Capítulo 934: Chapter 934: Ancient allies now enemies?
The fortress no longer had a single front.
To the North, the sky remained torn open where the dragon fought for dominance against not one, but now two abyssal demigods.
The Wrath-born demigod pressed in from the front, its domain crashing violently against the dragon’s blazing sovereignty. Waves of rage-infused pressure tore through the clouds, grinding them into twisted spirals while light warped and bent under the strain of overlapping domains. Each exchange sent deep tremors racing through the fortress stone beneath Kain’s feet, the clash carrying the tallic tang of ozone and blood even at this distance.
Alongside it, the horned abyssal demigod whose presence carried a crushing gravity had committed fully to the assault.
Its focus was absolute.
Not the fortress. Not the defenders. Only the dragon.
After all, Kain rembered when it got its butt kicked by this dragon before…and it clearly rembered as well—harboring a deep, festering grudge.
Its domain folded space inward around the airborne battlefield, dragging debris, shattered weapons, and even the corpses of fallen creatures into slow, spiralling arcs toward the center of its influence. Flight near that region had beco impossible for anything short of a demigod-level existence. Even high-grade flying contracts that strayed too close were abruptly pulled off course, wings buckling as invisible weight multiplied around them. Several 8-star tars had already been forced to retreat from the northern skies entirely, blood seeping from their ears as they struggled simply to remain conscious under the pressure.
It was a coordinated assault—rage and gravity working in tandem, one battering the dragon head-on while the other sought to pin it in place.
And despite the strain, the dragon endured.
To the East, the ground itself had failed.
The semi-liquid abyssal demigod’s domain had erased the idea of solidity. Where towers and forests had once stood, there was now a vast expanse of rippling black sludge. The remains of living beings surfaced briefly before sinking back down, armour dissolving alongside flesh. Defensive formations simply sagged and collapsed, their enchantnts stretching thin until they lost cohesion and flowed away. Any attempt to advance from that side ended the sa way—bodies lting, lines breaking, panic spreading.
To the Southwest, the storm raged without rcy.
The lightning abyssal ruled the skies there, its domain crawling across everything conductive. Bolts slithered over walls and siege engines, racing through ranks of defenders faster than thought. Each strike left behind not just scorched corpses, but twisted replacents—new abyssals crackling with residual energy, their movents jerky and violent. Entire sections of the outer wall glowed white-hot before tearing themselves apart under electrical overload.
And then there was the West.
Kain turned fully toward it, breath catching despite himself.
The earth-attribute abyssal demigod had not moved far since its arrival. It didn’t need to.
Its domain spread outward in slow, unstoppable waves. The ground darkened first, stone losing its natural color as veins of black seeped through it like oil through porous rock. The soil softened, then thickened, becoming sothing halfway between mud and molten stone. Every footstep taken by defenders in that direction sank too deep, boots dragged down as if the land itself wanted to swallow them.
Then the walls began to react.
Sigils carved into the western battlents flickered erratically. Lines ant to stabilize stone and reinforce structure warped, their geotric precision blurring as abyssal influence bled into the enchanted pathways. One by one, the sigils failed—not explosively, but quietly. Their glow dimd, then went dark, as if sothing had reached inside and extinguished them.
But that wasn’t the truly surprising part.
Kain stared in shock as the stone blocks making up the wall shuddered.
At first, it looked like stress—microfractures forming under pressure. Then the cracks widened, not splitting apart, but pulling inward. Sections of wall twisted against themselves, stone grinding and folding as if it had beco malleable. tal reinforcent bars scread as they bent, their surfaces blackening, corroding, reshaping into jagged, asymtrical forms.
And then the wall moved.
Chunks of corrupted stone tore themselves free, dragging lengths of twisted tal with them. They hit the ground with wet, heavy impacts—and rose again.
Golem-like beings covered in abyssal contamination clawed their way upright.
They were crude, uneven things, bodies ford from fortress stone and corrupted steel fused together by writhing black energy. No two looked the sa. So dragged half-lted plates of steel carved with sigils across the ground like shields. Others had limbs that ended in large blocks instead of hands. Varying degrees of red and violet light burned in their ‘eyes’, pulsing in ti with the earth demigod’s domain.
Kain’s mind reeled.
“These… weren’t alive,” he muttered. And yet now they were—moving, hunting, killing. Abyssals.
And he could sense that they weren’t just puppets controlled by the enemy; each was an independent, newly born life form.
This went far beyond the environntal corruption he was familiar with. Normally, abyssal influence on inanimate objects would not cause the objects to develop sentience and beco abyssals. Rather, a corrupted terrain would be more like a poisoned land, twisting flesh and will until nothing uncontaminated could survive nearby for long. Terrain might beco hostile, unstable, dangerous—but it remained terrain. Stone stayed stone. Earth stayed earth.
He had never once needed to worry about the ground itself rising up to murder him.
There was no lifeforce there to exploit. No dormant vitality waiting to be twisted. Before corruption, this had been nothing more than inert matter.
And yet, in monts, it had beco an army.
Creating life on this scale—combat-ready entities with their own will and independent movent—was not sothing most demigods could accomplish. At least not instantly. Not without years of preparation and experintation, perhaps. Unless, of course, their very domain was tied to the concept of creation itself.
The realization sent a chill through Kain that had nothing to do with fear.
And this was the creation of life. Twisted and obscene, but creation all the sa.
The earth demigod’s domain did not just destroy matter.
It rewrote it.
The ground continued to change. Stone beneath the golems softened and flowed upward, feeding into their bodies. Fallen weapons sank into the blackened earth and vanished, only to reerge monts later embedded in new forms, reforged into crude appendages. The fortress wall groaned as more of its structure was consud, converted piece by piece into sothing hostile.
Kain’s breathing slowed as understanding began to dawn.
Before corruption, this creature must have been an extrely special existence. Even amongst demigods.
His thoughts drifted to old records, half-rembered lectures, fragnted myths he may have read after being recruited into the Order.
He rembered a tidbit of information: this world they lived on was not isolated. It had never been. Countless sub-realms had once been connected to it—worlds layered alongside their own, touching at thin points of reality.
The Underworld, a realm with an intimate connection with the Blackheart Noble family, was the most infamous. A realm filled with infernal bloodlines, sealed off deliberately after repeated invasions threatened to drown the surface world in demonic hordes.
But there were other realms as well.
It was said that the last of the ancient dwarves and elves had fled to various sub-realms they controlled during the last abyssal invasion, choosing exile over extinction.
But that could just be speculation. Nobody could prove whether such realms existed since most sub-realms were not fully explored, or even found, by humans.
However, there is another realm, aside from the Underworld, with quite detailed notes on its existence.
The Elental Realm.
A place of pure environntal extres, where elentals were as plentiful as insects were here. Fire, water, wind, earth. Centuries ago, elentals had been everywhere and were quite cheap if one wanted to contract one.
But elentals required precise conditions to be born. Conditions almost impossible to maintain in this world to consistently produce them.
But that was not the case in the Elental Realm.
Ninety-nine percent of elentals, the old texts claid, originated there.
And then the connection vanished.
No record of a sealing ritual. No account of a war. Just… absence.
Within the records of the Elental Realm, there were rulers—beings spoken of in the sa breath as the ‘Seven Great Demons’ of the Underworld.
‘Elental Kings.’
Kain’s gaze locked back onto the abyssal golem demigod.
Kain swallowed.
“If that thing was what I think it was…” he murmured.
A fallen Wrath Great Demon was bad enough.
A fallen Elental King?
His chest tightened as a darker possibility surfaced.
What if the sub-realms hadn’t disappeared?
What if they had fallen?
What if the reason no one could reach them anymore wasn’t because the paths were closed—but because what waited on the other side had beco sothing else entirely?
Kain forced himself to look away from the earth demigod and studied the others again. The crushing gravity. The storm sovereign. The liquefying demigod.
He had an eerie feeling. What if the powerful creatures that had once assisted mankind and the main world in resisting the abyssal invasion…were now part of the enemy ranks?
What if all of the abyssal demigods he was seeing now were their world’s reinforcents that had been turned?
He tried to see if any others looked familiar based on texts he’d read.
But unfortunately, the shallow knowledge remaining from that ti failed him. Humanity had never truly understood those various sub-realms. They had lacked the knowledge and the ans to catalogue beings that existed at the top of such realms. Whatever truths once existed had been lost long before Kain was reborn.
I was sick last week. I will try to make up for it with etra chapters this week
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