Awakening The Only SSS-Rank Class! Now Even Dragons Obey Me Chapter 765: End Of War

Schneitz did not hesitate for even a moment.

The sensation churning within his chest was not precisely fear. It was more akin to the dread of losing something not yet gone, but clearly on the precipice of oblivion. Without glancing around, he lifted his hand, and the very fabric of space before him fractured like brittle glass.

In the ensuing instant, he vanished.

The Moon Spring... remained serenely undisturbed.

A soft, argent luminescence emanated from the water's surface, casting the surroundings into profound tranquility. The echoes of battlefield chaos were absent, as if this sanctuary existed entirely apart from the tumultuous outside world.

Varenos and Lana lay submerged within the spring. Though their forms were still, their breaths, while faint, were steady. The lunar energies gently worked to mend their grievous wounds.

Several figures stood sentinel around them.

The Fallen.

After escorting Varenos to this secluded location, Daniel had stationed some of his Fallen contingent to ensure the safety of both individuals and the integrity of the situation. He was not so foolish as to leave two of the Guild's most vital assets unprotected. Naturally, the Moon Spring was situated deep within the Guild's secure perimeter, bolstered by extensive protective measures.

Yet, he harbored doubts that these safeguards could deter the Goblin Guild.

The prevailing silence was abruptly shattered. A figure materialized a short distance away.

Alaric.

His body bore the marks of numerous injuries, his respiration labored, yet he remained upright. The surrounding shadows coalesced into sinuous blades, and each of his movements sent ripples of darkness through the immediate expanse.

The Fallen had him encircled.

One of them surged forward. Its limb contorted, morphing into a spear forged from Fallen energy, and hurtled towards Alaric's chest.

Alaric executed a swift evasive maneuver, but concurrently, another entity emerged from his blind spot, delivering a crushing blow to his shoulder.

The sickening crack of bone echoed.

Grit ting his teeth, Alaric repelled the assailant with a wave of void energy, yet the relentless onslaught continued unabated.

For every attack he parried, another immediately took its place.

His objective had been to eliminate Varenos, but these peculiar monstrous entities had obstructed his path, and regrettably, he found himself unable to breach their defense.

The injuries he had sustained prevented him from operating at peak capacity. Furthermore, these monstrous beings were far from weak.

If he did not resolve this predicament swiftly and dispatch that wretch as soon as possible, a graver calamity might unfold, or the infamous Daniel could suddenly appear.

But at that precise juncture, the spatial dimension warped, and Schneitz materialized.

His mere presence was sufficient to plunge the area into an unnerving quietude.

The Fallen momentarily drew back, an apparent acknowledgment of his arrival.

Alaric lifted his head, and his countenance... crumbled. His eyes widened in disbelief, his breath catching in his throat.

"...Impossible..." That imbuing aura... that undeniable presence... it was Schneitz himself.

But what reason could Schneitz have for being here? Should he not be engaged in combat with the other Heavenly Kings, or perhaps confronting his own father, or Morkan?

So why was he present? Why had no one intercepted him? What exactly was transpiring?

Could it be...?

Acting purely on instinct, he tore open a rift in space.

Escape.

His mind screamed only one imperative. Yet, Schneitz calmly raised his hand, and the very space sealed shut. The nascent cracks vanished, and the intended exit ceased to exist.

Alaric remained suspended in mid-air, as if the world itself had decreed an end to his movement.

Schneitz regarded him with an impassive gaze. No overt anger marked his features, only... disdain.

"You arrive a trifle late," his voice was measured.

"...Where is my father?" Alaric finally spoke. It was not a matter of choice to be tardy. Even breaching the formidable security measures in place here had proven a considerable challenge.

However, that concern was secondary at this moment. A matter of far greater consequence demanded his attention.

"If fortune favors you... you shall soon behold him." A chilling smirk played upon Schneitz's lips.

"Morkan is deceased." He added, the words landing like ice.

A profound silence descended.

Something within Alaric's eyes fractured. His body began to tremble uncontrollably, as if his equilibrium had been irrevocably lost. Then, he let out a laugh...?

Initially a soft chuckle, it escalated rapidly, spiraling into an eruption of sheer madness.

"...No... no... no..."

He shook his head vigorously, as though attempting to physically expel the crushing reality from his mind.

Had they truly been vanquished? Despite possessing every conceivable advantage? How could such an outcome be conceivable? Especially considering their ultimate trump card.

What unforeseen turn of events had led to this catastrophic conclusion? How had everything unraveled so disastrously?

"You... do not comprehend..." He tilted his head upwards, his eyes no longer reflecting a semblance of normalcy. They were alight with a terrifying, unhinged gleam.

"You... provoked his ire." His voice quivered, yet his smile widened unnaturally.

"He... will not permit you to escape."

Schneitz's brow furrowed. The phrasing of that statement felt discordant, inherently unnatural.

He moved to question it, but discovered it was far too late. Alaric's form abruptly froze, and for a fleeting moment, absolute silence reigned.

Then, his body began to fracture from within, dark, luminous lines appearing like nascent fissures across his very existence.

Alaric drew a ragged breath, and his body... disintegrated from the inside out. It dissolved into countless minuscule particles, scattering into the air... without Schneitz having laid a single hand upon him.

Schneitz found himself staring at the spot where he had just been standing, his eyes narrowing in confusion.

"...What... was that?" A sudden realization then dawned on him, making his eyes widen. If this had befallen one individual, it was entirely possible the same fate awaited the other.

"...Valkraz."

He tore through the fabric of space and vanished, but by the time he reached his destination, it was tragically too late. The Heavenly Kings... were present. The National Ranks... were also there.

Yet, no enemy remained to be found. In the air, only dispersed ashes and particles were seen slowly scattering amidst the light.

Of Valkraz, not a single trace persisted. No body, no lingering presence, only a void of absence.

Daniel was also at the scene, his gaze heavy with unspoken thoughts. However, upon witnessing the aftermath, he paused for a moment.

"...What became of Alaric?" Schneitz inquired, a sigh escaping him as his focus remained fixed on the floating ashes.

"He died... in the very same manner."

A profound silence descended upon the assembled individuals. One of the Heavenly Kings tentatively stepped forward.

"This... was not a conventional attack," another voiced, a frown creasing his brow.

"Could it have been remote control?"

No one possessed an answer. Even for them, at their esteemed level, something inexplicable had occurred, something beyond their comprehension.

They could only resign themselves with a sigh and let the matter rest. Fortunately, the outcome had been favorable. The capital remained largely intact, and every one of them had survived the ordeal.

All gazes then turned towards Daniel.

One of the prominent figures stepped forward. His expression was serious, yet within his eyes, a discernible sense of respect could be observed.

"...We are indebted to you."

Another nodded in agreement.

Then another followed suit.

Even Kaiser.

Even Adrian.

Not a single one among them looked down upon him. None regarded him as inferior to themselves. They addressed him... as an equal. They still perceived him as a Heavenly King.

This was because they were unable to perceive his true depth. Daniel’s power, after all, had evolved beyond the known limitations of their current understanding. His power system had fundamentally transformed due to his race change.

The sole reason the Goblin Guild assessed him as an A-rank, without the capacity to discern his actual might, was due to the intelligence they had acquired regarding him.

However, none of the assembled individuals were privy to this knowledge.

Daniel offered a smile and addressed each of them individually. He also conveyed his own profound gratitude for their assistance in apprehending Valkraz and Morkan. After all, had it not been for their crucial help in the final moments, he would not have succeeded in stopping them.

This was especially true considering that once the effects of [Transcendent Self] had waned, the associated penalty had been triggered, rendering him incapable of utilizing any of his skills for an entire year.

Fortunately, this restriction only applied to his skills. He retained access to his Laws, and those alone were sufficient for his purposes.

Subsequently, everyone’s attention shifted towards the distant landscape.

Significant portions of the capital had been devastated, with collapsed structures, fractured ground, and a heavy silence that had completely supplanted the earlier sounds of screaming.

"We have a substantial amount of work ahead of us..." one of the Heavenly Kings murmured softly under his breath.