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Chapter 1669: The Legend of Dawnblade
"And we are no exception," the Commander said, his tone leaving no room for argument. "Rules must be followed from the top down, and from the inside out."
Kaidric, Twelve-Skulls, Decay, and The Progenitor Swarm nodded in agreement. To ancient entities of their caliber, sacrificing a small pocket world was a trivial matter.
"You two catch my interest. How about a spar?" Kaidric’s eyes burned with battle lust as he stared at Twelve-Skulls and Decay. Twelve-Skulls had already proven his worth by exchanging blows with the Commander, and Decay was a legendary entity from the Abyssal World. Kaidric craved the challenge.
"Not interested." Twelve-Skulls shook his head. Having fought alongside him against the Four-Faced Beast, he had already gauged Kaidric’s combat prowess. Kaidric was the weaker of the two; Twelve-Skulls had no desire to serve as another man’s whetstone.
"If you want blood, come find me in the depths of the Abyss," Decay added. As an Abyssal Demon and an apex predator, Decay feared no challenge. His underwhelming performance today wasn’t a lack of power, but a byproduct of caution—he hadn’t descended in his true body.
Rebuffed on both fronts, Kaidric lost interest. He glanced at the Commander, waiting to see if there were any final orders before taking his leave.
"You may plant your pieces freely on The Primordial Continent," the Commander instructed. "But leave the other four continents alone. They are too fragile for our games right now. Furthermore, once those four awaken, those continents will be heavily monitored. Meddling will only spark unnecessary internal friction."
This was the perfect window to sabotage the Authority held by the four continental lords: Orion, Lifeless Dreadgod, Archbishop Kysar, and Moriphara. Sowing chaos on their lands would distract them from developing The Primordial Continent. However, such sabotage would ultimately stunt the growth of the Titanion Realm itself—a consequence the Commander and the others wanted to avoid.
The Commander didn’t know how deep the ties ran between these ancient monsters and the other three lords, but he knew they lacked the high mutual trust he shared with Orion. A warning was necessary.
Fortunately, the others understood the stakes and murmured their agreement. On the surface, Orion and his three peers ruled the Titanion Realm, but these ancient entities were its true pillars. If Orion and the others failed to grow into capable allies, they would simply be replaced.
"We have slumbered for so long, and the passage of time has allowed new powers to rise," Abyssal Demon Decay noted, his curiosity piqued by the tone set for the Titanion Realm. "Might I ask your title, sir?"
"At the break of dawn, I fought three Abyssal Demon Kings in a single day and never fell." The Commander’s voice was nonchalant. "They called me Dawnblade."
Decay’s non-existent heart skipped a beat. A single Abyssal Demon King was an entity on par with Decay himself. To fight three simultaneously... Decay could only imagine the earth-shattering devastation of such a battle.
"That is all in the past," Dawnblade said dismissively. "Gentlemen, it’s time to work."
Ignoring Decay’s horrified stare, Dawnblade waved a hand, tearing open a massive rift in the void—the shattered remnants of the Titanion Realm’s The Realm Barrier. Before Dawnblade, the Will of the Realm was entirely powerless, forced to submit.
But Dawnblade bore no malice. A small world materialized behind him, radiating a gentle aura as it willingly merged with the Titanion Realm. Almost instantly, the Will of the Realm extended the roots of its World Tree, plunging them into the foreign dimension and ravenously devouring its World Essence.
Following his lead, Twelve-Skulls, Decay, and The Progenitor Swarm summoned their own captive worlds, feeding them to the Titanion Realm. The tectonic shift of merging worlds could not be hidden from the senses of the realm’s demigod powerhouses. With Dawnblade and his cohort setting the precedent, hundreds of other small worlds soon drifted toward the Titanion Realm, waiting to be consumed. It would be a long process, but with these titans standing guard, no one dared to interfere.
The Titan Continent, Argentis.
An eternal, luminous moon hung high in the sky, casting a glow that catalyzed a bizarre transformation across the city. Ordinary stone and mortar slowly transmuted into a translucent, moon-white magical material. Moonlight, star-sand, and shimmering glass... Whenever the night breeze swept through, Argentis flared with a lunar halo, bathing the entire city in a misty, ethereal glow.
It was a miracle.
Under this halo, Argentis spontaneously generated drops of liquid lunar essence. Consuming it permanently increased one’s power. This phenomenon had drawn countless rangers and mercenaries, quickly filling the city to the brim, especially with members of the more peaceful races.
The bard Cloudsong was among them. He looked up at the night sky, sensing something different about the silver moon tonight. It was brighter. Blinding, even.
"Is it just my imagination, or is the moon getting bigger?" Cloudsong muttered. As one of the first travelers to arrive in Argentis, he had heard the local legends. "They say the silver moon is the physical incarnation of the City Lord. I wonder if it’s true..."
Inside the City Lord’s Mansion, two elegant figures spoke across the courtyard.
"Mother, I don’t know what is happening to the Titanion Realm, but I’m advancing!" Moon Elf Isilra looked down, gently stroking her swollen belly. She could feel the child within her brimming with excitement. The sheer, incomprehensible surge of primal energy descending upon her was partly drawn by the child’s bloodline. To Isilra’s amazement, the swelling energy battered against her long-stagnant bottleneck.
"Do not panic. It is a gift from the world itself, likely orchestrated by Orion," replied a gentle voice. "It is a blessing for both you and your child."
"Orion was right. The Titanion Realm is where we truly belong." The Demigod of the Moonwell maintained her usual calm demeanor. Ever since she merged her Pocket Dimension into the Titanion Realm, she had considered herself a native of this world, a true resident of the Titan Continent.
Unlike the other races, the moment The Demigod of the Moonwell’s true form took root on the Titan Continent, she had woven herself directly into The Weave of Reality. She felt it clearer than anyone: the very foundation of the Titanion Realm was expanding at a terrifying rate. Every native inhabitant would receive a share of the world’s blessing. Their strength would surge; their bloodlines would evolve. The entire plane was ascending.
"Mother..." Isilra began, eager to share the sensation, but she was abruptly cut off.
The sky erupted with blinding moonlight. It cascaded down like a waterfall, carrying a divine aura that was both absolute and profoundly gentle. The radiance blanketed Argentis before sweeping out across the continent.
Within the silver moon high above, a graceful woman stepped out from the pure light. She looked down upon Argentis, the sprawling continent, and the Stoneheart Horde.
Stoneheart City, Horde Hall.
Lilith, Sylvana, Ava, Lysinthia, Onyx, and Rendall—all buried in the daily administration of the Horde—were startled by the phenomenon. They stepped out of the palace together, gazing up at the impossibly bright moon.
"It’s Isilra!" Lilith said, standing at the forefront of the group in a sweeping, elegant gown. She recognized the unbound, divine pressure washing over the continent; only a demigod could project such power without restraint. "The moon elf Orion brought back. I knew she had been trapped at the bottleneck of an Arch Lord for a long time, but I never expected her to ascend to a demigod so soon after arriving in the Titanion Realm."
"The one from Staghelm City?" Rendall asked, needing the confirmation. It wasn’t that he doubted Lilith, but a new demigod was an asset of unimaginable importance to the Stoneheart Horde.