After a mont of shock, the three remaining ancient gods began conversing through telepathy, their words brimming with curiosity.
While Leslie's displayed power was undeniably terrifying, they had always believed it was impossible for anyone to truly destroy them.
Their life force was as enduring as the cosmos itself—eternal and indestructible.
Even if Leslie could defeat them, she shouldn't have been able to erase them entirely.
This belief, once unshakable, was now shattered.
Yet, they still couldn't fathom how Leslie had achieved such a feat.
anwhile.
With the destruction of the Forbidden Sea and the death of C'Thun, Leslie's na once again resounded across the Pure Land.
Countless mages cheered and celebrated.
The Forbidden Zones had always been like immovable mountains pressing down on them, indirectly controlling their lives and deaths, whether they consented to it or not.
Now, one of these so-called eternal Forbidden Zones had been eradicated by Leslie!
What she had vowed to do—destroy the Forbidden Zones—she had accomplished.
Mages across the Pure Land etched Leslie's na into their mories. She had overturned their deeply ingrained fear of the Forbidden Zones.
At this mont, Leslie, the subject of all this discussion, was preparing to leave with Madelyn and her companions.
Her raid on the Forbidden Zones had yielded significant rewards.
However, as they turned to depart, Madelyn suddenly sensed sothing. She looked sharply toward the now-twisted Forbidden Sea, her face filled with shock.
"Sister, there's sothing terrifying in the Forbidden Sea! Has ancient god C'Thun revived?"
As Death's Calamity, Madelyn had an acute sense of forces that could threaten her life.
Even after C'Thun's death, a horrifying aura erged from the depths of the Forbidden Sea. It churned her stomach and stirred ripples in her otherwise calm mind.
Leslie also turned her gaze toward the depths of the Forbidden Sea. Her phoenix-like eyes remained composed as she spoke:
"C'Thun is gone. This is sothing far stronger than an ancient god."
"Stronger than an ancient god?!" Madelyn swallowed nervously. The danger emanating from the aura filled her with dread, yet she couldn't probe further.
If what Leslie said was true, then such a being would be unimaginably terrifying.
Leslie spoke seriously:
"This ans our threat to The Celestial is growing. They've begun resorting to extraordinary asures."
Leslie's gaze penetrated the depths of the Forbidden Sea, her eyes reflecting a chain of Order, as if piercing through ti and space.
What she saw was a deep, black pupil.
This black pupil was inscribed with writhing runes like serpents, exuding malevolence so intense it felt like a suffocating darkness blanketing the world.
As this malevolence spread to the Pure Land, the dense mana in the atmosphere turned pitch black, becoming a miasma of madness.
It spread like a plague.
The once-clear blue sky was marred with black splotches as the malevolent aura spread unchecked.
Mages who felt this aura were gripped with terror, especially the elder mages, whose legs trembled as dark mories resurfaced.
The Wraith Marshal.
Raven.
They could never forget when this malevolence once blanketed the sky, plunging the world into darkness without sun or stars—only endless night.
Under this malevolent influence, countless mages lost their sanity, turning into mindless husks driven solely by bloodlust.
Murder, arson, and chaos reigned as societal order crumbled. Everyone exposed to the malevolence revealed their most deranged and destructive selves.
The world had beco a living hell.
Cannibalism beca commonplace.
What sounded like a grotesque nightmare was a reality experienced by many of the older mages.
Now, the entire Pure Land was gripped by fear and chaos.
"Is the Wraith Marshal returning? It's only been a few epochs since that horrific upheaval…"
The God of Alchemy wore a deeply troubled expression.
The malevolence emanating from the Wraith Marshal was a devastating ntal plague.
Even a small number of infected mages could spiral into widespread chaos, turning entire regions into puppets of the malevolence.
Beyond this, the Wraith Marshal himself was a nightmarish force, soone who had once left even the God of Light and Lord of Stars reeling.
Now, after eons of slumber, his return would make him even more terrifying.
Despite being a prominent figure in the Rebel Alliance, the God of Alchemy felt no confidence in facing the Wraith Marshal.
The Wraith Marshal embodied the accumulated malevolence of countless beings, a scale of power that no ordinary prodigy could rival.
The God of Alchemy rembered fighting him once in the past. With a single move, he was defeated, left with wounds laced with malevolent energy that corroded him like acid.
Even after healing, the mory of that battle still haunted him, causing his chest to ache faintly.
Beside him, Vanessa's face was equally grim.
She had once been tainted by malevolence, and if not for her father's intervention, she would have perished during the tide of madness.
"From this malevolence alone, it's clear Raven is more terrifying than ever. His resurgence will be even more unrestrained and destructive!" Vanessa said solemnly.
The God of Alchemy nodded.
"Back then, it took the combined strength of the greatest powers to seal him away. Even the God of Light couldn't face him alone. The situation now is far more dire."
"Senior, please summon all willing celestial gods from the Rebel Alliance. If the Wraith Marshal appears, a cataclysmic war is inevitable!"
Vanessa couldn't afford to let her guard down. The malevolence was the dark side of the plane, akin to The Celestial, and just as terrifying.
Previously, there were figures like the God of Light, Lord of Stars, and the War Goddess to hold the balance. But now, they were gone.
The God of Alchemy responded firmly:
"I'll handle it. Those who survived that chaos know how terrifying the Wraith Marshal is. They'll co quickly."
Relieved, Vanessa rushed toward the Forbidden Sea to find Leslie.
In her mind, Leslie was the only one with the strength to stand against the Wraith Marshal.
Leslie had defeated an ancient god, proving her combat prowess exceeded that tier. Only such power could pose a threat to the Wraith Marshal.
But even then, it was only a threat. The Wraith Marshal's nature was so strange and formidable that even extinguishing him seed impossible.
The Wraith Marshal's resurgence sent ripples not just through the Pure Land but also the three remaining Forbidden Zones.
Even they couldn't ignore it. After all, the Wraith Marshal didn't discriminate. In the past, he had brought chaos to the Forbidden Zones as well, leaving them in shambles.
"That malevolence is so thick… that mindless monster is reappearing!"
"Under normal circumstances, his return would be disastrous for us. But with Leslie dominating the spotlight, his appearance is a blessing in disguise."
"Agreed. That lunatic loves challenging the strong. No matter the outco, it'll benefit us!"
"Exactly. We can swoop in and reap the rewards!"
"Don't get ahead of yourselves. Right now, we need to decide: which side of The Celestial should we align with?"
"If the four Forbidden Zones united, we'd be invincible. But now C'Thun, that fool, is dead!"
At these words, the Forbidden Zones fell into a tense silence.
anwhile, as the malevolence grew thicker, many mages began to sense sothing was wrong.
Then, a shocking piece of news exploded across the Pure Land:
The Wraith Marshal.
Raven.
Was about to return.
Most younger mages had no recollection of this ancient being, but upon learning of the chaos and cannibalistic horrors he had caused, panic gripped the land.
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