The Eccentric Entomologist is Now a Queen's Consort

Chapter 233: The Mist Whale (1) The Wariness

Mikhailis adjusted the glasses perched on his nose, the faint glow from the lenses illuminating the swirling mist around him. His fingers tapped lightly on the frame as Rodion’s voice chimed in, crisp and unwavering.

So, it’s coming straight for us. Fantastic.

Mikhailis inhaled deeply, trying to keep his nerves steady. He couldn’t afford to panic—not with Cerys nearby, already bracing herself for the unknown threat looming in the distance. Continue reading at novelhall.Côm

Great. Not only is it massive and territorial, but it’s practically a living nightmare.

Rodion continued, undeterred by Mikhailis’ inner grumblings.

Mikhailis frowned.

"So, fighting it isn’t ideal. What about running? How far can we go before it catches up?"

No good options. That’s just wonderful.

Rodion’s tone shifted slightly, a hint of reassurance coloring his otherwise clinical delivery.

Mikhailis rubbed the back of his neck, his expression darkening.

"Casualties, huh? Can’t say I’m thrilled about that."

He’s not wrong. But still...

Mikhailis sighed, running a hand through his disheveled hair.

But then he take a look at the girl before him and decide, this is not the time for protests.

"Alright, Rodion. Commence the operation. Redirect the Mist Whale and prepare the soldiers for engagement."

He glanced over at Cerys, who sat by the campfire, her sharp eyes scanning the fog. The flames flickered weakly, their light swallowed by the oppressive mist. She suddenly rose, her movements quick and deliberate as she began stamping out the fire.

"Cerys?" Mikhailis asked, his tone light despite the tension.

"Shh." She held up a hand, her expression grim.

"Do you hear that?"

"...Yes," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

"That’s fine," he said, his tone soothing.

"I’m here. We’re in this together. Nothing’s going to happen to us, okay?"

Her hold on him tightened briefly before easing, her head resting against his chest. He stroked her hair softly, his movements deliberate and calming. The low hum of the Mist Whale echoed through the mist again, and her body tensed once more.

She’s scared out of her mind. Who wouldn’t be?

"Wait a second," Mikhailis murmured. He rummaged through his pack until he pulled out a small, enchanted music box. Opening it, he activated the soft, soothing melody of violins. The calming orchestra filled the tent, a stark contrast to the ominous sounds outside.

Cerys’ eyes widened slightly. "What is that?"

"Magic from another world," he said with a wink.

"A lullaby to chase away the nightmares."

She let out a soft laugh, the sound almost tentative.

"You’re impossible."

"And you adore me for it," he said, brushing a strand of hair from her face.

"Now, get some sleep. I’ve got this."

As the music worked its magic, Cerys’ breathing evened out, and her grip on him loosened. She drifted into a restless but deep sleep, the tension finally easing from her features.

Now for my part.

Mikhailis whispered softly,

"Rodion, report."

He reached into his pocket, retrieving the Hypnoveil talisman. Its faint glow shimmered, casting intricate patterns of light across the dense mist. He held it firmly, taking a steadying breath before activating it. A surge of energy coursed through him, a wave that seemed to ripple through the very fabric of the mist. His vision blurred momentarily before sharpening, the swirling haze parting just enough to reveal faint outlines in the distance.

His senses expanded, each movement of the mist resonating in his mind like the shifting of tides. The air felt heavier, charged with an otherworldly energy, as his perception shifted to align with his new form. He could feel the power beneath his skin—foreign yet exhilarating, like the raw potential of a storm waiting to unleash.

Looking down, he saw his hands transformed—no longer human but chitinous claws, their blackish-green surface gleaming with an unnatural sheen. His body felt massive and unyielding, every motion imbued with a strength that made the ground beneath him tremble. He flexed his claws experimentally, the sharp edges glinting faintly in the ethereal light. The sensation was both alien and intoxicating, a melding of his will with the unstoppable force of the Skullborne Ravager.

The mist shifted as if in response to his presence, the dense fog curling away from his towering form. For the first time, the oppressiveness of the mist felt like something he could challenge, something he could bend to his purpose. Mikhailis grinned, the faintest edge of anticipation curling his lips.

"Alright," he murmured to himself, his voice resonant and deep, "time to rewrite the rules. Let’s make this quick,"

With a flick of his wrist, he summoned the Hypnoveil, Scurabons, and Frog Variant Chimera Ant. Each transformed into weaponized forms, their essence fusing seamlessly with his own. The Hypnoveil wrapped around his arm like a living whip, the Scurabons solidified into gauntlets, and the Frog Variant reinforced his legs for powerful leaps.

He grinned, the adrenaline surging through him.

"Time for action."