Timeless Assassin

Chapter 1057: Timeskip (7)

(Meanwhile, Within The Eternal Garden, Kaelith’s POV)

Seated upon the uneven cliffs overlooking the twin graves of Soron and Raymond, Kaelith remained motionless as though buried in deep thought, when suddenly, the faint pulse of his communication orb broke the silence, its glow reflecting against his calm, unreadable expression as a new report arrived.

*Ding*

The moment he opened it, his eyes scanned the contents in silence, as the words etched themselves into his mind with quiet clarity, revealing that the Dragon Army had captured two additional planets within the past week, expanding their dominion from four controlled worlds to six, as their growth now teetered on the edge of becoming a genuine nightmare.

The report did not end there.

It detailed how the dragons had begun enslaving human populations across those newly conquered planets, forcing them to share their knowledge, to teach them the intricacies of technology, manufacturing, and interstellar travel, as Moltherak had seemingly given full permission for his forces to evolve beyond their primal roots and integrate the very systems that had once allowed humanity to dominate the universe.

As Kaelith read those lines, he let out a slow, measured breath, his composure remaining intact, as not even the slightest flicker of anger appeared on his face, his expression controlled to perfection while his mind processed the implications of what lay before him.

And yet, that control did not last.

Because within the next moment, the orb shattered within his grasp.

*Crack*

Fragments crumbled into dust as his fingers tightened, the sound echoing faintly across the cliffs while his jaw clenched ever so slightly, betraying the fury that simmered just beneath the surface.

Because the dragon problem was no longer something that could be ignored.

Not anymore.

Not with the beasts starting to educate themselves, as if they really started to evolve beyond their primal roots, then they would truly become a nightmare for humans to contain.

"If not for those damned origin dragon teeth, I’d crush Moltherak myself...."

Kaelith muttered, as he thought about how, if not for the origin weapons in Moltherak’s possession, Kaelith could have ended the dragon problem before it grew out of hand.

However, unfortunately for him, that was not the case for now.

"Not just that, it’s clear that he is sensitive about me attacking the Cult Of Ascension as well...."

Kaelith muttered, as he clicked his tongue in anger.

If not for Moltherak, Kaelith had been prepared to finish what he had started, and crush the Cult completely by erasing the last of their strongholds beyond Ixtal, reducing their influence to nothing, and wiping their existence from the face of the universe before it could rise again.

And yet—

Moltherak remained.

And that changed everything.

Because Kaelith had not forgotten those words.

That moment.

That warning.

The dragon had called him brazen for attacking a system under the dragon kings protection, and while Kaelith did not fear many beings within this universe, he was not foolish enough to dismiss a creature like Moltherak lightly, especially one who possessed both the raw power and the sheer unpredictability to act without restraint.

For now—

He would wait.

Not out of fear.

But out of calculation.

Because provoking a mad dragon, one who could very well tear open the fabric of space itself and descend upon the Eternal Garden without warning, was not a risk worth taking without absolute certainty of victory.

And Kaelith, did not yet feel certain.

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Big changes had also taken place within the structure and quality of the Cult Army, as over the past fifteen years, the Cult Army had managed to expand its ranks, strengthen its foundations, and add five more monarch tier warriors to their leadership

The first and most obvious of the five was the Dragon Aegon Veyr, who was now operating under the identity of Commander Sparrow, as his growth over the years had been nothing short of extraordinary, his combat sense having sharpened through constant battle with Su Yang, while his leadership capabilities matured under prolonged exposure to tactical practice warfare.

Then came Leonardo.

Leo’s nephew.

A name that had begun to circulate quietly within internal circles, as his rise had not been loud or explosive, but rather steady, as he carved his own path through relentless training and hard work.

Having a battle style similar to his father Luke, Leonardo was the most balanced warrior within the Cult who fought with both a sword and shield in hand.

Possessing the ability to both carve open gaps and hold the line as a Commander.

And yet, him and Veyr were not alone, because alongside them stood three more newly ascended Monarchs, individuals who had risen through the ranks without fanfare, as each of them represented a different aspect of the Cult’s evolving doctrine.

One specialized in high-speed assassination tactics, another in large-scale battlefield control through elemental manipulation, while the third had developed a hybrid combat style that blurred the line between close-quarters lethality and mid-range suppression.

As together, they formed a new generation of leadership.

A generation that had been forged not in peace, but in constant conflict, as their understanding of warfare extended beyond raw strength and into adaptability, coordination, and execution under pressure.

And this improvement was not just at the top.

Because apart from them five, over twelve thousand new Transcendents had also emerged, which was an even greater indicator of the Cult’s transformation, as these were not merely numbers, not just bodies thrown into battle, but trained operatives who had undergone rigorous conditioning, structured drills, and real combat exposure that refined their instincts and sharpened their decision-making.

Unlike the Cult of old, where chaos often dictated the flow of battle, this new force moved with intent.

With purpose.

With clarity.

Squads operated with defined roles.

Chains of command were respected.

Strategies were executed, not improvised.

And most importantly—

They learned.

Every loss was analyzed.

Every mistake was corrected.

Every mock battle was used as a stepping stone toward improvement.

Because under Leo’s influence, the Cult had begun to adopt something it had long lacked.... Structure.

And that structure was what allowed its strength to compound at an alarming rate, as while other factions across the universe currently remained stagnant in terms of strength or rather regressed, the Cult adapted continuously, as they evolved with every passing year.

The current Cult army was no longer just a group of rebels.

As they were slowly but surely becoming a force capable of challenging the very foundations of the universe.