Chapter :3
Part:1
The morning sun peeked through the grand stained-glass windows of the Rochel estate. The young heir, Evan Rochel, now seven years old, had not been the same since the grand banquet that changed everything.
It had been half a year since the Holy Bishop declared that his tamer's talent had summoned a Divine Beast—a Basilisk, no less, a creature of legend with the Serpent King bloodline, aligned with both Water and Darkness elements. The egg had not hatched immediately. Instead, it had sat in the gilded incubator, pulsating with dark energy, day by day growing colder to the touch and heavier with unseen power.
Evan stood at the edge of his study room, eyeing the egg as he had for months. His tiny fingers flipped through a thick tome titled "Elemental Origins and the 12 Foundations of Magic", detailing the elemental system of the world—Nature, Water, Fire, Wind, Time, Darkness, Light, Ice, Earth, Space, Belt, and Metal.
Evan had been doing everything to prepare. He'd memorized the elemental runes, studied the properties of each magic type, and even practiced simple incantations under the guidance of a private tutor.
But his mind was always on the egg.
One evening, while reviewing a chapter on Elemental Fusion, he heard it. A tiny crack.
His heart skipped.
He rushed to the pedestal where the obsidian egg sat, glowing faintly. A thin fracture line had appeared along the shell. The crack widened, glowing with an eerie dark light—like shadows dancing through water. His eyes widened, and he whispered,
"It's hatching… finally."
He sat there for hours, watching. At some point, exhaustion overtook him. He stumbled toward his bed, whispering a soft spell under his breath to keep a mana barrier around the egg.
But as he drifted to sleep, a sudden pulse shook the room.
The egg glowed—a swirling storm of Water and Darkness elements burst outward. It was as if the room was submerged in an abyss. Evan bolted upright, sweating and gasping. The entire room looked like it was underwater, yet he could breathe.
"Wh-what is this…?" he whispered, standing.
The energy was thick—almost suffocating. But there was no hostility in it.
Evan walked toward the egg, barely able to keep his balance. A warm, invisible tether pulled at his chest—a bond—something ancient and primal. He understood then. Whatever was inside the egg wasn't a threat. It was a part of him.
Then the egg cracked, split open, and from the swirling shadows emerged a small, snake-like creature. Its scales shimmered black-blue like the midnight sea, two tiny wings folded at its back, and its eyes glowed like twin moonstones.
"So… you're the Basilisk," Evan said in awe.
The creature blinked slowly and slithered toward his feet, nuzzling against him. Evan knelt down, eyes wide, and gently picked it up.
"You're… kind of cute."
The door burst open.
"Young master?! We felt—" a maid, Lira, paused mid-sentence, followed by his mother Lady Seraphina Rochel, and his father Duke Rowley Rochel.
They froze at the sight.
The Duke's jaw clenched. The Lady covered her mouth in shock. Lira took a step back, her knees buckling.
"Is that…?" Lady Seraphina whispered.
"The aura… it's unbelievable. It's like staring into the depths