Endless Evolution: Last Star Chapter 1672 1672: Quiet Servant (Part 2)

The Pit swarmed with endless monsters, surpassing numbers in any other Hollow Lands region. This abundance stemmed not merely from the assorted structures, but chiefly from the Frenzied Shards.

The Hollow Lands' most powerful monsters gathered at the Pillars, or claimed their personal ones, like Kaerno.

To secure a Hollow Mark and dramatically heighten its odds of ascending to a Fang, a monster had no choice but to venture to the Pit.

One day, Larth reached the Pit, located a Frenzied Shard, consumed it outright, and in doing so gained his Hollow Mark.

Countless monsters chose a balanced strategy instead: shunning the immense danger, they forged pacts with Frenzied Shards. These beings aligned with no factions, methodically extracting energy from their Shard, one drop at a time.

It could appear a timid method, yet it offered security and results. Sarka and Adam would never submit as servants for power's sake, though many monsters eagerly accepted such terms.

And so, the Frenzied Servants emerged.

Normally, a servant scanning the perimeter remotest from the Frenzied Shard would launch a swift assault, obliterating any threatening monsters.

Precisely that intent gripped the first servant. He sensed two fresh auras advancing from the Hollow Lands.

Yet he refrained from striking. The concern lay not with Sarka, but Adam. A Phantom appearing at the Pit proved an extreme rarity—and dire portent.

Truthfully, though, the first servant's caution should have targeted not him, but another entirely.

Tremble. Tremble. Tremble.

Sarka's aura flared fiercely as a vivid blue flame exploded from her frame.

"Alright, let's grab him first and then decide what to do!"

Not the sharpest scheme. Precisely why Adam favored it.

"Yes."

Step.

They advanced a step, vanishing in unison.

A azure streak propelled Sarka onward, ricocheting off adjacent wreckage to build momentum.

The first servant's gaze whipped side to side, pursuing her trajectory, blind to the second assailant's stealthy advance.

Tap.

Adam's palm clamped the first servant's shoulder, placing him squarely before the beast.

"Hey, she said you usually run away." Adam raised his fist to strike. "If I were you, that's exactly what I'd do, but it's too late for you to change anything now."

BAM!

In the final instant, the first servant braced his arms across his torso, parrying the punch.

The collision launched the first servant from the enormous mirror, blue gleam scattering across splintered shards.

From the left, Sarka closed in; unlike Adam, she'd amassed power for a killing strike in one go.

"Look here, you bastard!!!" She shouted, surging at the first servant trailed by a azure fire torrent.

Curiously, the first servant kept fighting back. His contract with a Frenzied Shard revealed his immense prowess.

Tap.

Seizing the dilapidated structure's ledge, the first servant lashed his arm, manifesting an iron shield ahead.

Yet this drew only a scornful sneer from Sarka.

"Are you a fool? Do you think this shield will help you?!"

Adam perched on nearby rubble. Certain Sarka would terminate the battle then and there, a sudden chill gripped him.

'Wait… This shield, why is it such a strange shape?'

At last, Adam detected the cavity dead center in the shield.

Oddly so. A opening marred the prime weak point. Pure chance? Unlikely.

"Shit! Sarka, that bastard, he's up to something–!"

Ere Adam could warn further, the first servant smacked his palm against the shield.

A lengthy iron spear flashed into existence, rocketing toward Sarka at blistering velocity.

The strike unfolded in a blink, scarcely a split-second affair. Even forewarned, Adam could hardly evade unscathed—likely grazing wounded or worse.

Sarka's face, however, stayed impassive. Her grin broadened; she made no dodge attempt.

TREMBLE!

Right as the spear neared her skull, Sarka gritted her teeth, fangs bared prominently.

Concurrently, her flame surged exponentially, akin to an engine thundering full-throttle after mere idling—a fierce, near-instant escalation.

Poised before her eye, the spear dissolved utterly. Sarka's flame's overwhelming force rent it asunder, its outline erased in the radiant blaze.

The first servant's eyes bulged wide as escape beckoned.

Clutch!

Abruptly, grips seized his wrist, arm, and shoulder.

The first servant glanced up into Sarka's savage glare.

"You have nowhere to run, bastard!"

BAM!

With a ferocious dive, Sarka and the first servant smashed groundward, dust plume erupting.

Adam cupped his eyes with a hand, then bounded ahead. No leisure to await dust's dispersal.

A crack resounded as the ferocious tableau seared into Adam's sight.

Sarka, sans pause, wrenched free the first servant's left arm in one mighty sweep.

BAM!

The metallic limb crashed against the glassy pillar, demolishing it to shards.

"GRH!!!" The first servant struggled on, eyes igniting with blinding brilliance.

Amber energy throbbed along his shoulder.

His other arm, lethal as a sword, lanced for Sarka's eye, outpacing light itself.

Whooooosh!

Sarka whipped her head aside; the arm grazed right of her neck, claws etching twin slashes.

"You really are a fool, aren't you?"

Chin uptilted, shadows veiled her ominous outline, isolating her piercing blue eyes.

"You wounded me. Now I have no choice but to devour you to heal my wounds!!!"

In an instant, claws thrust at the first servant's throat, parting atmosphere. Immobile beneath Sarka's unyielding pin, he stood no chance to evade.

Tap.

All at once, her hand froze—against her intent.

"Enough."

From overhead rang Adam's voice, eyeing Sarka who now evoked a famished predator over dignified monster.