Chapter 63: — Amber Woke Up.

The creature’s glowing pink eyes flickered, the sickly light dimming for a brief second before she lashed out, forcing Kael’s arm to lash blindly at the empty air.

It was a tug-of-war for the soul, and the ground around them began to crack under the sheer pressure of their competing wills.

“Damn fly!” the entity snarled, furious at the sudden interruption. She could feel her grip on the vessel rapidly deteriorating.

Desperate to escape before Kael fully regained control, she propelled herself into the sky, streaking away from the town at a terrifying speed.

But just as the creature reached the edge of the woods a few kilometers out, her hold finally shattered.

The body plummeted from the heavens like a broken toy, slamming into the earth with a bone-jarring, deafening thud.

The impact cratered the forest floor and sent a violent shockwave rippling through the ground—a thunderous boom that echoed across the entire town of Korua, alerting everyone to the catastrophe.

Amber woke up hours later, dazed and lying on the ground in her garden.

A throbbing, severe headache pulsed behind her eyes as she forced herself to stand, her legs feeling like jelly. Trembling and weak, she stumbled inside the house.

Kael was sitting in the hallway, waiting with a plate of food and a glass of milk.

He gestured for her to eat, so she sat down and began to shovel the food into her mouth, desperate to quiet the hollow ache in her stomach.

Amber couldn’t remember the terrifying encounter with the entity.

All she could recall was Kael asking her to play the suaro while he used her ass for his cock.

She had a vague, nagging hunch that something had gone wrong during their time together, but she couldn’t quite put her finger on it.

Because this wasn’t the first time she had blacked out during a session with Kael, she didn’t worry about it too much. She simply assumed it was just another part of their routine.

Kael acted perfectly calm in front of Amber, but inside, his heart hammered so hard it felt like it might burst from his chest.

He had taken a massive risk by returning to town. If his mother remembered anything, he planned to dismiss it as a product of her overactive imagination—a fever dream she’d conjured while she was unconscious.

Kael knew just how incredibly lucky he had been to transform into a demon, fly across the sky, and crash back to earth without anyone seemingly catching on to what had actually happened.

“Mother, drink some milk, too. You must be feeling exhausted.”

Amber looked at the genuine concern in Kael’s eyes as he spoke, her own tension melting away. “Don’t worry, sweetie. I’m feeling much better now that I’ve eaten.”

Kael had somehow managed to make it back to the house after the crash at the demon’s landing point, but the chaos left in his wake was nearly impossible to hide.

The massive crater and the shockwave that had rattled the entire town of Korua were not things that could be easily explained away; the town was already buzzing with fearful speculation, and it was only a matter of time before someone came to investigate the disaster.

Kael and Amber took a bath together. As he washed her body, he recalled how desperately he had struggled to make it back home after the crash.

While cleaning her, he noticed the jagged cut on her cheek where the entity’s claws had dug in. He reached for the only remedy he had: the medicinal paste Eric had gifted Amber.

He gently applied it to her cheek, relieved to see that by the time she had woken up, the deep gash had already faded to a faint scar.

Her bruised and abused ass was another matter; it couldn’t heal in a single day.

Once the bath was finished, Kael went to his room and began to meditate.

Today’s misadventure had ignited a new sense of urgency within him.

From the memories he had scavenged from the former Kael, Kael now possessed two crucial pieces of information regarding his demonic possession.

First, demons no longer held any unified territory under their control.

They were reduced to scattered patches of land they had never abandoned. Once, they had ruled vast swathes of the world, but they had lost a series of wars against other races, steadily forfeiting their lands one after another.

Second, demons were strictly forbidden from entering lands controlled by other races. If caught, they would be hunted down without mercy.

It wasn’t hard for Kael to guess what would happen to him if his true nature were ever revealed. If the human mages discovered what he was, they would hunt him down without mercy.

But his situation was a trap; if he tried to run, he would likely end up dead even faster.

His best bet was to wait for that dragoness to contact him and ask for advice on how to handle the possession.

Even though it might have seemed to an outsider that Kael had handled the situation bravely, in truth, he was as terrified as a cow being led to slaughter.

Every action he took was a desperate move to keep his head attached to his shoulders and avoid being killed by a hoard of powerful human mages.

That dragoness was the only entity Kael knew who might actually help him—or, at the very least, guide him through this treacherous path.

He had time to visit his aunt’s place, but the beating he had received earlier left his own backside too sore to move comfortably.

He decided it was best to let Kyro handle her anger and simmer it down before making any more visits.

Besides, he was in no state to perform, so he avoided the matter entirely, dedicating the day to mana cultivation using the only circulation technique he knew.

The entire day flew by in a blur of focus. He would cultivate, take a brief rest, and then start all over again.

Amber didn’t require any help, so he remained absorbed in his practice until nightfall.

After a quick dinner, he resumed his cultivation once more, continuing until he was too exhausted to keep his eyes open and finally collapsed into sleep.