Rise of the Lustful Evil Monarch (Re)-Chapter 499: Isha’s Turmoil
Third Person’s POV
Dajjal had anticipated her, or to be exact, he had anticipated some kind of interference.
And that’s why he had woven this dark thread into the fabric of Ethan’s existence, knowing that her salvation would be the very trigger for its awakening.
In failing to claim the overlord origin in his body and soul directly, the dark emperor had ensured that his touch remained, like a ticking time bomb that would lead him towards Ethan once more.
Looking at it, she also realised that the Black Spider Hexweave Curse also had a tracker placed on it, making her arms tighten around Ethan’s unconscious form with a newfound, solemn gravity.
The soft blush of moments ago was gone and was replaced by the pale, solemn focus of a warrior who has just discovered the true danger.
At this juncture, even Isha remained unaware of the subtle shift that had happened within her.
Though Ethan was virtually a stranger to her, an unconscious, protective concern for him had already taken root in her heart.
And as she meticulously examined the cursed web, her senses were violently interrupted, making her look up.
Her luminous eyes widened as they beheld the heaven-shaking form of the dark demon god that now towered over the dissipating haze of explosions.
Its silhouette was a mass of swirling, primordial shadow, its facial features obscured in the gloom of its darkness, save for the two piercing points of malevolent light.
Those dark, small-pupiled eyes burned with chilling focus and were locked in her direction, but it was not on her.
Instead, it was specifically on the unconscious form of Ethan in her arms.
An emotion of pure, world-ending fury radiated from that gaze as his attention now shifted towards her figure, though she still appeared as a glowing, faceless light shadow to the dark emperor, not letting him see her true form.
Suddenly, the colossal figure brought its shadowy hands together and started forming a complex, circular magic seal that was laced with its corrupt dark mana.
From its formless maw, a torrent of obscure, guttural chants began to rain down upon the sanctum realm.
The sound was not merely loud, but the language and its pitch also seemed to contain a mysterious soul-binding power.
It seemed like the chaotic howl of a demon god, forming a psychic avalanche that struck every consciousness present in the Sanctum realm.
The effect was instantaneous and brutal as every being other than Isha and Altheria was rendered unconscious, their minds violently plunged into a personalised abyss of waking nightmares, with the possibility of them waking up being unknown.
As the demonic incantation crescendoed, streams of viscous dark matter were pulled from the figure’s huge, shadowy body.
This matter coalesced into hundreds of humongous, shrieking ghost heads with hollow eyes and gaping maws.
They spiralled outwards and spread like a plague of locusts as they surrounded every landmark of the vast Sanctum realm.
Wherever they passed, they left thick, oily black trails in the air, polluting the very atmosphere and bleeding the realm of light and colour, plunging it into an oppressive, swallowing darkness.
In that moment of widespread contamination, both Isha and Altheria also felt a terrifying psychic suction at the same time the moment the demon god manifestation of the dark emperor had started chanting in that unknown language.
They were pulled into a shared nightmare realm—a vision of a colossal, dark hole that had no end in sight.
There was only an all consuming dakness everywhere, while the black hole in the centre became an abyss that exerted a gravitational pull on their very souls, threatening to unravel and consume their soul essence into nothingness.
They resisted with the full might of their divine will, the strain a palpable fire in their spirits.
After a span of seconds that felt like eternities, they wrenched themselves free and escaped back to the material plane.
Those few seconds, however, were all the dark emperor Dajjal required as the preparation of his grand Nightmare spell was complete.
The moment they regained their footing in the ravaged sanctum, Altheria’s expression morphed into one of grim comprehension.
However, the white dragoness was met with a far more personal and disconcerting revelation.
In the instinctive terror of the psychic assault, her body had sought to shield what she considered to be dear to her.
And to her dismay, she now realised that she had crushed Ethan’s face tightly against the soft, luscious swell of her bust, her arms locked around him in a vice of protective panic.
The front of her silky, platinum white strapless gown had slightly slipped downwards and was now damp with a small, warm patch due to Ethan’s drool wetting it, marking the cloth where his mouth had been pressed firmly into her cleavage.
Feeling his hot breath against her soft, white skin, a hot, shameful blush scorched her cheeks.
But what truly shocked her and caused her breath to catch was the sharp, aching sensitivity that followed her awareness.
She realised that her nipples had hardened unmistakably into rigid points against the fine fabric of her dress, the twin points clearly visible beneath the thin material, straining against the cloth as if demanding to be sucked and fondled as the price to turn soft again.
A surge of frantic and confusing feelings tightened low in her belly.
Though it was a pity that Ethan remained unconscious and no one else was present to witness this beautifully lewd sight of an angelic goddess, flushed with panic and filled with an unwitting desire, which she had never experienced.
Her divine composure had fractured as she bit her luscious lower lip in flustered confusion.
At the moment, the stark contrast of the halo of her white hair and her glowing, pristine white skin being framed by the deep, rosy blush of her fluster was utterly captivating.
It made her appear not just otherworldly, but also devastatingly beautiful, that any man would want to conquer her if they set their sights on her at this moment of her vulnerable sensitivity.
