Rise of the Lustful Evil Monarch (Re)-Chapter 490: Sinking Into The Abyss

Third Person’s POV

"If it truly is Dajjal," she said at last, her voice low and steady,

"Then we must be extremely careful while protecting Ethan, as his Dark Overlord Origin is the thing he could be coveting the most.

And since that old dog is cautious to the point of paranoia and layered with schemes upon schemes, I suspect he might if he gets the chance."

She exhaled softly.

"I suggest we inform Nyx immediately, and we should also move toward the Eagle Tower where Ethan is currently being held."

Her gaze sharpened as she looked back at Isha.

"What do you think?" she asked.

"When do you think he will make his move?"

Isha didn’t hesitate in replying,

"It could be anytime," she replied plainly. "Which is why I believe Nyx’s disciple should be moved away from this place, i.e., out of this continent, out to the place where Dajjal’s claws cannot reach him."

Her cerulean eyes hardened as she continued,

"And we should do it as soon as possible, as if he remains here, he will be in constant danger, and no matter how strong you or I are, we cannot protect him at every moment."

She paused but then added more softly,

"At the very least, we should go see Ethan right now.

He may need our protection for the next few days, until all arrangements can be made to move him somewhere far away from this political cesspool."

The unspoken implication hung heavy in the air as they realised that time was no longer on their side.

Altheria nodded once with a firm expression and then reached into her spatial storage equipment.

A moment later, she took out a black dragon ornament and held it up in front of her.

The ornament was small and no bigger than the size of her pinky, yet it radiated a faint, ancient pressure that made the surrounding air feel subtly heavier.

Its surface was carved with intricate scales, each one etched so finely that it looked alive, as if the dragon might move at any moment.

Seeing it, Isha raised a white brow in clear surprise as she instantly understood what it was, but she didn’t say anything and simply watched in silence, allowing the little duchess to do as she pleased.

Altheria held the ornament with both hands and brought it close to her face.

She stared at it intently for several seconds, her red eyes focused and unblinking, as if aligning with something unseen.

Then, a dull black light slowly began to shine from the dragon ornament.

In the next instant, a pair of thin crimson rays shot out from Altheria’s eyes and entered the dark dragon ornament.

The dark glow deepened and turned heavier and denser, until the ornament pulsed with a muted, ominous black radiance.

The moment the rays fully entered, the ornament seemed to melt.

It dissolved into a pool of liquid-like black light that slowly twisted inward and collapsed upon itself until it formed a small black vortex that resembled an open, devouring maw, leading to someplace unknown.

Seeing this, Isha’s eyes widened slightly.

"A spatial transmit dragon crystal..." she murmured in awe.

"Wow, I didn’t think Nyx had given something like this to you, little Altheria."

"Hmph," Altheria snorted.

"What would you know? Our friendship is much closer and far older than you could ever comprehend."

As she spoke, she raised two fingers to her forehead, and from the point of contact, a small white sphere of light emerged that glowed softly, yet carried an indescribable weight.

She pushed it forward, and the white light entered the black vortex.

The vortex trembled once, then collapsed inward, shrinking rapidly until it vanished into a single blinking point of darkness that flickered and disappeared into the air.

As she saw this, Isha couldn’t help but marvel even though she had witnessed it many times.

"I still can’t get used to it," she said honestly.

"The spatial spells and abilities in Nyx’s repertoire are truly absurd."

Altheria rolled her eyes dismissively as she floated forward, already heading toward the distant Eagle Peak where the Eagle Tower prison stood like a lonely sentinel.

"Look who’s talking," she scoffed.

"Don’t pretend like this in front of me, you bitch.

Hmph, I know what you are. Come on, we have many things to take care of."

Despite the insult the little duchess had sent towards her, Isha’s expression didn’t change in the slightest, and she continued smiling faintly as she followed behind.

But as she took her steps, her figure began to blur and fade, merging seamlessly into the surrounding space.

In the blink of an eye, she vanished completely.

However, this time, Altheria didn’t even bother looking back as she knew Isha was right behind her.

...

When his eyes opened, a splitting headache slammed into him with brutal force.

It felt as if his skull were being crushed from the inside, as though something were trying to tear its way out.

His vision swam violently, and colours bled into one another until nothing made sense.

At first, everything was nothing but blur and darkness, but slowly and painfully, shapes began to form.

He saw his arms stretched out in front of him, which looked very pale and unfamiliar to him, but when his gaze wandered further, there was nothing else around him.

There was only a raging, swirling storm of darkness surrounding him from all sides.

At the same time, he felt himself falling, and it was not through air, but through something deeper and heavier.

He realised that he was spiralling downward into an endless abyss, one that was filled with nothing but darkness, its depths impossible to see.

Yet this was not an ordinary dark, as it swallowed more than light.

It dragged him into absolute oblivion and stripped away his sense of direction, the feeling of touch, or overall self.

Every one of his senses felt lost within it, and though he was, unbeknownst to him, a bearer of the dark element itself, at this moment the darkness seemed not to recognise him as its own.