THE VILLAIN'S POV Chapter 764 A Chapter Written in Death (2)
Previously on THE VILLAIN'S POV...
The Shadow Sect's War General, Fulghor, obviously yearned to dive into the fray—yet his present state simply forbade it.
"I can see you've exhausted every bit of your aura in the clash with that Third-Rank Demoness," Gehrman noted with keen insight.
Fulghor gave a nod while Gehrman scaled up to his shoulder, and the duo retreated as one.
"Forgive me, my old comrade. If I hadn't borrowed half your strength, none of this would have occurred," Gehrman expressed.
"No apologies are necessary," Fulghor responded steadily. "My power helped bring down the Fourth-Rank High Demon, Wesker. That's more than enough justification to lend you everything I've got... much less just half."
At those words, Gehrman released a soft sigh of ease from his perch on Fulghor's shoulder.
Gradually, his gaze shifted back toward the chaos of the battlefield trailing behind.
Frey Starlight dashed in the other direction, bearing his kin... Abraham and Ada.
Due to Amon's Transparent World blocking his teleportation abilities, Frey had to sprint far enough to escape its influence before activating long-range jumps once more. Inside that domain, short hops were all he could manage within the barrier's confines.
This left Frey with no option but to flee on foot—hauling his family along while slashing through undead foes with his blade.
Even amid the desperate peril, Frey kept his cool. His feelings hardly surfaced at all now.
Observing him, Gehrman sensed a profound shift in Frey's core.
Then...
Right then, as Gehrman fixed his eyes on Frey's vanishing figure...
Frey spun about.
His sharpened awareness cut through the miles and turmoil, fixing directly on Gehrman... a stark sign of Frey Starlight's remarkable progress.
Gehrman’s azure eyes connected with Frey’s shadowy ones.
Several quiet moments ticked by.
Next, in perfect sync, they both inclined their heads.
Maybe for the very first time, they met as equals.
Gone were the scheming tactician and the innocent mortal...
Replaced by a pair of genuine fighters, locked in the same fierce struggle.
With that, the Shadow Sect pulled back from the fray, abandoning the scene to the sudden arrival of a third force that stirred up mayhem beside the demons.
Eventually, this whole clash would etch itself into legend...
The War of Shadows.
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The clock kept ticking onward.
The chain of happenings never halted.
A complete day had elapsed since the skirmish wrapped up—and its ripple effects jolted the globe like an earthquake.
Word raced out at an alarming speed... not just over Earth, but rippling through the wider realms beyond.
The key dispatches boiled down to this:
The Shadow Sect had resurfaced, unleashing a brutal assault on the High Demons.
The results were mind-blowing.
Its standout consequence:
The Shadow Sect managed to slay the Thirteenth-Rank High Demon, Geppetto... a vital pillar in the demons' arsenal of destruction.
The Shadow Sect took down one of the elite Top Ten High Demons... namely the Tenth Rank, the Demons' War General... Zibar, wielder of the Soul of Reincarnation.
This revelation hit like lightning, shaking foundations everywhere. It had been ages since anyone felled even one from the Ten High Demons.
Yet the real bombshell... dropped right on its heels.
Guided by the returned Saint Gehrman on the field, the Shadow Sect also eliminated the Fourth High Rank—Wesker, possessor of the King's Eye.
This bombshell ignited global uproar—though the surprises didn't stop there.
Thanatos had broken free.
An Original Soul Bearer had surfaced anew on Planet Earth.
All these updates flooded in over just one day... while Earth's war raged on unchecked.
These developments rattled the world to its roots... particularly the tidings of Wesker's demise.
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Golmara — Home of the Ghouls
The tidings of the Fourth High Rank's end reached a timeless abomination.
A creature boasting four limbs and a frame of deep scarlet muscle...
The third of the Seven Great Powers...
The Ghoul King, Radagon.
"That loathsome beast... Wesker... is truly gone?"
The Ghoul Sovereign appeared dumbfounded... struggling to accept it...
after clashing with that fiend in person and coming up short on slaying him.
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Meanwhile—
Lucaria, the secluded realm of spellcasters cut off from the rest, caught wind of the reports too.
Still, the wizards brushed it aside, clinging to their seclusion and shunning any ties to the outer chaos.
In contrast...
The update snagged the interest of a figure freshly inducted into the Seven Great Powers,
now claiming the Fifth Spot...
Sieghart, the Ascendant Prodigy.
"Planet Earth? Never crossed my path before..."
That marked his first thought.
But after grasping the full scope of events there...
The Ascendant Prodigy rerouted his travels, aiming for a fresh target.
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The reports kept fanning out...
though they bypassed Midir, the foremost of the Seven Great Powers,
and Orested, holding the Second spot...
as both had already ventured to the enigmatic landmass that materialized amid the stars.
That occurrence by itself was earth-shattering.
Now, Earth's dispatches only amplified the worldwide strain.
"What's unfolding out there?"
Such queries echoed from every corner.
The strange continent's rise had lured myriad mighty entities,
guaranteeing a colossal clash there—
as demons and hordes of other beings stormed it all at once.
Concurrently...
A savage conflict ignited in a remote edge of the stars,
upon a vulnerable world named Earth...
a brawl pitting the timeless Shadow Sect against the High Demons, ramping up its intensity.
Following a drawn-out spell of tranquility and order...
It felt like the era of strife had dawned anew.
But the world remained blind back then
to how the impending doom would eclipse all prior horrors...
how the looming disaster would engulf them entirely,
with no heads-up...
and no pity.
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The Day After the Battle
(The hour the announcement of Wesker's death was made)
The showdown between Amon and Thanatos wrapped up inconclusively once Neto stepped in.
The bout dragged on fiercely, yet Thanatos couldn't finish off his foes without his prime tool—the Death Soul—or a stockpile of mighty remains in his forces.
His personal might was horrifying...
Yet it fell short against Amon and Nito combined.
In the end, every side pulled out,
after a huge swath of the Empire lay in total ruins.
The demon side hunkered down in Ultras Continent.
Thanatos, meanwhile, seized the Empire for his domain
and set about forging a fresh legion from the local dead...
gearing up for his grand comeback.
The Shadow Sect countered by rescuing as many people as they could, steering them eastward.
Though they saved throngs of Empire folk, plenty more ended up under Thanatos' sway...
He now formed a separate third player in Earth's turmoil.
The Shadow Sect took root in the east...
amid the former Eastern Nightmare Lands.
In this way, Planet Earth split into three rival camps,
their intensifying feud bound to unleash mounting devastation.