Reincarnated Into A World Of Elves As The Only Man-Chapter 105: Kiran chamber

The door swung shut behind Eren with a finality that made his skin crawl. Kiran’s chamber unfolded before him—a space that defied conventional understanding of architecture and sanity alike.

The walls seemed to breathe, expanding and contracting in subtle, nauseating rhythms. From the ceiling hung countless small objects swaying in an impossible breeze—teeth, finger bones, locks of hair, tiny bells, feathers, and dried flowers all suspended on threads so fine they were nearly invisible. They created a macabre mobile that turned and shifted with air currents that shouldn’t exist in an enclosed stone chamber.

The floor was a mosaic of broken mirrors, each shard reflecting something different—some showing Eren’s reflection, others empty corridors, still others displaying scenes of violence and suffering that he instinctively knew were memories of past atrocities. Walking across it required careful attention to avoid the sharp edges that protruded at random intervals.

Along the walls, shelves and alcoves held an assortment of disturbing items—jars containing preserved organs floating in viscous liquid, bones arranged in unnatural formations, and books bound in materials Eren refused to identify. Small mechanical contraptions ticked and whirred, serving no discernible purpose beyond adding to the chamber’s unsettling ambiance with their irregular rhythms.

A strange, sweet scent permeated the air—not unpleasant, but disorienting, making Eren’s thoughts feel slightly sluggish. He recognized the telltale signs of a mild hallucinogen and consciously fought against its effects, drawing on his water element to cleanse his system. The water within his body responded, purifying his blood with each heartbeat.

In the center of the room, a circular bed of crimson silk stood like an island in a sea of madness. The sheets were rumpled, stained with substances Eren preferred not to identify. Beside it stood a table covered with instruments whose purposes were all too clear—scalpels, hooks, needles, and more exotic tools whose functions he could only guess at.

And there was Kiran.

She lounged on the silk sheets, completely naked, her mismatched eyes—one amber, one violet—fixed on him with predatory intensity. Her body was a study in contradictions—lithe and muscular yet curved in all the ways that drew the eye. Her skin was pale alabaster, unmarked save for the number ’5’ tattooed over her heart in script that seemed to shift and change as she breathed. Her hair, silver-white with streaks of midnight blue, floated around her head as if she were underwater.

The air around her rippled visibly, distorting the space like heat waves rising from sun-baked stone. Occasionally, small objects—a feather, a scrap of parchment, a tiny bell—would rise from the surrounding tables and orbit her body before settling back down. Her element—Air—responded to her even in repose, a constant dance that never ceased.

Eren found himself unexpectedly transfixed. How could such dangerous madness be housed in such ethereal beauty? The juxtaposition was jarring—like finding a venomous serpent coiled inside a perfect rose. He reminded himself that this was the woman who had bound his mother’s life to her own, who delighted in pain and suffering. The beauty was merely camouflage for the monster within.

"Did you ENJOY the show?" Kiran asked, her voice rising and falling in unpredictable patterns. She stretched languidly, seemingly unconcerned with her nakedness. The movement caused the air currents around her to shift, sending several of the hanging objects in the room swaying wildly. "Four is SO dramatic with her executions. POP goes the head!" She giggled, the sound echoing strangely in the chamber, reverberating off the walls in ways that defied acoustic principles. "I prefer to take my time, make them LAST and LAST and LAST." Her fingers danced in the air, trailing wisps of silvery energy that formed momentary patterns before dissolving.

"What I saw was murder," Eren replied coldly, keeping his distance. His water element remained active, flowing in subtle currents around his wrists and forearms, ready to defend or attack as needed.

Kiran sat up abruptly, her hair whipping around her face as if caught in a gale. The sudden movement created a small whirlwind that scattered papers and small objects from a nearby table. "JUSTICE!" she corrected, wagging a finger at him. "Four ONLY punishes the guilty. That’s her PURPOSE, her FUNCTION, her FATE." She tilted her head at an unnatural angle, nearly touching her shoulder with her ear. "The girl KNEW what she did. She KNEW the punishment. When you CHOOSE the crime, you CHOOSE the consequence."

Her logic, though twisted, carried a certain coherence that disturbed Eren more than outright madness would have. Four, Seven, Kiran—all of them believed in Kaida’s vision with unwavering certainty. Their faith was absolute, terrifying in its purity.

"Is that how you judge everyone?" he asked, watching her carefully. "Is that how you judged my mother when you bound her life to yours?"

The air around Kiran briefly stilled, an unnatural silence falling over the chamber. Even the ever-present movement of the hanging objects ceased momentarily. Her mismatched eyes widened, focusing on him with sudden clarity that seemed out of place in her chaotic demeanor.

"Your MOTHER chose her FATE when she tried to STOP us," Kiran replied, her voice suddenly soft yet carrying a dangerous edge. "She knew what POWER we sought, what BALANCE we pursue." The air began moving again, slowly at first, then with increasing agitation. "The binding was... MERCIFUL. Master wanted her DEAD. I said NO! Better to KEEP her, USE her, make her SERVE our purpose."

Eren fought to keep his expression neutral despite the rage building within. The water around his arms rippled with his suppressed emotion. "So merciful of you," he said, unable to entirely keep the bitterness from his voice.

Kiran’s eyes widened with delight. "OH! You want to talk about MOMMY!" She clapped her hands together rapidly, the motion creating small sonic booms that rattled the hanging objects. "I’ve been TOLD that Seven BEGGED during your TUNA ritual. So DISAPPOINTING. I always KNEW she was WEAK." She leaned forward conspiratorially, one hand cupping her mouth as if sharing a secret despite them being alone. "All that DECAY power and no SPINE to match."

The mention of Seven’s vulnerability during their ritual made Eren’s stomach turn. He remembered her writhing beneath him, her dark eyes wide with something between agony and ecstasy as the entropy energy flowed between them. There had been nothing enjoyable about the experience, nothing gratifying in her suffering.

"I could do the same to you," Eren said quietly. "If I wanted to."

Kiran’s laughter erupted like a sudden storm, the sound physically manifesting as gusts of wind that whipped around the chamber, sending the hanging objects into a frenzied dance. "YES! YES YOU COULD!" She bounded from the bed in a single fluid motion, the air carrying her weight so that her feet barely touched the broken mirror floor as she circled him like a predator. "But would you ENJOY it like I would? Would you SAVOR every SCREAM, every TEAR, every MOMENT of SURRENDER?"

Her fingers reached out, almost touching his face but stopping just short. A small vortex of air spun between her fingertips and his skin, creating a tactile sensation without actual contact. "I LIVE for pain, Veilwalker. Both GIVING and RECEIVING." Her voice dropped to a whisper that nonetheless filled the entire chamber. "Can you say the SAME?"

Eren met her mismatched gaze steadily, refusing to be intimidated by her proximity or her power. The water around his arms responded to his resolve, flowing with greater purpose and concentration. "I did it on conditions, Kiran. Just like the conditions my mother is under right now." His voice hardened, taking on an edge that matched her own intensity. "I will give you pain beyond anything you’ve experienced. I will break you in ways even your twisted mind can’t imagine."

The threat only seemed to excite her further. Kiran’s eyes glittered with anticipation, her pupils dilating until they nearly swallowed the amber and violet irises. The air around her began to spin faster, creating a personal whirlwind that lifted several strands of her silver-white hair to dance above her head like living tentacles.

"PROMISES, promises." She danced away from him, air currents lifting her feet several inches off the floor. She spun in place, her naked form a blur of pale skin and flowing hair as the air element responded to her joy. "But you never DEMANDED anything from Seven. Why ME? Am I SPECIAL, Veilwalker?" Her voice took on a singsong quality that echoed oddly in the chamber. "Do you HATE me more? WANT me more? FEAR me more?"

Eren drew a deep breath, his patience wearing thin. The water element around his arms pulsed with his heartbeat, responding to his growing anger and frustration. "No," he said simply. "I did it to prove I can go beyond what I did with Seven." He stepped closer, his voice dropping to a dangerous timbre. "Because you have something I need, and I will take it—one way or another."

"MANIPULATION!" Kiran crowed, clapping her hands in apparent delight. The sound created small shock waves that rippled through the air, disturbing the hanging objects and causing several glass containers on the shelves to resonate with soft, eerie tones. "How DELICIOUS! The Veilwalker tries to BARGAIN with MADNESS!"

She spun in a circle, her naked form briefly lifting entirely off the ground as air currents responded to her joy. The whirlwind around her intensified, picking up small objects from the surrounding tables—a feather, a small bone, a scrap of parchment—and incorporating them into her dance. They orbited her like tiny satellites, caught in the gravity of her chaotic power.

"Are you BRIBING me, pretty Veilwalker? BUYING my cooperation with promises of EXQUISITE torture?" Her voice shifted through multiple tones as she spoke, sometimes high and childlike, other times low and seductive.

Before Eren could respond, she stopped suddenly, the objects that had been spinning around her falling to the floor with soft clatters. Her face came to rest inches from his, her breath smelling of cinnamon and something metallic. "What do you WANT, water-dancer? What PRIZE does Kiran hold that makes you BURN with such desire?"

"Tell me where Viva is," Eren demanded, refusing to back away despite her uncomfortable proximity. The water around his arms formed protective bands, ready to shield him if Kiran’s behavior turned from eccentric to aggressive. "Tell me, and I promise to go faster with our TUNA ritual."

Kiran froze, her perpetual motion ceasing so abruptly it seemed unnatural. The air in the room stilled completely, creating an unnerving silence broken only by the distant drip of water from somewhere beyond the walls. Then, slowly, her lips spread into a grin that stretched too wide, revealing teeth that seemed too sharp for a human mouth.

"FASTER?" she whispered, the word hanging in the air between them like a physical presence. "But why would I WANT faster?" Her laughter bubbled up again, higher and more frantic than before. It started as a giggle, then built to a full-throated howl that sent the air swirling around them both in chaotic patterns. "SLOWER is BETTER, Veilwalker. Pain should be SAVORED, not RUSHED."

She circled him again, air lifting her hair into a halo around her face. The currents of her element brushed against Eren’s water shields, creating strange patterns where the two elements interacted—neither fully mixing nor fully repelling each other.

"Your SILVER friend sleeps so PEACEFULLY. Would you like to KNOW where? Would that EASE your troubled HEART?" She pressed a hand to her chest, mockingly, directly over the shifting number ’5’ tattooed above her heart. "Such CONCERN, such DEVOTION."

"That was our deal," Eren insisted, his voice firm despite the growing sense of unease Kiran’s chamber and presence inspired. "I perform the ritual, you tell me where she is."

Kiran’s laughter exploded around them, the air in the chamber suddenly whipping into a frenzy that sent the hanging objects clacking against each other in a macabre symphony. Papers and small artifacts flew from shelves, caught in the vortex of her emotional response. The broken mirror fragments on the floor lifted slightly, their sharp edges glinting dangerously in the strange light.

"DEAL? DEAL? There is no DEAL until we DANCE the TUNA, pretty Veilwalker!" She threw her arms wide, her naked body arching backward as the wind lifted her several feet off the ground. The air around her glowed with faint silver light, her element responding to her excitement with increasing intensity. "If that’s what you WANT—let us BEGIN!"