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Chapter 1282: Instant Assault

Chapter 1282: Instant Assault



Aigas looked darker than normal, even when accounting for its the sun, which was setting on the horizon. Everything seemed gloomier, and there were tremors everywhere, shockwaves of various energies in the skies and the distant sounds of screeches and screams.

This was fitting, honestly. Even though the Stark Troops had already started to suppress the enemies, it wasn't as if Skullius had expected results in the little more than twenty minutes head start he expected they had on him and Elita.

Speaking of the two - one, a four-armed entity with coin-grey skin and a vast, lead grey cloud over his body stitched together with threads of merigold Ju`wtte, and the other, a beautiful, dark-skinned woman with curly black hair and hazel eyes, adorned in a black and silver armour - they had appeared in what seemed like a ravine within an ordinary forest. Skullius was sure they were in Pelian.

The ivory key and even his new ability to open gateways to and from Aigas usually left him in a general five-kilometer radius of where he last used it.

The forest was eerily silent. No animals chirped, slithered or growled. Even the waters in the river close to them were quiet.

All birds and beasts had either hidden away or fled. But one would then ask where they hoped to nest which was safe. The presence of the Cavern was just that depressing, it seemed. They might not have wasted time terrorising ordinary creatures here, but their malice spread far all the same.

Elita had on a nasty frown.

"I can only imagine what this world will look like in a few more hours if nothing changes," she said. "How many Divine level creatures do you reckon are among the Cavern?"

Skullius wasn't sure, thus he investigated.

His expansive senses went out and covered the entirety of Aigas.

Because this wasn't the effect of some skill, he was able to spy on everyone and everything, except a few, without being noticed.

The numbers and circumstances of beings on every place in the world registered to his mind soon after.

He spotted his Stark Troops moving in accordance to the way he had arranged. They were swift and effective.

Skullius smiled.

'Well, they're doing better than I thought they would initially,' he thought.

"Here they come," Skullius said with a cold smile.

"And they're all yours. Unless they go out of their way to come for me, that is," Elita shrugged.

Over them, hundreds of meters in the sky, dozens of dark, shapely creatures built like dark rocks with ruby red eyes appeared and began storming down. Their charge towards the ground, from below looked like a masterpiece of a painting - one hundred and forty-four Cavern with grotesque wings and bizarre faces, behind them a sweet, obscure sky with pale

cloud.

It was almost poetic.

But Skullius shattered the image at once.

His Amras was beckoned from its well in his Broader Existence.

Right as that happened, six figures within the charge of Cavern noticed and vanished from the

whole.

'Clever,' Skullius thought.

The Hybrid Warmoth had a pair of pupilless, iris-less eyes. Above them, were odd eyebrows narrow and short, the skin under them protruding slightly.

But no. These weren't eyebrows.

They were eyelashes.

They quivered as Amras was channelled towards something behind them. In the next micro- instance, the clustered eyelashes parted, between them, a thin, slanted gap forming which widened to reveal a brilliant shimmer of green and gold that altered the state of the world as

Skullius perceived it!

This was the Andori, [Legion Eyes]!