[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-reincarnated-as-an-elf-prince":3,"chapter-reincarnated-as-an-elf-prince-reincarnated-as-an-elf-prince-chapter-505":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Reincarnated as an Elf Prince",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":20,"prevChapterSlug":21,"totalChapters":22,"novelImage":23},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":16,"volume":17,"translator":18,"content_hash":19},267684,538,"Chapter 505: Devourer","reincarnated-as-an-elf-prince-chapter-505",505,"\u003Cp>Lindarion’s eyes slowly lifted toward the fissure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It widened—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>a hair’s breadth—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>as if smiling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fissure widened—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>only slightly,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but enough that the air screamed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not aloud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not in sound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But in pressure—a ringing vibration felt in bone, like a bowstring pulled too far.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ashwing scrambled behind Lindarion’s shoulder. \"No. Nope. I don’t like that. I don’t like ANYTHING that smiles without a mouth.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nysha didn’t answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her jaw was clenched; her hand hovered above her blade, not drawn, not sheathed, as if the weapon itself couldn’t decide whether drawing it was bravery or suicide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lindarion took one step forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fissure responded immediately—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>its edges twisting,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>fraying like torn silk\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>woven with gold and violet threads.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The voice came again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not from the desert.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not from the fissure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside their heads.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You’re late, Eldorath’s child.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nysha’s breath hitched. \"That’s—no. That’s too clear. Voices that clear don’t come from fractures. They come from—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"—something looking through,\" Lindarion finished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He raised his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The desert held its breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fissure trembled, as if amused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Closer.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ashwing grabbed Lindarion’s collar with tiny claws. \"Do NOT get closer. What if it pulls you in? What if it eats you? What if it EATS ME THROUGH YOU?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lindarion didn’t move another step.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, he extended his aura—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>thin, controlled, gold fading to white.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not enough to provoke,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but enough to see.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fissure reacted like fabric brushing against flame.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Golden light refracted off its edges, and suddenly—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>for a fraction of a heartbeat—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the thing inside became visible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nysha swore under her breath. \"That’s... not mortal.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its silhouette was tall, humanoid only in the vaguest sense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arms too long.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ribs too many.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eyes like inverted stars—black voids with burning white rings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Symbols floated above its shoulders, orbiting like slow moons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not demonic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not divine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something older.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lindarion’s system flared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Entity Detected: ???]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Classification: Undefined]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Threat Level: Impossible to Estimate]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Warning: Fissure is NOT a barrier to this entity.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Recommendation: Retreat.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The voice didn’t wait.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You walk toward Dythrael.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nysha stiffened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ashwing whined.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lindarion’s gaze sharpened, all warmth gone. \"How do you know that name?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sound like shifting bones echoed across the desert—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>a laugh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Because I remember when he was born.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lindarion’s breath faltered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The desert dimmed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the mana dust froze in the air, suspended mid-fall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nysha whispered, \"That’s impossible...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That’s older than the first epoch,\" Lindarion murmured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Older than your epochs,\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the voice agreed,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"and older than your fear.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fissure widened again—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>no longer hair-thin\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but finger-thick.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sand under their feet retreated, pulled toward it in a slow spiral.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ashwing shrieked. \"It’s DRINKING the desert! Stop it—stop it—Lindarion DO SOMETHING!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lindarion didn’t panic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He lifted one hand—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>palm outward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Calm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Steady.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Focused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The same way he stopped the Sand Warden.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this time—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the fissure pulsed with laughter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You think will can bind me?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lindarion’s jaw tightened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I don’t need to bind you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His aura shifted—gold igniting white, white streaked with shadow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A tri-color pulse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He struck the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not the fissure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The space around it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The desert cracked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mana surged outward in concentric rings, briefly revealing the underlying web of this region’s aether—a tangled lattice, overloaded and unstable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fissure spasmed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entity inside recoiled, its silhouette flickering like a candle about to gutter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The voice sharpened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...you are not the Tree. You are not the blood who broke us.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lindarion didn’t blink. \"Then stop looking at me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entity went silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The desert held its breath again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fissure folded inward,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>shrinking abruptly,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>like something yanking it shut from the other side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before it vanished, a whisper slipped through.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soft.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Expectant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Find me when you break.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fissure vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not closed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The desert resumed breathing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mana dust drifted again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Heat-waves shimmered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ashwing collapsed facefirst into Lindarion’s hood. \"I hate this place. I HATE THIS PLACE. LET’S GO NORTH. CAN WE GO NORTH. LET’S JUST LIVE IN A CAVE.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nysha exhaled shakily. \"That thing... whatever it was... it knew Dythrael. And your ancestor. And it wasn’t lying.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lindarion stared at the empty air where the fissure had been.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I know.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And you’re not running?\" she asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He shook his head slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No. If it wanted to kill us, we’d be dead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wanted to warn us.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Warn us of what?\" Ashwing groaned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lindarion turned toward the south.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Toward the vast shimmering dunes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Toward where Luneth and his mother were imprisoned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes hardened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That Dythrael isn’t the only thing waiting there.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The desert changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not gradually—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One moment, dunes rolled endlessly under the white sun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next, the horizon bent sideways, warping like heat haze with a pulse behind it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sand shifted color—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>from pale gold\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>to dull grey.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nysha halted mid-step. \"This... wasn’t here a second ago.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ashwing peeked over Lindarion’s shoulder and immediately squeaked. \"Nope. Nope. This is corpse-colored sand. I don’t trust corpse-colored sand.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wind carried no heat now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No warmth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just a low, constant hum—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>like breath through hollow bones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ahead lay a field of stone monoliths, half-buried and leaning at impossible angles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some were cracked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some had fallen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some were untouched despite the erosion of ages.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But every one of them had been carved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Names.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dates.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Symbols.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A graveyard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Except—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nysha crouched, brushing sand off the nearest monolith. \"These inscriptions... they’re in high Sylvarion. But old. Like... pre-First Epoch old.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lindarion knelt beside her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The runes were faint, half-erased, but he recognized the shape of one symbol:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A serpent devouring its own tail.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Coiled twice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ashwing gulped. \"Isn’t that Veyrath’s—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No,\" Lindarion said quietly. \"But it’s from his era.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He placed his hand on the stone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It thrummed weakly—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>a trace of ancient mana,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>too faint to be dangerous,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but too strange to be ignored.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nysha walked between the tilted stones. \"These aren’t graves. They’re markers.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"For what?\" Ashwing asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She stopped at a jagged pillar half-swallowed by the earth. \"For battles. These are battlefield memorials. Look—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She brushed more sand away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More runes emerged:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Here lies the battleground where the Demi-Human Host was consumed by the Devourer of Dawn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Let this stone mark the first fall of the Veil.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ashwing blinked. \"...Who’s the Devourer of Dawn?\"\u003C\u002Fp>",1033,"2026-05-29T17:03:26.149Z","2026-06-01T04:29:47.183Z",1,"novelbin.me","77ac0c90c5eb66c42e2bf81aaa0dbd46259d830ff1ded60e134d3c0d98eec022","reincarnated-as-an-elf-prince-chapter-506","reincarnated-as-an-elf-prince-chapter-504",564,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Freincarnated-as-an-elf-prince-cover.jpg"]