their wings flapped in jerky, broken motions, unnaturally stiff.

They looked like puppets whose strings were being pulled by madness itself.

“Are these the angels of your [Heaven]?” Sam asked mockingly, raising a brow. “Amazing.”

“You can’t judge me,” Ilaris sighed, her tone tired yet faintly irritated. “It’s not like it matters. We just need one victory, and everything will be over.”

SWASH!

The [Mist Angels]—about fifty of them—screeched and lunged forward all at once, swinging their misty blades in synchronized fury.

Sam didn’t even flinch.

He moved effortlessly, dodging and deflecting as if they were moving in slow motion.

Each swing missed by a hair.

Each strike that came close was met with his blade, turned aside with ease.

They weren’t a threat.

Not to him.

[Let’s just get this over with.]

The panel flashed before his eyes.

He looked at the two monarchs, and a faint smile touched his lips.

After everything he’d been through—the celestial group, the past monarchs, the endless battles—these two didn’t intimidate him.

They were strong, yes.

But not unbeatable.

Not even close.

To him, they were just another wall to break.

And right now, he was ready to tear it down.

“Primordial Tendrils!”

Dozens of black tendrils burst out from his sword, moving like serpents through the air.

They slithered toward the angels and the monarchs simultaneously.

The angels swung their mist blades desperately, trying to cut the tendrils—but it was useless.

Their blades passed through them harmlessly.

In the next instant, the tendrils wrapped around their bodies and crushed them, snapping their forms apart.

They dissolved back into mist, gone completely.

The monarchs, however, were a different story.

Their weapons flashed, and the tendrils were sliced cleanly through before they could touch them.

“I can’t believe it,” Ilaris said dramatically, placing a hand over her heart. “You killed my angels.”

She sighed, pretending to mourn, before her lips curled into a grin.

“Too bad I can summon… an infinite amount of them.”

The mist stirred again.

More figures began forming.

Dozens more.

Sam clenched his jaw.

Fine.

If she wanted to play this game, he could escalate it too.

“Primordial Hellscape!”

A wave of black and crimson fire burst from his body, spreading across the battlefield.

The temperature spiked instantly, and the newly summoned angels screamed as they burned away into nothing.

But the monarchs stood unaffected.

Their barriers shimmered around them—one golden, one fiery red.

‘Not working out,’ Sam thought coldly. ‘I need something… stronger.’

“He killed my angels again!” Ilaris groaned loudly. “Again!”

And just like before, she summoned another swarm, filling the mist with wings and screeches.

Sam’s patience was fading.

“All Hope is Lost Before Him!”

The moment he activated the skill, a shift rippled through the air.

It wasn’t a physical attack—it was something deeper, a spiritual weight that pressed down on all who looked at him.

For a second, he thought it might actually work.

But Ilaris and Alikar merely blinked, unfazed.

They weren’t affected at all.

However, the [Mist Angels] weren’t so lucky.

The instant they met his gaze, their forms shuddered violently.

The [Doom] status effect hit them all at once.

Their wings stopped flapping, and one by one, they dropped from the sky like dead birds.

They hit the ground, writhing and fading.

The [Primordial Clone] moved quickly, finishing them off with precise, merciless strikes.

“My angels aren’t doing much,” Ilaris admitted, finally sounding annoyed.

She turned to Alikar with a smirk. “Perhaps your summons will do something.”

Alikar groaned.

“Alright.”

He lifted one of his spears high.

Demonic Summon: Boss!

BOOM!

The mist on his side of the field suddenly turned deep crimson.

It rippled violently, and from within it, two massive beasts emerged.

Compared to Ilaris’s fragile summons, Alikar’s were pure destruction made flesh.

Each step they took shook the square beneath them.

Sam narrowed his eyes, analyzing them instantly.

—

[Mist Brute (Boss)]

[Level: 110]

[Skills: Mace Smash, Muscle Buff, Hell Transfer]

[Description: The boss of the “Hell” zone, strengthened by the mist.]

—

[Fallen Mist Angel (Boss)]

[Level: 110]

[Skills: Angelic Voice, Fallen From Grace, Heaven Transfer]

[Description: The boss of the “Heaven” zone, strengthened by the mist and flames of hell.]

—

So that was it.

These were the final bosses a normal awakener would face—one from each side.

But now, both stood before him at once.

‘This is so…’

[Easy =)]

Sam smirked faintly.

Right.

If that was how his system saw it, then he had no reason to worry.

“We should go too,” Ilaris said, her tone light but her smile sharp.

She raised her hand, summoning another army of [Mist Angels]—this time, more than a hundred.

“Let’s end it quickly.”

“Right,” Alikar agreed, spinning his flaming spears. “Let’s do that.”

The air trembled as their combined power surged.

The mist darkened, the ground cracked, and the entire space seemed to close in around Sam.

He was surrounded now—completely.

‘One hundred [Mist Angels], two bosses, and the two monarchs,’ Sam thought with a quiet sigh. ‘I can win, but I have to be careful.’

If they threw him into the mist, even for a moment, it could be over.

He had no room for mistakes.

“Primordial Prediction.”

He activated the ability immediately.

Dozens of images flickered across his vision, showing the next five moves of his opponents.

But almost instantly, he realized the flaw.

When he had fought the [Darkness Monarch], it had worked perfectly—every prediction focused on a single target.

Now, with more than a hundred enemies attacking him at once, the predictions were scattered.

Five flashes of movement, five glimpses of danger—and then, nothing.

The ability had burned through its limit in just two seconds.

It wasn’t useless, but it wasn’t enough either.

Slash!

Ilaris appeared in front of him first, faster than lightning, swinging her [Blade of Heaven] in a shining arc.

Sam’s sword met it in a spark of light, deflecting the strike with a metallic screech.

‘Take care of the others,’ he ordered silently to his clone. ‘Let’s get this over with.’

The clone grinned, a perfect mirror of him, before launching toward the [Mist Angels], the [Mist Brute], and the [Fallen Mist Angel].

Meanwhile, Sam faced Ilaris and Alikar directly.

The Monarchs of Heaven and Hell stood side by side, their combined auras distorting the space around them.

Both were smiling now, predators that believed they were cornering their prey.

Sam tightened his grip on his blade, his aura flaring like a storm.

[Whatever =)]

The words appeared on his panel, calm and taunting, as if even his system mocked the challenge before him.

And as the mist swirled violently, their battle finally began.