Reincarnated with a lucky draw system - Chapter 213

Chapter 213: REVENENT BLOODLINE
Dream sealed the mana oath with Draken and Lyrith, a binding pact woven into the fabric of reality itself, its threads anchored to her very soul. The oath was a double-edged blade: if she broke it, her life would be forfeit, dissolving the pact entirely. But if the demons betrayed their vow, they alone would face death’s embrace, while the oath’s chains endured. The air crackled as the ritual concluded, the chamber’s crystalline lanterns dimming as if the universe itself acknowledged the weight of their agreement, a fragile truce forged in mutual distrust.

Years cascaded by, and Dream—now relegated to the roles of observer and advisor—watched the world unfold from the sidelines. At first, the truce seemed a prudent choice, a shield preserving her waning strength. But she had made a grave error, one whispered in cautionary tales: never strike a deal with demons, for they always find loopholes. Draken, true to his cunning, abstained from direct action, but his pawns, shadowy extensions of his will wove a web of treachery. Liam and his wife were ensnared in a deadly trap, a calculated betrayal that left their family fractured. While Aaron and Isobel, Liam’s children, were spared direct harm as per the oath, they were thrust into a crucible of pain and cruelty, their lives marred by relentless adversity. The Highborn family’s suffering gnawed at Dream’s heart, regret festering like a wound she could not heal. Bound by her oath, she could only watch, a powerless spectator praying Velira’s descendants would rise above their trials, forging strength from the ashes of their broken legacy.

Draken’s influence grew, his pawn Geralt ascending to dominate the world, his victory a dark tide swallowing hope. Yet Draken’s greatest miscalculation lay in sparing Aaron Highborn, a spark destined to ignite a cosmic reckoning, a mistake that would unravel his schemes in ways he could not foresee.

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“So, basically, she helped Geralt and never intervened because you forced her into some deal?” Isobel asked, her voice sharp with disbelief as she pieced together her father’s tale, her eyes narrowing with a mix of anger and betrayal.

The room, bathed in the soft glow of starflower-scented candles, felt stifling, the weight of the revelation pressing against her.

“Yes,” Liam confirmed, his voice heavy with sorrow, his crimson eyes clouded with memories of choices made and prices paid.

“It was the only way to protect us, to keep the demons at bay.”

“So much for loving you,” Isobel retorted, her tone biting, her fists clenching at her sides.

“She let you risk your life raiding a dungeon that was obviously a trap!” Her words cut like a blade, her frustration a storm brewing beneath her composed exterior.

“That wasn’t her fault,” Liam countered, his voice soft but firm, tinged with a sadness that seemed to age him.

“We chose to invade that dungeon, against her warnings. We were stubborn, Isobel.

I couldn’t let her sacrifice herself for me again.”

His admission hung in the air, a confession of guilt and love intertwined, his gaze distant as he relived those fateful decisions.

Aaron remained silent, his presence a towering pillar of calm amid the emotional tempest.

His dark eyes, still faintly aglow with the abyssal hue of his power, observed his father and sister closely, absorbing every nuance of their exchange.

Internally, he engaged in a dialogue with his system, his mind a fortress of calculation and resolve.

“How can I save her from her condition?” Aaron asked the system, his mental voice steady, seeking a solution to Dream’s plight while the weight of his parents’ expectations pressed upon him.

[Her DNA is mutating,] the system replied, its tone clinical yet edged with exasperation.

[The dungeon core is tearing her body apart, and the immortal bloodline is exacerbating the decay.

[ The only viable solution is her death. She needs to cease being an immortal.]

“And why would I want her dead?” Aaron shot back, his mental tone sharp with incredulity. “My parents want me to save her, not kill her.”

[You’re the Night Father, you idiot,] the system retorted, its voice dripping with sarcasm.

[Think. You can make her undead or something similar. You wield dominion over life and death.]

[You can render her unkillable, immortal in a different way.]

“Hmm,” Aaron mused, a faint smile curling his lips as the system’s suggestion sparked a flicker of inspiration.

“It’s always better to have two brains. One can pick up the slack when the other’s lagging.”

His tone was light, teasing, a rare moment of levity in his cosmic machinations.

[Your brain’s always lagging,] the system jabbed. [I’m starting to think it’s more about the owner than the hardware.]

“Shut up,” Aaron quipped, unfazed. “Why stress my brain when I’ve got you to do the heavy lifting?” His mental banter with the system was a familiar dance, a spark of humor amid his godlike burdens.

[The dumb ones always have excuses for being dumb,] the system countered, its tone dry but amused, a grudging acknowledgment of their partnership.

“Alright, enough,” Aaron said aloud, his voice cutting through the room’s tension like a blade through silk.

He strode toward Dream, his movements fluid and commanding, each step resonating with the authority of one who bent reality to his will.

The Highborn family turned to him, their eyes a mix of hope and apprehension.

“You found a solution?” Charlotte asked, her voice trembling with a flicker of hope, her silver-streaked hair catching the candlelight as she gazed at her son, searching for reassurance.

“Yup,” Aaron replied, his tone deceptively casual, a disarming innocence in his expression that belied his intent.

“All I have to do is kill her.”

“Son, didn’t you hear the story?” Liam stammered, panic flashing across his face as he stepped forward, fear gripping him at the thought of Aaron’s ruthless pragmatism. “She didn’t act out of anger or hatred!”

“There are two options,” Aaron said, his voice calm but unyielding, his eyes glinting with a certainty that silenced protest.

“I either kill her or rewind time to restore her body’s state.

One’s far more satisfying.”

Without hesitation, he drove his hand into Dream’s chest, his fingers piercing with surgical precision as he activated his Immortality Domain, a shimmering aura that enveloped the room in a veil of ethereal power, freezing time’s flow around her fading form.

Dream gasped, a sharp, ragged sound as the light in her eyes dimmed, her body slumping lifeless under Aaron’s merciless act.

The room fell into a stunned silence, the Highborns watching with bated breath, their hearts pounding as they awaited the outcome of Aaron’s enigmatic plan.

“You’ve worked hard, Dream,” Aaron murmured to her still form, his voice soft, almost reverent, as if addressing a warrior who had earned her rest.

“I wanted you to find peace, to enjoy the life you fought for. But it seems fate demands more of you.”

He accessed the Night Father’s Codex, a metaphysical archive pulsing with arcane knowledge, its pages shimmering in his mind as he sifted through bloodlines for a suitable vessel for her rebirth.

“Hmm?” Aaron paused, curiosity etching his features as an unexpected resonance stirred within him.

He had intended to grant Dream the bloodline of a lich, a fitting mantle for her unyielding spirit.

But something deeper, a primal instinct within his Night Father essence, tugged at him, urging a different path.

For the first time, his will aligned with an unseen force, a bloodline resonating with Dream’s soul in a way he hadn’t anticipated.