The tide surged forward with maddening screams echoing across the landscape as dastardly things rushed forth with a singular purpose; destruction.
Seeing such a scene left Lucia disoriented, though she managed to remain calm, reaching into the essence Victoria had placed in her, which marked her out as a servant of the Dark Lord.
"May the Night guide my path." She intoned in a reverent tone before leaping from the walls of BlackWatch which restricted her Will, allowing her to go all out from the beginning.
A world serpent made of blood erged from behind her, poised to strike, only for her to sense sothing, causing her to pause.
The next mont, black and white light appeared in front of her, obscuring her view for a mont before quickly receding to reveal the Rey of Aragon, along with his elite guard and a mysterious man she imdiately resonated with.
"Dark Lord!" Lucia erupted with unbridled joy just as Veronica landed beside her.
"Rey Alejandro," Veronica called out only for Alejandro to raise a hand, silencing her for a mont.
Then, he took steady steps forward, leaving behind burnt patches on the grass.
His aura erupted like a volcano, swiftly encompassing the entire area in his view, causing even those Classless monstrosities to pause for a mont.
Following that, a howl that echoed across the heavens and the earth.
Everything turned to ashes soon after.
anwhile, on realizing that circumstances were not in his favor, Obadiah didn’t hesitate to turn tail and flee, utilizing darkness to teleport.
However before he could complete the process, Godric suddenly appeared a few ters away with a spear made out of silver light before hurling it at him like a rail gun.
A resounding boom followed as the spear went past the darkness after which it completely disappeared.
Godric clicked his tongue. "The bastard runs fast."
"He knows he is outmatched. He would only be seeking death if he stays." Henry intoned.
"Do we go after him?" Lionel questioned with Robert remarking.
"From what I could tell, he seems to be a newborn Daemon."
"Which ans no Celestial Form or Title."
"Then what are we waiting for?... This is the best ti to take him down." Charles remarked.
Aiden spoke up at that mont, his gaze zeroed on the dark curtain. "Beyond that curtain would be his stage. The danger would be unprecedented."
"Which is why we go together. We cannot afford to allow that bastard to manifest a Celestial Form else we’d have to go the extra mile to bring him down." Lionel pointed out.
"Hah." Aiden let out a sigh. "All in agreent to go beyond the curtain?"
Noah smiled. "Is there a need to ask?"
With that, the Family Heads rushed into the dark curtain.
***
Vorigan led the Monarchs back to the valley within the Eastern Highlands that started it all.
This was ant to be a place that heralded a new age, alas, all it had done was to push the continent into a bloody struggle with the Abyss.
A red fog perated the valley at this mont, reducing visibility greatly even for the Monarchs with their enhanced vision.
"Such vile odor can only belong to those abyssal monstrosities," Maxius muttered with a disgusted look on his face.
"Be quiet and keep your guard up. You are our only defense against any form of ntal pollution." Moldark scolded.
Letting out a sigh, Maxius focused, exerting his Will to set up a ntal ward for all Monarchs.
Just then, Vorigan sensed movent causing him to glance in a certain direction.
"Brother, you have returned."
"I have no brother, Show yourself!" Vorigan declared while scrutinizing the shadowy figure within the red fog.
"Brother, do you not recognize after so long?"
As the other Monarchs, save for Vorigan, exchanged looks with one another, wondering who the voice belonged to, the shadow suddenly took steps forward.
Vorigan gestured for them to stay their hands just as the shadow stepped into the visible range, revealing a familiar face.
"Elijah," Vorigan muttered with a bitter expression.
"Indeed, brother, it is I. I have returned just like they promised."
"Who are they?" Vorigan questioned.
"They are known by many nas, but they all represent one will, brother, the Will of the Abyss."
Vorigan closed his eyes as he muttered. "What did they promise you?"
"Power, brother, they promised the power to overthrow the human race once and for all. To return to the peak of the Dark Ages when we reigned supre."
"Is that why you allowed them to turn you into this... thing?" Vorigan asked.
"What do you an brother?... Do you not like my appearance?... What is wrong with it?"
"Look for yourself."
Blinking in slight confusion, Elijah looked at his hands to find that they were decayed and covered in patches of flesh with maggots and worms slithering in and out of them.
But that wasn’t all, as his stomach had been torn apart, with his innards spilling out to form a necrotic leg while his normal legs fused into one appendage.
"Brother, what is happening to ?" Elijah questioned in a fearful tone. "Why do I look like this?"
"You dood us all, Elijah, for that, I cannot forgive you. But for thinking about our race even now, I shall do you the ultimate favor and rid you of your misery."
"Brother," Elijah muttered softly before nodding. "Thank you."
Open sesa.
Out of a Spirit Portal did the Basilisk erge and upon gazing at Elijah, the Duke slowly turned to stone.
"Did you et the Dark Lord, brother?" Elijah inquired just as the stone got to his neck.
Vorigan paused before ultimately nodding in response. "I did."
"Was he as the prophecy said?"
"... Yes."
"Ah, that’s good to hear. Live well in paradise, brother, live well."
With that, Elijah was completely petrified and a mont later, his body shattered into dust.
Alas, the Monarchs didn’t get a chance to mourn the old man as Maxius sensed sothing at that mont.
"Ambush!"
A mocking tone echoed at the sa ti. "Too late."
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