Entering Apocalypse in Easy-Mode-Chapter 505: Reckoning

Asqa stood motionless in front of Clyde’s door. Her heart heavy with fear. The screams behind it continued. It sounded raw, primal, and full of agony. Every one of them made her chest tighten. Fear that impossible to ignore crept in.

She clenched her fists and trying to steady herself. She told herself that this was necessary. This was what Clyde had chosen. Actually, what they both had chosen.

Soon... it would be her turn to feel that agony as well.

That thought chilled her even more. Part of the fear she felt came from witnessing Clyde’s pain. But the other part came from within with the knowledge that she would eventually have to go through the same thing.

If she wanted power quickly and wanted to stand on equal ground with the Higher Beings above that would attack soon, she would have to endure that same torment.

Asqa sighed and whispered to herself with low and firm voice, like a mantra. "I’m doing this for a reason."

Her hatred flickered back to life. Her memories sharpened. The way the Higher Beings treated the lower races, weaker realms, and humanity was like toys and slaves.

She had served under Archangel Uriel’s domain. She hadn’t suffered directly but she had heard the stories of the horrors and exploitation. Pain disguised as divine judgment. Her colleagues had whispered the truth in shadows.

That was enough.

"Remember, Asqa. You fight for all of them!"

Her conviction burned again. The fear didn’t vanish but she could bear it now.

With one last glance at Clyde’s door that still echoing with faint cries she turned away.

She walked quietly back to her own room. She closed the door and sat cross-legged in the middle of the floor.

Slowly, she closed her eyes and entered meditation, letting her mind fall into stillness as much as it could.

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Inside the Ash Realm...

Clyde had no sense of time anymore. The pain blurred his thoughts, memories, self.

It felt like eternity. Like he was being lost in a storm that ripped him apart and stitched him back together again with burning wires and shattered light.

His soul was being rebuilt over and over by the black mist.

Only five minutes had passed in the physical world but to him, it could have been a hundred years.

And then, finally all it stopped.

His body in the ash realm settled. His soul now already reshaped and more stable.

In the real world, his physical body collapsed onto the bed with a heavy breath. His chest rose and fell slowly while covered in layers of sweat. His muscles twitched faintly.

In the ash realm, the Ancient One appeared again. The formless silhouette of the black humanoid sat across from him in silence.

"You are now twice as strong as you were before," the Ancient One said with calm voice.

Clyde didn’t speak at first. His body was still reeling and his mind struggled to catch up. The pain was still fresh in his memory.

But deep inside he understood that this was the price.

He needed power to fight back and protect, and to win.

Determination reignited in his eyes.

"Hit me again," Clyde said, his voice hoarse.

The Ancient One tilted its head slightly. There was something like hesitation in its presence. Then, with slow, heavy weight, it answered.

"All right. The third phase will begin now."

And so the pain returned. This was worse than before.

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High above the clouds, in the upper spire of his towering sanctum, Hermes stood silently with hands behind his back. His eyes narrowed with focus.

Below him the army of his domain was assembling. Divisions of armored soldiers, swift-winged scouts, divine constructs, and summoned beasts all moving in perfect rhythm.

Every rank gleamed with magic energy. His banners rippling in the wind.

But despite the display of power and readiness, Hermes was still and calm. He didn’t give orders yet.

Zeus, Hades, Poseidon, had not given the final word. Until they did the full wrath of their realm could not be unleashed.

And that forced Hermes to wait and restrain the burning fury that coiled in his chest like a living serpent.

His hands clenched behind him.

He wanted to move. He wanted to confront those two anomalies with his own hands and rip away whatever power they had that made them this much trouble for the higher realms.

To remind them of the order of the cosmos and who stood at the top of them all.

But instead, he had to hold back. He hated waiting.

His mind replayed the images he’d seen about the trail of chaos, the remnants of corrupted domain and their habitant, and the surge of unnatural power building around the cosmos. It enraged him more than he would ever admit.

From a nearby window, hidden behind enchanted glass, a pair of eyes watched him.

Sonya stood quietly inside her chambers. The tension in her chest had only grown worse since the news came. Her fists were clenched at her sides and her brows furrowed in fear.

"They really had found them..."

Her heart beat rapidly with anxiety that refused to settle.

Clyde and Asqa. Her friends. The ones she’d been separated from long ago. The ones she had believed in. She had hoped that they had gone far enough to be safe or strong enough to resist.

But now, all of Higher Realm was preparing for war.

Hermes was like a god of death ready to strike. And Sonya knew once the order was given no one could stop them.

She wanted to do something. She couldn’t stand this helplessness.

But Hermes wasn’t a fool. There were likely hundreds of wards and detection barriers spread across his domain.

If she so much as moved the wrong way it would trigger something.

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And the longer she waited, the more fear clawed at her heart.

"They’re strong,. They’ve changed. Yes, they’ve must been prepared. Clyde... Asqa... please tell me you’re ready!"

Because if they hadn’t grown strong enough to stand against what was coming then the next time she saw them would be in death.

All she could do now was hope that fate wasn’t already decided.

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Agatha was silent as the two World Masters flanked her and guiding her through the white halls of the World Master Bureau.

Their hands gripped her arms tightly but not violently. Just enough to remind her that she had no power here anymore.

Around her neck, the black choker embedded with five shimmering obsidian stones pulsed faintly. The enchantment sealed her abilities completely. She could barely feel her own magic power, like her soul had been chained.

The massive door at the end of the corridor loomed ahead.

It opened with a soft hiss and she was pushed gently inside.

The room beyond was cold and vast. The windows stretched from floor to ceiling, letting in the white light of the Bureau’s artificial sky. But even with the brilliance outside, the room felt dim.

At the far end stood a tall figure of Morvius, Director of the World Master Bureau. Clad in his white uniform. His eyes sharp and as ever.

The two World Masters bowed slightly before leaving the room. The heavy doors closed behind them with a dull thud, sealing Agatha and Morvius alone inside.

Agatha stood still, forcing her shoulders not to shake. Her jaw clenched as she tried to keep her expression cold but her heart was pounding wildly beneath her ribs.

They found out.

She didn’t know how or know when, but this was it. The reckoning.

Morvius took a step forward. His hands behind his back, his gaze never leaving her.

He said nothing at first.

Then, with a motion of his fingers, a hologram shimmered to life in front of her.

The flickering blue light revealed a scene of her meeting with Clyde. Talking and smiling like friends.

Her eyes widened, her breath caught in her throat. Before she could speak, Morvius raised a hand.

"I already know everything," he said softly, almost kindly. "From the beginning, I had my suspicions. And now the truth is out."

He walked closer, slowly, his footsteps soft but deliberate.

"You betrayed the Bureau. You handed various secrets to the anomaly. And worst of all, you thought I wouldn’t notice."

Agatha’s hands clenched at her sides. She wanted to say something. But the words wouldn’t come. She could feel the weight of the choker tightening around her will.

Morvius smiled but it wasn’t warm smile.

"You will be punished," he said gently. "Not killed. That would be too kind. You will experience enough pain to peel away every reason you ever had for betrayal."

Agatha’s lips parted, her voice trembling despite her effort. "You don’t understand—"

"Oh, I understand," he cut her off. "You chose your side. And now you’ll suffer for it."

He turned away, walking back toward his desk.

"We begin your trial tomorrow. But I will have fun with you first here," Morvius said.

Agatha’s heart pounded in her chest. She already can tell that Morvius torture will be unbearable.

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