Wizard: Starting With the Knights Breathing Method Chapter 3134: 645: Nightmare Council

Abyss Will and Chaotic Servant arrived together, their gazes falling upon the gravely injured Eternal Sleep.

"How dare they!"

The audacious act of assassinating a high-ranking Abyss official right beneath the noses of two Supremes, even if ultimately unsuccessful, deeply wounded the pride of Abyss Will.

It declared with icy displeasure:

"Had I not been occupied with the search for Nightmare, how could this have happened?"

After this self-serving justification, which served to salvage a sliver of its dignity,

Abyss Will proceeded to seal all primary entry points to the Abyss.

Concurrently, a comprehensive internal investigation was mandated throughout the Abyss.

It's often said that spotting one cockroach implies the presence of many more. Yet, after three years of meticulous searching and turning the Abyss inside out, not a single lead was uncovered.

Ultimately, the matter had to be set aside.

Good news travels slowly, but bad news spreads like wildfire.

This incident eventually reached the ears of the Multidimensional Plane.

Upon hearing that the Chaos Emperor had managed to infiltrate the 657th layer of the Abyss and inflict severe harm upon Eternal Sleep right under the Supremes' watch, universal astonishment ensued.

The Abyss, a place of dread and prohibition.

Simply breaching its borders demanded immense fortitude.

Venturing beyond the 600th layer was almost unthinkable.

Those capable of operating in such depths were invariably powerhouses of the highest caliber.

The Chaos Emperor's infiltration certainly showcased remarkable capability.

...

Fleshy Fetus.

"Indeed, a confrontation between Nora and the Abyss is imminent," mused the Nightmare Will, a spark of hope igniting within its consciousness.

"If I were in their position, having been affronted so directly, I would undoubtedly seek retribution!"

The Chaos Emperor's actions were, without question, a direct challenge to the Abyss's established authority.

The Master of Horror reported:

"My Lord, the Nightmare's Northern, Southern, and Western territories have all fallen... Only the East and Central regions remain. If we do not act swiftly, the Black Dragon Flag will soon fly over all of Nightmare."

The Nightmare Will responded:

"Patience. Our opportune moment is drawing near."

...

Astral World.

Recognizing its inability to overcome the Star Ancestor in a direct struggle, the mother nest's will abandoned any notion of frontal assault. Instead, it engaged in a game of cat and mouse, leading its insect swarm through the desolate Sea of Ruins, a place where even Gods had previously fled in disarray.

The Star Ancestor, commanding a contingent of formidable Deities, erected an impenetrable Heavenly Net.

Despite numerous close calls, where the mother nest's will was nearly encircled, all attempts ultimately failed at the final threshold.

With each successive encounter, a growing unease settled upon the Star Ancestor as it perceived the mother nest's will relentlessly adapting and evolving, its strategies becoming increasingly refined.

A chilling premonition took hold.

It foresaw that the insect race would inevitably become the ultimate calamity for the Multidimensional Plane!

That accursed Cars, utterly oblivious to the gravity of the unfolding crisis.

When news of the Chaos Emperor's incursion into the Abyss reached the Star Ancestor,

a cold sneer twisted its lips.

"Fools lacking any grasp of the larger cosmic game! Each vying to usurp the authority of the astral world's leadership. But without the astral world, who will uphold the heavens? Who will stand against the insect tide?

Blind followers, shortsighted fools!

Mortals and fledgling powers are ever so ignorant!

Only the astral world is destined to guide this Universe!

Only I, the Star Ancestor, can bear this immense burden!"

Driven to the brink by repeated provocations,

the Star Ancestor finally lost all patience. It resolved to eradicate the insect menace first, then harness the full might of the Star Realm to descend all Gods and angels into the mortal realm, intending to subjugate the Three Realms and Nora!

From that moment onward, the entirety of the Universe's order would fall under the dominion of the astral world!

Including the cycles of life and death, and reincarnation itself!

Let the Mother of Darkness perish!

If madness is the path, then let us all descend into it together!

...

Nora Calendar Year 3903.

Nightmare World, Northern Region.

Although Eternal Sleep had not succumbed to death, it sustained grievous injuries.

During its recovery period, it was rendered incapable of manifesting as a Nightmare Avatar.

Pazuzu and the Demon Army were likewise compelled to retreat from the Abyss.

This Wind Demon Lord expressed profound relief, as if narrowly escaping a dire catastrophe.

"Thankfully... I always harbored doubts about Eternal Sleep's reliability."

In previous eras, it had been annihilated by the Nora Army on three separate occasions!

The visceral experience of facing true death left it, an ancient being, deeply unsettled.

It harbored a profound fear of death.

It had no desire to follow the fate of the other three Demon Lords.

For the remainder of its existence, its sole wish was to dwell undisturbed within the Abyss.

...

Nightmare World.

With the Abyss's direct intervention halted, the Nora Army successfully subjugated hundreds of Great Domains in Nightmare North, subsequently integrating with the Underworld forces in Nightmare East.

In a mere twenty-seven years, the allied armies from both fronts swept through hundreds of Great Domains in the East.

They ultimately breached the final bastion:

Nightmare Central Region.

This territory was once the sacred domain where the Nightmare Will itself found slumber.

Fingal's Dusk Army now faces a strenuous push forward. Quite a few Nightmare Monarchs, more than twenty in all for varied reasons, have converged within the Central Region. These formidable beings have united, forming the Resistance Army, and are holding their ground with unwavering resolve. They cling to the hope that the Nightmare Will will return to rescue them. Some among them remain lost in the faded grandeur of the kingdom's past, refusing to accept that the Nightmare Will has been reduced to a defeated hound. At this present moment, the Underworld, Nora, and the Dusk Army have achieved a tripartite victory. A total of 108 Level 10 powerhouses, each commanding their Army Commanders, have launched a direct assault. With new Great Domains falling under their control each month, they have penetrated the very heart of the Nightmare in less than a decade. It is the year 3940 in the Nora Calendar. Over twenty Monarchs have assembled in Nightmare City, a location that once housed the Blood and Flesh Palace. Now stripped of its supreme treasure, it stands as a desolate and empty Giant City. Their countenances are etched with complex emotions, their thoughts filled with uncertainty. Within the city's confines, countless Nightmare Lords also find themselves unable to foresee the path ahead. When did the Nightmare begin its descent to such a state? It was merely thousands of years ago that they were the very embodiment of dread across the Multidimensional Plane! Why do the beings before them now inspire no fear? Is the Nightmare truly on the brink of its end? Rumble! The expansive sky, laden with Shadows, coalesces into the formidable figure of Charactus. Through years of relentless conflict, its might has grown substantially. It stands infinitely close to the Four Emperor level. As the leader of the Shadow Civilization, such power is an absolute necessity. After all, it once held the status of a Quasi-Giant. Charactus proclaims: "Surrender, for the Nightmare Will has forsaken you."