Chapter 145: Chapter 143: Karichathan Mocks... The One Descends...
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Nobody relaxed hearing the creature wanted them to be relax.
That only made him laugh harder.
Finally, one of the clan leaders stepped forward.
"Who are you?"
The creature tilted its head.
The smile never left his face.
"You don’t know?"
The leader remained silent.
The creature placed a hand dramatically over his chest.
Then bowed while sitting.
"Karichathan."
The name landed like a hammer.
Several practitioners immediately froze.
Others visibly trembled.
Even among tantra circles, that name was known.
Not because he was the strongest.
Not because he ruled armies.
But because wherever Karichathan appeared...
Someone’s karma was usually about to collect interest.
Chattan is a name which carries weight behind it.
It was a dream to many Tantra users to control one who were a new born or less powerful.
But the one before him is clearly not a weak one.
The kuttichattan seemed delighted by their reactions.
"Hehehe."
Then he looked around the clearing.
His gaze passed over the ritual circles.
The offerings.
The sacrifices.
The symbols.
The blood.
His smile somehow grew wider.
"What a wonderful mess."
Nobody responded.
Because nobody liked the way he said it.
One of the clan leaders finally lost patience.
"Why are you here?"
Karichathan immediately pointed at himself.
"Me?"
The leader nodded.
The kuttichattan looked genuinely surprised.
Then he burst into laughter.
"-HEHEHEHE!!!"
The sound echoed throughout the forest.
When he finally calmed down, he wiped an imaginary tear from his eye.
"Oh no."
He shook his head.
"No no no."
His grin returned.
-Grin!
"I’m only an audience tonight."
The practitioners frowned.
Karichathan pointed toward a nearby tree.
Then another. Then the fog itself.
"As a matter of fact..."
He crossed his legs comfortably.
"...I have the best seat in the entire forest."
The remaining clan leaders felt unease creeping into their hearts.
The creature wasn’t afraid.
Not even slightly.
That alone was terrifying.
Then Karichathan suddenly pointed toward the darkness beyond the fog.
His eyes sparkled with excitement.
The grin stretched wider.
Almost like a child waiting for the punchline of a joke.
"The person who actually wants to talk to you..."
His voice dropped slightly.
"...is still on the way."
The clearing became deathly silent.
Karichathan’s excitement only increased.
He leaned forward on the branch.
Swinging his legs.
Watching the fog.
Watching the darkness.
Watching the practitioners.
Like a mischievous child eagerly waiting for his prank to unfold.
"...."
And for the first time that night, the remaining clan leaders began wondering whether Karichathan’s arrival had merely been the warning bell.
And whether the true horror had yet to arrive.
The clearing remained silent after Karichathan’s declaration.
The fog continued rolling between the trees.
The torches burned weakly.
Nobody dared lower their guard.
Yet the fear that had gripped the practitioners earlier was slowly being replaced by something else.
Realization.
The surviving clan leaders exchanged glances.
Then one of them suddenly froze.
A memory surfaced.
The injured survivor.
The missing arm.
The missing eye.
The terrified look in his remaining eye.
The uncontrollable laughter.
The desperate warnings.
The elder’s face slowly paled.
His gaze snapped toward Karichathan.
Then his eyes widened.
Everything clicked.
The survivor.
The warnings.
The laughter.
The missing pieces.
The elder slowly raised a trembling finger.
Pointing directly at the child-sized creature sitting comfortably upon the tree branch.
"You..."
His voice shook.
Karichathan immediately perked up.
The grin widened.
The elder swallowed.
"You’re the one."
Several practitioners turned toward him.
The elder continued.
"The one that young fool kept trying to tell us about."
The grin on Karichathan’s face became even larger.
Slowly. Deliberately.
The kuttichattan nodded.
Once. Then twice. Then enthusiastically.
"Yep!"
The answer came far too cheerfully.
The clearing fell silent again.
Karichathan pointed at himself.
"That would be me."
Then he placed both hands on his chest dramatically.
"Karichathan."
He even bowed slightly while introducing himself once again seeing someone finally connected the dots.
The remaining clan leaders felt their stomachs sink.
"...."
"...."
"...."
The creature looked delighted.
Absolutely delighted.
Like someone who had finally been recognized after a long performance.
Then he leaned back against the branch.
Crossing one leg over the other.
"You know..."
His golden eyes gleamed.
"I was wondering how long it would take."
Nobody answered.
Karichathan sighed dramatically.
-Sigh!
"I expected better."
Then his grin returned.
-Grin!
The kuttichattan pointed toward the darkness beyond the settlement.
"Your five brave infiltrators."
The word brave carried just enough sarcasm to be insulting.
Several practitioners visibly tensed.
Karichathan continued casually.
"I killed four."
The statement landed like a hammer.
No emotion. No remorse. No hesitation.
Just a simple fact.
Like someone discussing the weather.
The practitioners stared.
Karichathan continued swinging his feet.
"One got away."
Then he corrected himself.
"Well..."
His grin widened.
"I let him get away."
Several clan leaders felt their hearts sink.
The kuttichattan laughed.
"He ran really fast."
Then he pointed toward one of the elders.
"Not as fast as your imagination though."
Nobody knew what that meant.
Karichathan seemed pleased by their confusion.
Then he suddenly remembered something.
"Oh!"
His eyes brightened.
"The curse."
The kuttichattan began clapping.
-Claps!
A genuinely happy expression appeared on his face.
"That was one of my best ideas."
The practitioners exchanged confused looks.
Karichathan laughed again.
"-Hehehe!!!"
"You know."
"The laughing."
Suddenly realization spread through the crowd.
The survivor.
His laughter.
The way he kept losing control.
The way every warning ended in madness.
Karichathan pointed toward the healer’s hut somewhere beyond the clearing.
"I did that."
The grin stretched wider.
"When he tried telling the whole truth."
"He laughed."
"When he tried warning you."
"He laughed."
"When he tried explaining who I was."
"He laughed."
The kuttichattan burst into laughter himself.
The memory clearly entertained him.
"Oh, I watched every single attempt."
He wiped an imaginary tear from his eye.
"The way he tried so hard."
"The way he became desperate."
"The way he nearly cried."
Several practitioners began feeling sick.
Karichathan, meanwhile, looked completely amused.
Then he slapped his knee.
"And the best part!"
The entire clearing instinctively tensed.
The kuttichattan leaned forward.
Golden eyes shining.
His grin impossibly wide.
-Grin!
"The best part was watching all of you."
The practitioners froze in confusion.
"...."
"...."
"...."
Karichathan pointed around the clearing.
One by one.
At the elders.
At the clan heads.
At the practitioners.
"You called him insane."
Point.
"You called him broken."
Point.
"You called him mad."
Point.
"You ignored him."
Point.
"You mocked him."
Point.
The grin widened.
"You didn’t believe a single word. Even though he managed to utter my name and say few things."
Then Karichathan burst into another fit of laughter.
"-Hehehe!!!"
The sound echoed through the forest.
Wild. Childish. Cruelly amused.
The spirits hidden within the fog seemed to stir at the sound.
The kuttichattan finally calmed down enough to breathe.
Then he pointed toward the direction the survivor had fled earlier.
"Oh!"
"I almost forgot."
The creature immediately started laughing again.
Much harder this time.
Several practitioners looked completely confused.
Karichathan could barely speak through the laughter.
"He..."
Another laugh.
"-Pfft!"
"He called you..."
More laughter.
"...brain-dead fools."
The clearing went completely silent.
Karichathan fell backward onto the branch laughing.
Actually laughing so hard that he nearly rolled off.
"He really did!"
The kuttichattan slapped the branch repeatedly.
"Before running away!"
"He looked at all of you..."
Another fit of laughter interrupted him.
"...and called you brain-dead fools!"
Several practitioners lowered their heads.
Others looked embarrassed.
The remaining clan leaders looked furious.
Not at Karichathan.
At themselves.
Because deep down they knew.
The survivor had tried.
Again and again.
He had warned them.
And they had ignored every word.
Karichathan slowly sat back up.
Still chuckling. Still grinning. Still enjoying every second of it.
Then he looked toward the thick fog surrounding the clearing.
For the first time, the laughter softened.
The grin remained.
But anticipation appeared in his eyes.
Like a child waiting for the final act of a play.
Then he looked back at the clan leaders.
And smiled.
"Oh."
His voice became strangely cheerful.
"You think this is the scary part."
The practitioners felt their stomachs tighten.
Karichathan pointed toward the darkness beyond the fog.
The fog that had somehow grown even thicker.
The fog that now seemed to move with purpose.
The grin on his face widened one last time.
"No."
The kuttichattan shook his head.
"That part is still walking here."
And suddenly...
Nobody in the clearing wanted to know what he meant.
The moment Karichathan finished speaking, the smile on his face somehow widened even further.
Then he stopped laughing.
That alone terrified the practitioners more than anything else.
Because for the first time since his arrival, the kuttichattan looked serious.
A deep silence spread through the forest.
Not ordinary silence.
"...."
"...."
"...."
The kind of silence that appears before a storm.
The kind that makes every living creature instinctively hold its breath.
Then...
-THUD.
A sound echoed through the darkness.
The ground trembled.
Several practitioners nearly lost their footing.
The remaining clan leaders immediately turned toward the source.
Nothing was visible beyond the thick fog.
Yet everyone heard it.
Something was walking.
Or perhaps arriving.
-THUD.
The sound came again.
This time stronger.
The trees shook.
Leaves rained down from above.
The earth itself seemed to vibrate.
A cold sensation ran through every spine.
Yet strangely...
The fear did not come from the footsteps.
It came from the reaction of the forest itself.
All around the clearing, figures began appearing.
Spirits.
Dozens of them.
Then hundreds.
Wandering ghosts emerged from the mist.
Ancient souls drifted between the trees.
Night walkers that rarely revealed themselves stepped from the shadows.
Creatures that normally avoided one another gathered together without conflict.
Some perched upon branches.
Some stood silently among the fog.
Others floated in the air.
Every single one of them was looking in the same direction.
Waiting.
Watching.
Anticipating.
As though they had all come to witness the arrival of someone important.
Someone ancient.
Someone worthy of reverence.
Even Karichathan had hopped off his branch.
The mischievous grin remained.
But his posture had straightened.
His glowing yellow eyes fixed themselves upon the darkness.
The practitioners noticed it.
And that frightened them even more.
If Karichathan respected whoever was arriving...
Then what exactly was coming?
Suddenly—
-CRACK!
A sharp sound echoed through the clearing.
Everyone jumped.
One of the practitioners looked toward the ritual altar.
His face immediately lost all color.
"The statues!"
Every head turned.
The statues of the
One after another.
Thin fractures spread across the stone surfaces.
Like spiderwebs. Like shattered glass.
The cracks rapidly multiplied.
Across every statue. Across every face.
Across every sacred form.
Then—
-BOOM!
The first statue exploded into dust.
Moments later the second followed.
Then the third.
The fourth.
The fifth.
Until every single statue shattered apart.
The practitioners stared in horror.
Days of preparation. Weeks of work.
Gone in seconds just like that.
Yet the destruction didn’t end there.
The dust didn’t fall.
It didn’t scatter.
Instead, every fragment began floating.
The particles rose into the air.
Then slowly moved toward the center of the clearing.
Thousands.
Millions.
Countless grains of stone.
Gathering together.
Spinning. Compressing. Merging.
The sight was mesmerizing.
Terrifying. Beautiful.
The swirling dust gradually formed something new.
A pillar.
A massive stone pillar.
Taller than any man.
Wider than a tree trunk.
Ancient symbols appeared across its surface.
Symbols no practitioner present recognized.
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