Endless Evolution: Last Star Chapter 1682 1682: Third Servant (Part 2)

The amber flow had been entirely consumed by the Red Scavengers, leaving nothing behind. Yet, they required no further guidance now. Their path led directly to the sword wall.

Step. Step. Step.

They advanced with deliberate slowness, steeling themselves for the climactic showdown while staying ever vigilant. No one could predict if additional monsters might strike like the Red Scavengers had.

Vyora remained unusually subdued. Adam's ominous dark aura and his command of Dark Energy haunted her thoughts relentlessly.

'Shit! Shit! Shit!' she raged silently. 'How can this be? He's nowhere near the K4-Level cap! FUCK! Where on earth did he acquire the Dark Energy? Why him, of all the Phantoms?'

Indeed, Loargh and Vyora held far greater knowledge of Adam than Sarka or the other beasts, but events in the Primal Lands' jungles stayed shrouded from them. This domain fell under the Flaming Eye Clan's control, dominated by Keranda and Zargos. The sibling duo had guarded Adam's secrets fiercely from prying eyes.

"Hey, Loargh, you know a lot about the Pit, don't you?" Adam inquired offhandedly.

Loargh nodded. "Sure. I've visited that place many times, and even more often I've watched others fight from the sidelines. I spent a lot of time preparing for my first visit here."

"Hah, that's exactly why you survived and got the Hollow Mark."

"Who knows? Maybe I would've pulled it off on the first try?" He smiled bitterly.

"So…"

Adam looked around.

"Where did all this stuff come from? It's not even slums like those at the border of the Tarnished Lands. It feels like everything here has been gathered from all over the world. As if something is teleporting them here in a chaotic order."

"Well, that's not far from the truth. There are practically no spatial anomalies here, for now."

"Hmm?" Adam tilted his head, confused.

Loargh waved his hand. "It's all because of the World Wipe. I don't know why, but something in the star energy coming from the First Star and Last Star, and the Frenzied Shards, causes a huge number of spatial anomalies to appear here.

"Basically, for the first few years after the World Wipe, the Pit is a veritable hell of thousands of spatial anomalies. Over time, they become fewer and fewer until, after a few years, they all disappear. Only those that were here from the start remain, for natural reasons."

Adam gazed downward, his face etched with deep contemplation.

'Once more, the Frenzied Shards reveal their eerie mystery. A surge of energy ripples worldwide during the World Wipe, yet the spatial anomaly frenzy erupts solely here in the Pit.'

Though Adam yearned to uncover more about the Frenzied Shards and their origins, each query only highlighted his scant prospects. Even Loargh, a long-time resident and one of the Fangs, lacked full insights.

Step.

A few minutes passed before they halted.

Wind gusts howled along the sword wall, brushing perilously near their group yet scarcely stirring their hair ends.

The swords interlocked so seamlessly that no gaps appeared between them—or so it seemed until they drew nearer.

"This…" Sarka squinted at the slim passageway between two crossed swords. "Is this the only entrance?"

"Looks like it." Loargh nodded. "The Frenzied Shard has gone to great lengths to protect itself. This passage was left open on purpose. There's no doubt about it. This shard… it has faith in its last servant."

Vyora strode ahead boldly as her aura intensified.

"It doesn't matter what kind of giant awaits us ahead. This is the last day for both this servant and the shard!"

"Hah," Sarka smirked, stepping up beside her. "Now that's what I call fighting spirit. Turns out, sometimes you can be a little less annoying than usual."

Vyora frowned. "Tsk. Just shut up and don't get in my way."

Adam prepared to trail them but glanced back at the uncharacteristically quiet Loargh.

"Is something wrong?"

Loargh shook his head. "No. Everything is as it should be. It's rare for the Frenzied Shard to possess such a strong will, but our level of power is definitely higher. Let's go, finish this fight, and then decide which of us is worthy of possessing the treasure. We'll do everything by the rules."

"Glad to hear it."

Tap. Tap. Tap.

The four proceeded warily through the tight corridor flanked by two swords. Their edges, though chipped into jagged fragments, stayed razor-keen. Sarka and Vyora hunched low to avoid injury, whereas Adam and Loargh progressed in measured strides.

No one could say for sure what awaited them beyond. Visions of a vast arena or, on the flip side, heaps of garbage and scattered junk like elsewhere in the Pit filled their minds. Everyone concurred that beauty had no place here.

Yet the Frenzied Shard shocked them anew.

"What the hell…?" Vyora's eyes bulged in utter disbelief.

Sarka stood mute, while Loargh failed to conceal his astonishment.

Adam beheld no rubbish or desolate terrain, but rather a vast expanse of lofty, withered grass akin to wheat stems. Scattered amid the pale golden meadow were delicate black blooms, too frail against the breeze, shielded by the stalks and the grass.

Far off, a stone floated over the earth, encased in a clear shielding orb with quivering stones suspended in flight. Intense amber power radiated from it, a wild blaze granting immense strength to any survivor who dared lay hands on it.

'Could this be the Frenzied Shard?' Adam pondered, his eyes shifting lower.

All four fixed their stares on that identical location simultaneously.

At the meadow's heart, a knight in ebony armor knelt on one knee. Layers of razor-sharp plates crafted into serrated borders made up the armor. Dim amber glow seeped from the six gaps in his helm.

His ebony cloak stretched long, curving into a half-moon shape upon the soil nearby. Its edges halted just before the massive blade embedded deep into the earth.

The shadowy knight clutched his sword's pommel, a weapon that merged seamlessly with a lightless sky, devouring every ray. Its weighty, timeless steel echoed the countless clashes it had shared with its wielder.

Adam's fingers jerked slightly while his pulse quickened.

'So you're the third servant, huh?'