Rise of the Lustful Evil Monarch (Re)

Chapter 71 Apocalyptic Battle (2)

Ethan's POV

Floating imperiously above the blood film, the vague shadow within the cloud extended a hand downward. In response, the man crossed his arms in front of his chest without a word.

His regal black shirt was torn to shreds as his muscles bulged and radiated power. Gray, thick claws extended menacingly from his hands and a silvery grey wolf tattoo materialized across his back.

The tattoo bore a calm expression with a half-moon mark on its forehead but its blood-red eyes sent a chill through my nonexistent spine. Those terrifying eyes moved as if alive and suddenly turned to meet my ethereal gaze.

I was frozen under their scrutiny and I felt an overwhelming sense of insignificance for the first time in my both of my lives. Yet, after a moment, the tattoo looked away exuding an air of indifference and disinterest as though I was beneath its notice.

What was that wolf head? How could it sense my presence in a memory fragment when even these powerful beings could not? Is it even stronger than a Grade 5 being?, These thoughts raced through my mind, leaving me shell-shocked until the wild feral man's next action demanded my attention.

He lifted his head skyward and released a long and primal wolf howl. Gray energy erupted from his mouth, forming a circular shockwave that expanded rapidly and clashed against the crimson tornadoes.

Lightning and flames crackled where the forces met and the winds intensified as if in defiance.

The man's gray eyes emitted beams of light that stabilized the trembling shockwave. The beams ignited it with gray flames that resisted the corrosive crimson winds. Refocusing on his claws, he intensified the radiant gray light around them.

A few moments later, he looked upward and slashed the air with both claws. Two enormous gray claw projections each at least fifty meters long,= sliced through the atmosphere. The claws collided with the crimson tornadoes that shattered their relentless advance.

Timing his attack perfectly, the huge gray claws struck the blood film. It cracked like fragile glass and the bloody expanse covering the sky fragmented into swirling shards and in the process dissipated its dominance.

The man roared and instantly accelerated with blinding speed toward the blood cloud. A sonic boom echoed in his wake as he ascended.

The swirling shards of the shattered blood film coalesced into a lethal mini-tornado hurtling toward the gray streak to stop its advance but the man remained undeterred.

He unleashed another shockwave and dispersed the deadly vortex of swirling glass.

As clarity returned to him, a blood-red streak emerged from the heart of the crimson cloud, zooming toward him like divine retribution. Rather than faltering, the man countered with a swipe of his claws.

This time, I saw the clash clearly as a thin, blood-red sword collided with his gray claws, sending sparks flying. They exchanged ferocious blows, their movements so rapid they became a blur zigzagging across the sky in an electrifying dance of destruction.

They moved at speeds that were at least five or six times faster than sound in my estimation and it rendered their forms nearly imperceptible.

The occasional clash of the blood sword and gray claws illuminated the night but their battle remained elusive and a contest of titans far beyond mortal comprehension.

With an earth-shaking boom, the gray streak was slammed back into a mountain sending up a colossal plume of dust and debris. Silence followed it and the battle had seemingly concluded.

Had he lost? The question lingered in my mind as I watched with a bated breath.

Suddenly, from within the dust cloud, a colossal silvery-gray wolf head emerged that was at least hundreds of meters in size. It dwarfed the broken mountain with its sheer magnitude.

It left shimmering trails of silver in the air. The wolf's head howled and its gaping maw lunged toward the reformed blood cloud.

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Before I could process the scene, a massive blood-red sword materialized in the cloud's center, descending like divine punishment. Its sheer presence was awe-inspiring, and just as the wolf's howling maw clashed with the crimson blade, my vision blacked out and left me suspended in the void of the unknown.

Virelle's POV

We entered the first room, and both Big Brother and Ethan began examining it with evident curiosity. I could relate to their reaction as I had been just as stunned when I first discovered such a luxurious room hidden in the depths of this ominous, prison-like well.

The contrast was stark and almost unsettling like a gilded refuge within the suffocating darkness. It had been a place where I could, albeit briefly lay my fears of the castle's darkness to rest when I stayed here years ago.

This particular room was one of the few where the oppressive darkness of the castle's aura felt subdued.

However, the memory of its relative safety did little to ease my unease, especially with the knowledge that we had at most an hour to retire before the night fell and the things lurking within the walls awakened.

The thought sent a shiver down my spine and I sighed, reminding myself of the tasks at hand. I still needed to find my room and assign Ethan his place for the night.

As my gaze wandered, I noticed Ethan staring at the massive wolf head mounted above the king-sized bed. Its origins were unknown even to me, and I couldn't help but feel an instinctive aversion to its hollow eye sockets.

The void within them exuded a strange and chilling aura that felt alive as if it could see into the deepest recesses of one's soul. Every glance at those dark hollows made my skin crawl, a sensation that perfectly mirrored the castle's eerie ambiance and hidden dangers.

I turned my attention back to Ethan only to find that he was standing eerily still. His eyes were glassy and fixed on the giant wolf head. Confused, I moved closer and raised my hands and waved them in front of his face.