I Was a Loner, but My Class Got Summoned to Another World…-Chapter 380: Bonds Beyond Control

Logan couldn't bear to watch Serana suffer any longer.

He summoned a binding web, woven from dense threads of darkness and wrapping them carefully around her writhing form to keep her from doing further harm to herself or those nearby.

Her body fought the restraint instinctively, snarling and struggling with explosive force, but Logan remained firm, stepping in close enough to reach out to her through the chaos.

Placing one hand gently on her shoulder, he reached inward through the soul bond, extending his will—not to dominate, but to shield her from what she could no longer face alone.

The presence inside her, the vestige of a fallen deity, raged with chaotic hunger, twisting and coiling through her mind like a storm refusing to die.

Logan focused his energy, as she growled and writhed, even as blood and shadow spilled around her. Logan kept helping her, he could feel it—Serana was still there, still fighting from within her mind.

Then he leaned close and whispered her name softly into her ear.

"Serana… relax."

Her body twitched, tension slightly calming down at the sound of his words. The sound of her name was like a beacon of hope guiding her and yet more powerful than any restraint could have managed alone.

His voice wasn't normal—it was enhanced by three separate soul-link skills: Voice of Authority from Ms. Claire, Empathic Wordcraft from Alma, and Charm Hex from Freya, combining into a melody of both command and enchantment.

It didn't just reach Serana—it pierced through the invading will, like swords holding him down.

For a moment, her breathing slowed.

Inside her mind, she stood face to face with the ancient vampire's lingering will—a pale remnant of power desperate to claim her body as its own.

But now, it was cornered.

Stripped of its strength by Logan's various abilities, it stood exposed before Serana, no longer the predator, but the a pray ensnared by barb wire in the form of words.

Without hesitation, she reached out—not with claws or shadows, but with her mind—and tore the will apart in one decisive blow.

The specter screamed as it unraveled into strands of darkness, fading into oblivion like mist chased away by wind.

It was then that reality slowly returned, peace was finally achieved.

Serana's body went limp inside the webbing, her form which was previously flickering between garmr and girl settled and she finally stayed in her beautiful appearance of an 18 year old girl. Her deep black hair returned back to its previous form and rested against her shoulders in an almost perfect state.

Her breaths came in steady gasps now—controlled, ragged, but finally her own as Logan continued to hold her.

The madness was gone.

She had claimed victory over the last trace of the cursed lineage, she was no long just a fake created vampire. She was now a full vampire, able to walk the land day or night, even if it weakened her, she now had more resistance.

She gained greater stats and a bonus skill, an ultimate one, as for her minions they also gain a boon of power, they were like her given a greater affinity to blood and darkness while sharing in the power up that their master experienced.

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[Ultimate Skill:]

Throne of Crimson Cataclysm

Serana conjures a colossal blood-thorn citadel around her, suspended beneath a false eclipse. From its spires rain thousands of impaling blood lances laced with abyssal energy. Enemies within the domain suffer continuous bleed and mana degradation, while allies gain enhanced regeneration and lifesteal. While active, Serana becomes immune to crowd control and reflects a portion of all magic damage back to attackers. This skill can only be used once per major combat sequence or battlefield encounter.

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[Abilities:]

Draconis Sanguis Umbrae (Blood-Shadow Dragon Form)

Serana taps into the essence of her soul-bound dragon Drakhel, merging her form with the traits of a vampiric dragon. In this form, her spells convert bleed effects into explosive ruptures, and she can fly or phase across the battlefield. Enemies struck by her breath weapon—a cascading wave of shadow-blood mist—are cursed, reducing healing and amplifying received magic damage by 25%. While active, Serana's minions fight at double speed and are immune to fear.

Passive while in Form: Serana's shadow clones can now cast her weaker spells independently.

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Logan was still concerned, his mind replaying the moment Serana absorbed the heart. If old legends were to be believed, remnants of a deity never truly vanished—they always found a way to return. And if that presence lingered, Logan would need a way to destroy it permanently.

After several minutes of silence, and only once he confirmed the coast was clear, Logan finally allowed the shadow curtain to dissolve.

Serana still rested against his shoulder, calm now. She glanced toward her minions, her lips curling into a faint, weary smile.

Something about them had also changed.

Though still undead, they each radiated a strange sense of presence—as if they'd been given life.

Iris gave a faint, ghostly smile in return, her crimson eyes steady and unwavering.

Umbral, more expressive than usual, wore a sly grin and tilted her head at Logan with what could only be described as mischievous intent.

Nyxar looked confused, glancing between Serana and her surroundings like he was rediscovering his place in the world.

Veldir the beholder floated up while in silent meditation, blood runes glowing faintly along his limbs.

And Rath—the beast-like wight—wagged its tail. An actual wag. Like a loyal dog seeing its master safe again.

But it was Drakhel who drew the most attention.

The Bloodfang Sovereign loomed overhead like a living omen, crimson wings curled against the sky. His gaze swept across the group, glowing eyes narrowing.

He stared at the others—not just with scrutiny, but with disdain. Especially those who weren't vampires.

And then… he locked eyes with Wyver.

Logan felt the wave of hostility before it even began to show. The message behind Drakhel's gaze was unmistakable.

That was enough.

Logan stepped forward and sent a direct, invisible warning through the taming link—not to control him, but to remind the creature where he stood.

Drakhel snapped his head toward Logan, eyes burning with defiance. The tension thickened for a breathless moment. Logan could feel the challenge in that look. The dragon wasn't afraid of him.

But then… Serana's will surged through their bond.

It hit Drakhel like a thunderclap, the Sovereign instantly stiffened.

Her will was furious—disappointed even. She didn't speak, but the weight of her intent echoed through every shared connection. It wasn't a command.

Drakhel felt it—and more than that, he felt the emotions from everyone around him. From his master, from the other minions, even from Logan himself.

All of them, in that moment, reproached his actions.

Drakhel didn't submit though. That wasn't in his nature. But he did step back, just a little. Enough to show he'd heard them. Enough to wait… for now.

He wasn't finished.

The Sovereign had no intention of playing obedient pet—certainly not to Logan.

But he was willing to wait for the right moment to have a proper fight.

Logan caught all of this through the link, and a grin spread across his face as he brushed dust from his shoulder.

"So… that's how it's gonna be, huh?" he muttered under his breath.

He wouldn't challenge Drakhel yet.

Not now though.

Not until he advanced to his next job class.

And Logan fully intended to answer the challenge then.