THE VILLAIN'S POV Chapter 767 A Continent That Rejects War
Previously on THE VILLAIN'S POV...
Simultaneously...
Across from the vast landmass...
A formidable alliance lingered in position, ready to seize the perfect opportunity to strike.
Their presence stood out as the most imposing among them all, due to a single striking factor—
A gigantic entity unfurled its massive wings, casting a shadow that swallowed a huge swath of the continent below.
It was none other than a dragon.
An enormous beast of a dragon, stretching beyond five hundred meters in length, rendering it the grandest alive among the Pantheon creatures.
The Primordial Dragon—Plasido.
Its hide gleamed in deep black, tougher than the hardest obsidian stones, while its fierce crimson eyes burned like furious stars in the sky.
This majestic beast floated steadily in the heavens...
with a lone figure positioned upon its skull.
With arms folded across his torso, his imposing build emanated raw, bursting might.
That figure was none other than Midir...
the foremost of the Seven Great Powers.
Midir's silver locks whipped upward from the crushing force of his Aura, and his constant grim, furious expression conveyed utter gravity... turning him into someone no one would casually approach.
As the demon envoys took the lead and ventured onto the continent, Plasido let out a furious bellow that rattled the skies.
Yet Midir swiftly lifted his hand, resting it on the mighty dragon's crown.
"Hold back, Plasido. The time isn't right."
Midir's words boomed like crashing thunder.
Instantly, the enormous dragon settled down...
as if it were merely a domesticated creature.
Midir shifted his attention back to the continent while a quintet of figures drew near to him.
Each one was a Dragon King...
the pinnacle warriors of the Pantheon lineage.
"Lord Midir," spoke one Dragon King, a towering form with shadowed skin and emerald tresses.
"This odd barrier seems limited to the regions beyond the continent. At minimum, we ought to battle without hindrance once we're through."
Midir gave a nod.
He had arrived at the identical assessment.
Thus, he wasted no time in issuing his verdict—a choice anticipated not just by the Dragon Kings, but by myriad other peoples watching from the distance.
Out of everyone gathered there, Midir alone possessed the might to rival Crimson, the Red Moon, whose awakening had jolted the entire realm.
Therefore, Midir's every action carried weighty consequences for all involved.
The Dragon God had made up his mind.
"Plasido. Spiritual Form."
Upon Midir's order, the colossal dragon underfoot unleashed a thunderous cry that quaked the emptiness around them...
Followed by its form melting away in an enchanting haze.
Plasido disappeared entirely, morphing into an eerie Aura that cloaked Midir, draping from his nape like an endless cape.
The Dragon Kings encircled him, gazing in wonder.
Regardless of how often they beheld it, the spectacle always left them stunned.
Plasido ranked as the eldest surviving dragon.
Distinct from contemporary Pantheon entities, it only had its animal shape and lacked the ability to speak.
Still, Midir had fully tamed it...
enslaving it as his bonded spiritual companion, one that could flood him with immense strength.
Long ago, Midir had overpowered Agares, the Second Seat, and Nito, the Ninth Seat, all without drawing on Plasido's aid.
Today, merging that beast's force with his own elevated Midir's power to unprecedented heights...
Which explained their conviction that he could challenge Crimson.
Midir took the initial step forward.
The Dragon Kings trailed right after, piercing into the continent and proclaiming themselves as the next group to infiltrate the enigmatic territory.
Slowly, the remaining peoples joined the surge.
From every angle imaginable, they flooded inward simultaneously, swarming the continent with utmost haste.
And with that...
In an instant—the zone encircling the enigmatic continent grew eerily quiet.
Not a soul stayed behind outside.
The continent stayed unaltered in its essence, its shape twisting with each fleeting moment.
The portals everyone had used to pass through had already faded, supplanted by fresh doorways into the mystery beyond.
The hush endured briefly...
Though it wouldn't persist.
Out of thin air, a huge mass of bizarre, tainted dark mist materialized, hurtling toward the continent at a velocity that heralded catastrophe.
The mist mass kept billowing and growing, encasing the barriers...
but failing to penetrate them.
Then, bit by bit...
The mist faded away entirely.
And out of its depths, one man stepped forth.
A figure who embodied monstrosity itself.
A sinister energy enveloped him, as his deep purple gaze pierced the environs with crushing force.
That mist...
was the Abyss Fog.
And that figure...
was the Abyss's own progenitor.
The mightiest of Hell's Dukes—
Gael.
He showed no trace of delay.
Without a beat, Gael advanced and crossed into the continent too, staking his claim as yet another contender in the brewing clash inside those confines.
And thus—
Every key participant had taken their place upon the board.
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The instant they all breached the threshold, the fabric of the void shuddered in unnatural waves.
The landscape ahead twisted and morphed at a frightful pace.
Merely moments ticked by...
Until the upheaval halted.
And all of them stood within.
Crimson's boots met the soil right as Marvas and Agares landed beside him.
They scanned their surroundings without delay...
And their immediate response was astonishment.
"It's like we've stepped into a whole new realm,"
Agares murmured softly.
The area unfolding before them bore no resemblance to the enclosed void it appeared as from without.
Rather, it formed an boundless domain, expanding infinitely across all horizons...
so expansive that even they couldn't sense its edges.
The heavens above gleamed in spotless white...
a dazzling white, more akin to a domed roof than a true open firmament.
The terrain beneath lay dull and desolate,
marked by charred, lifeless trees that jutted upward like stark monoliths—shaping the essence of this domain.
No matter how intently they observed,
they found no likeness to any other realm in the boundless cosmos.
"The Aura currents in this place feel... off," Marvas noted.
"If I had to put a word to it, chaotic—unpredictable."
He conjured a dark blaze in his grasp and flung it down toward the earth.
The shadowy inferno burst on impact, searing the ground effortlessly.
"Looks like the barrier doesn't hold sway here," Marvas went on.
"We can clash without limits."
He exhaled a subtle sigh of ease upon verifying his combat readiness.
Crimson, on the other hand, betrayed no emotion whatsoever.
Instead, he promptly assumed command.
"Onward."