Entering Apocalypse in Easy-Mode-Chapter 506: Bloodied

Morvius sat once again in his chair, slouched back like a beast satisfied by blood.

His pristine white uniform was no longer white. It smeared with fresh crimson blood. There were streaks of red across his face and chest as well making him look like something feral or a creature that had long since abandoned mercy.

On the cold marble floor beneath him, Agatha lay sprawled and wounded.

Her body was riddled with bruises and cuts and her breath shallow. The enchantment collar still pulsed around her neck.

Her face was pale, bloodied, and filled with pain. One of her eyes was nearly swollen shut. Some of her teeth missing. Her limbs trembling from exhaustion.

But through it all her eyes remained sharp and furious.

Morvius tilted his head as he looked down at her like a scientist examining a subject that refused to die.

"Tell me more about your friend," he said coldly, voice devoid of warmth. "I believe his name is Clyde, yes? Tell me how he obtained such power that enough to be called an anomaly that defiwd a whole higher realm."

Agatha barely moved, only shifting her gaze toward him through the haze of her pain. Her mouth bled with every breath but her defiance didn’t waver.

Her voice cracked as she said. "You can bleed me dry but I will still give you nothing."

Morvius smiled at that. A slow, cruel smile full of sadistic delight.

"Good," he said while rising slowly from his chair. "I like that look on your face. It’s that same pride that makes me want to destroy you completely, you fucking traitor."

He crouched beside her and reached out to lift her chin roughly.

Agatha coughed, blood dripping from her lips. Then she let out a hoarse and bitter laughing sound that barely escaped her throat.

"You’ll never get what you want," she whispered.

Morvius stood again with a soft chuckle then turning his back to her as he waved his hand through the air. In response, hundreds of small silver needles shimmered into existence and hovering in the air, forged from pure light and guided by his will.

Agatha’s body stiffened at the sight. Her eyes flicking from one to the next. Her spirit screamed for resistance even as her body begged for mercy.

Still, she ground her teeth and held her chin high.

"It doesn’t matter. You’ll find nothing. And you think you’ve already won?" she spat, though her voice trembled. "Maybe... maybe Clyde is already waiting for you and already preparing for your destruction!"

Morvius raised a brow. The smile never left his face.

"Well, let him prepare. He and that girl might be strong. But they are nothing compared to the full might of the Higher Realms and my World Masters."

Agatha was silent. For the first time, doubt flickered in her eyes.

She knew Clyde and Asqa had done the impossible like killing the Celestials. But what if they against all the realms combined Could even they really withstand that all?

Morvius didn’t wait for her to respond.

With a flick of his fingers, the needles moved.

Dozens stabbed into her legs, her shoulders, her ribs in painful shallow hits that tore muscle and skin but avoided anything fatal.

"AAAAA!!!"

Agatha screamed. Her voice rising in agony and echoing throughout the sterile luminous office.

Morvius closed his eyes and breathed in that scream like it was symphony.

"You see, Agatha," he said, almost conversationally, "I don’t need you to talk. I just need you to break and I know that you will break bit by bit."

The needles pulled back while dripping with blood, and hovered again ready for another strike.

However, despite the tears streaming down her cheeks or the way her body curled from the pain, Agatha still glared at him.

Then the knock came from the door. The sound echoed faintly through the blood-scented office.

Morvius turned toward the door with annoyed feelings by the interruption. With a casual flick of his hand the silver needles dispersed into glimmering particles.

He wiped a smear of blood from his cheek with the back of his gloved hand then walked to the door and opened it.

Standing there was his secretary.

She froze the moment she saw him.

Morvius’ once-white clothes were drenched in red. Blood clung to his jawline and dripped slowly from his fingertips. The secretary’s eyes widened and when she glanced past him into the room, she visibly paled.

She saw Agatha laying in a pool of her own blood..

The secretary swallowed hard but she said nothing about what she saw. She had learned long ago not to question what happened behind Morvius’ closed doors. This also not the forst time something like this is happening.

"What is it?" Morvius asked flatly, his voice a mixture of irritation and anticipation.

The secretary hesitated then stammered her reply. fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm

"T-The Higher Realm sent confirmation, sir. They... they’re ready. The combined forces are fully assembled. They await your arrival for the final assault."

A grin slowly spread across Morvius’ face.

His bloodied face contorted into something so terrifying that the secretary had to look away with goosebumps rising on her arms.

"Finally," he said. "Assemble the strongest of the World Masters and my soldiers. I want full deployment. We march with them."

The secretary nodded quickly, too frightened to linger. "Y-Yes, Director. Right away."

She turned and left with brisk steps.

Morvius watched her go, then slowly closed the door behind him.

His eyes drifted back to Agatha.

He walked toward her until he stood over her again.

Her breath was ragged now. The blood loss was getting worse. She couldn’t even raise her head.

Morvius crouched beside her once more. His expression twisted with satisfaction.

"You hear that?" he whispered. "They’re moving. Soon, we’ll slaughter those abominations you love so much."

He leaned in close.

"Your betrayal was pointless."

Agatha couldn’t answer. Her lips moved faintly but no sound came out.

With a wave of his hand silver light formed again. This time shaping into ethereal chains that glowed with silver light.

They wrapped around her wrists and ankles and slowly lifted her off the floor and suspending her in the air like a ragdoll.

She dangled now with arms spread. Her body silhouetted against the bright office windows.

Blood dripped steadily to the floor beneath her.

"I’ll continue this when I return," Morvius said coldly then stepping away.

He turned and strode out of the office. The door closing behind him.

And Agatha remained there while silent, bloodied, and alone. Hanging in the cold office.

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