Supreme Harem God System

Chapter 2182: She was here.

"For Light."

Horaza chanted, and the Light Borns now standing behind him all did the same—

"For Light."

BOOOM BOOOM BOOOM

Beams of golden energy converged on the seven Fallen Light Borns. Each blast carried enough power to gravely injure them if the attack connected, reducing almost all their resistance.

The light that shined was so intense that the entirety of the sky turned white, the ocean vanished under the immense pressure—

It was as if a second sun had been born right above Irethol.

Elyra shielded her eyes, her entire body trembling from the force. Even standing near this power was painful and reopened her still unhealed injuries.

And when the light faded—the Fallen were gone.

Disappeared from sight.

For a single moment, Elyra felt... hope.

Maybe... maybe it was truly the end.

Maybe they finally won.

But...

Hope was a sadistic emotion.

Even when Elyra’s mind knew the truth, her heart refused to believe it. Her heart wanted to believe that they had won—but then—

SWOOOSH

A spear appeared from nowhere, piercing through one of the defenders. The said Light Born would have died if it weren’t for Horaza protecting him.

And behind him—behind him stood one of the Fallen Light Borns who had ’disappeared’ a few moments ago.

"You do not listen, do you?"

The Fallen muttered in a low tone. He didn’t seem particularly bothered by the fact that his attack did not work.

"Do not falter!"

Horaza shouted, not giving up.

"It doesn’t matter what tricks they are playing, Lady Seraphielle stands behind us and not them—

This battle—we cannot lose!"

He roared as he gathered more Light Energy around him. The rest of the Light Borns nodded and continued the battle, unleashing another wave of Light.

The Fallen blurred again, splitting into multiple forms that weaved through the attacks. Every time they were hit, their forms exploded into light... only for it to be devoured by the Shadow and reform seconds later.

The battle became chaotic.

The sky of Irethol had long turned gold and white, torn apart by constant explosions. Each second, hundreds of beams crossed, explosions far greater than what most worlds could handle happened regularly as the two sides clashed.

Elyra tried to follow the battle, but her eyes simply couldn’t keep up. The power being released was beyond anything she had ever imagined. Irethol’s Will was crying, begging her to stop the two sides but...

But the Thal’ren Progenitor was helpless.

This had become far bigger than what she could control.

She... she could only watch—and try to predict the result by comparing the two sides.

The Light Borns were magnificent; they were definitely stronger than their opponents, but the Fallen were unending. They continued to reappear every time they were ’killed,’ making it seem impossible to defeat them.

BOOOOOM

One of the Light Borns unleashed a wave of Sanctum Pulse—a devastating ripple meant to erase all that was not born from Light.

The wild, unrestrained light swept through the battlefield, consuming everything in its path—

—and yet, when it cleared, the Fallen were still there.

Not even scratched.

Horaza stared at the situation with a grim look on his face—he himself had killed Farah three more times, but every single time, he had reappeared.

This battle...

It didn’t seem like it was going to end.

Above them, another clash erupted. Two Light Borns locked blades mid-air, spinning around each other in a spiral of blinding gold. One struck deep into his opponent’s chest, tearing the core apart—only for the wounded one to reappear behind him a heartbeat later and drive a fist through his heart.

It was endless.

For every strike, there was a counter.

For every death, there was... a return.

"Fall back!"

One of the Light Borns shouted.

"They’re pulling us into a loop!"

But the order came too late.

The seven Fallen Light Borns formed a pattern in the air—circles of shadowed light interlocking like divine sigils. Their halos brightened for a moment before erupting outward.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOM

A wave of golden light spread in all directions, breaking through the defenders’ formation and blasting them away.

Elyra, too, was thrown back, crashing through a collapsing coral mountain before stopping mid-air.

She knew the attack was coming, she saw the enemies prepare it but...

It was all so perfectly coordinated that despite knowing what was coming—she couldn’t do anything. The only reason she was even alive was because Irethol’s Will was doing everything to ensure her survival.

But even that final card she had seemed like it was close to breaking—as the battle continued, Irethol itself was breaking. More than half of its people had already perished from the impact; those remaining weren’t in good condition either.

Elyra herself felt like her body had cracked; she felt like she couldn’t even stand straight.

The worst part?

When she looked up, the Light Borns were... unaffected.

Yes, they were taken by surprise, but the attack wasn’t nearly powerful enough to affect them, especially when all twenty of them stood together in formation.

The battle wasn’t over.

And in Elyra’s eyes, this was no different than a defeat.

After all, the result of this battle did not matter—Irethol could no longer hold on. If this continued, within the next five minutes, it would collapse.

And she...

She could not do anything about it.

She was helpless, and since the ones fighting were the strongest beings in the entirety of the Universe—

There was almost no being who could help her.

It was over.

Or at least...

That is what should have happened, but then—

SWOOOSH

The air turned still.

Everything... stopped.

The trembling clouds froze mid-roar, the sea’s boiling surface turned into a mirror, and even the light that flickered from the wounds of the Light Borns halted in place.

Time itself seemed to kneel.

Then—the light descended.

Not the wild, burning gold of battle... but a gentle radiance, soft and endless, folding over the shattered world like a mother gathering her broken child.

The color of dawn spilled across the ruins of Irethol, and for the first time since the war began, the pain... faded.

Every Light Born, every Fallen, even Elyra—could feel it.

That presence...

Yes—

She was here.