Chapter 1204: Chapter 117 Being Missed_2
Just from the prayer beads and gauntlets alone, let alone the figure itself, it felt a chill in its core.
“Who is it?”
“Who could this possibly be?”
“How could there be such a powerful presence here?”
The ‘Serpent’ was utterly bewildered.
This void, a place it had occupied for over a millennium, had never witnessed such a formidable existence.
Or rather…
This void should never have housed a being of such overwhelming power.
Such an entity should belong to a deeper realm.
Wait!
A deeper realm?
From the deeper realms?
In an instant, the ‘Serpent’ realized sothing.
But before it could think further, the figure stepped into the void.
“Jason’s presence lingers here?”
“It’s thick.”
“Jason was just here.”
Aras flared her nostrils, muttering softly, an indescribable joy spreading across her face.
Two hundred years!
At long last, she had found another clue of Jason!
And this ti, it wasn’t fleeting or ambiguous!
This ti!
It was genuine!
Jason had been right here monts ago!
Then, Aras raised her head and noticed the ‘Serpent’, her brow furrowing slightly.
A creature of this void?
So weak.
Compared to the beasts she had encountered before, this one didn’t even co close.
Without hesitation.
Aras raised her hand and waved.
A violet ripple imdiately struck the ‘Serpent’s’ imnse form.
Boom!
The ‘Serpent’ was torn apart.
Aras didn’t spare it another glance.
Creatures like this—she had slain at least eighty to a hundred thousand over the past two centuries. They weren’t even worth ntioning.
The only thing she cared about was Jason.
She had to bring Jason ho.
In the next mont, after determining her direction, Aras shot into the sky.
Whoosh!
The entire void dimd.
As though sinking into chaos.
Aras vanished, leaving behind a colossal burning character: ‘Sky.’
Gradually, the flas extinguished.
The void didn’t return to normal; instead, it beca darker and more unfathomable.
Because enormous figures now filled this space, their presence extinguishing all traces of ‘light’ in every sense.
A Bone Dragon, so massive its bounds were infinite, hauled a completely pitch-black palace built from shadows into view.
The palace floated in the void, as vast as an entire city.
Ten thousand Bone Dragons circled around it.
On the backs of the dragons, Black Armored Knights stood vigilantly.
Behind them, an endless legion of the Undead appeared silently, without a sound.
Thousands of Liches hovered in precise formations around the palace, the crystals in their hands emitting ghastly glimrs of light.
Then, a dazzling radiance erged.
Seeing this radiance, all the Liches erupted in excitent.
They swiftly spread the word throughout the Shadow Hall.
Lederma received the ssage and strode briskly toward the depths of the palace.
On a plush sofa, Dennise clutched a portrait, staring at it silently.
It was a portrait of Jason.
So lifelike.
As though he were truly there.
This was a masterpiece Dennise had created after mastering the art of painting through countless ages.
“Where are you?”
“Do you know I’m looking for you?”
Dennise murmured softly, raising a hand to caress Jason’s image, as though stroking his face. Alas, the rough texture of the paper cruelly reminded her of the harsh reality.
But Dennise didn’t despair.
She laughed boldly.
“Don’t worry. I’ll find you.”
“I definitely will!”
With that, Dennise raised her left hand, as though making an oath, a gesture filled with determination.
Except…
No Deity dared to pry into such a vow.
And no entity dared to hear of such an oath.
In truth, as Dennise swore, nurous beings—whether renowned or hidden—fled as fast as possible.
They, it, and even He wished to avoid facing the endless ‘Undead Calamity.’
Yet Dennise remained blissfully unaware.
Just as she had been then.
Dennise had never changed.
From a distance, Lederma gazed upon his queen with the utmost reverence. This was the sovereign he would follow for lifetis upon lifetis—unchanging from beginning to end, for them and for the Prince as well.
And it was precisely for this reason that such a ruler was worthy of eternal allegiance.
“Your Majesty.”
“There’s news of the Prince.”
Lederma knelt on one knee.
“Where?”
Dennise set down the portrait and sprang to her feet in delight.
“He was nearby earlier.”
“Although he disappeared, we are now closer to the Prince than ever before.”
“If we continue the pursuit, we’ll find him soon.”
Lederma reported truthfully.
“Amazing!”
Dennise twirled in excitent, practically jumping for joy.
Then, with a commanding wave, she declared:
“Onward!”
“We’re going to find Jason!”
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
Lederma nodded and bowed as he exited the palace.
As the kingdom’s Pri Minister, it fell to him to execute Her Majesty’s will and command.
Of course, he also had to perfect it.
The queen provided the grand strategy, but he needed to refine her directives to flawless execution.
Standing in the void, Lederma raised a finger.
Hiss!
The ‘Serpent’ erged.
Its colossal form resembled the surrounding Bone Dragons, except for the eight skull-like heads, which gave it an eerie quality. Yet all were bones.
“Its strength is sowhat lacking.”
“But Her Majesty needs a beast to pull the carriage.”
“Aesthetically, it’ll do. You’re the one.”
Lederma nodded in satisfaction at the ‘Serpent’s’ appearance.
With another wave of his hand.
The entire kingdom began to move once more.
As the ‘Undead Calamity’ departed, the surrounding entities collectively breathed a sigh of relief.
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