Rise of the Lustful Evil Monarch (Re)-Chapter 509: Journey Across Continents (7)

Third Person’s POV

The gray fog had not actually been present in reality.

It was spiritual, but before she could gather even a fraction of resistance, something manifested before her.

It was a great red vertical eye that opened in the gray void ahead.

Its sclera was a deep, blood like crimson, and at its center lay a small, unnaturally blank white pupil.

The eye did not blink, nor did it radiate visible power, yet its presence pressed heavily against her soul, and the moment it fully opened, her gaze froze, or to be exact, her soul froze.

A suffocating sense of overwhelming and invasive terror surged into her heart without warning.

And it was not fear born of weakness, but fear drawn from the deepest corners of her being, the same fears that had been buried within her ancient heart for eons had now surfaced before her eyes.

Visions of loss, isolation, destruction, and the silent extinction of everything she had guarded flickered across her consciousness continuously.

The pressure was immense, as, unknown to her, it distorted her perception and twisted her emotions.

A soul shattering scream tore from her throat, echoing as a dragon’s roar on the outside across the Shadow Realm, as despair momentarily gripped her soul.

Yet Nyx was not an ordinary existence, and her draconic soul was ancient and vast.

Even within that crushing illusion, her mental strength began to reassert itself.

The falseness of the visions became clearer as her consciousness sharpened, and the oppressive weight of the illusion began to crack under her will.

Her draconic soul, which existed within her spiritual core, glowed brighter.

It took the shape of a miniature dragon that was no larger than a human palm, yet radiated immense authority.

Its dark scales shimmered with deep, mysterious runes etched across every surface that pulsed faintly with ancient power.

The darkness surrounding it grew purer and deeper.

It was not corrupted darkness, but a primordial and sovereign darkness belonging to her lineage of Abyssbound Night Dragons.

With a surge of will, she shattered the mental shackles imposed by the great red eye, and the gray fog dissipated instantly.

The illusion collapsed, but the danger had not ended as the moment her consciousness cleared, she realized something far more alarming.

From the blank white pupil at the center of the glaring red sclera, a devouring white whirlpool had formed.

It rotated silently and slowly, yet with a terrifying inevitability.

Its pull was directed not at her physical body, but at her soul, and to her horror, she saw that her own draconic soul was being dragged toward that white vortex.

The palm sized dragon shaped soul, adorned with dark scales and ancient runes, trembled as the whirlpool attempted to consume it whole.

The devouring force tightened, and her soul inched closer to the abyss.

And for the first time in this confrontation, Nyx understood that this was not a mere distraction, but an all around effort and an attempt to end her at the root of her existence.

What truly filled her with horror was not merely the devouring force of the white vortex, but the nature of what it was attempting to consume.

That palm sized black draconic figure was not an ordinary projection of power.

Instead, it was her purest nascent soul.

It represented her truest self, the core of her existence that had endured countless eras and survived innumerable calamities.

It was the crystallization of her identity, her will, and her draconic authority.

For that grotesque red eye to reach beyond her physical body and her internal soul space, to pull her nascent soul outward as though it were something tangible and vulnerable, was an affront so terrifying that even an ancient dragoness like her couldn’t help but feel a flicker of disbelief.

For a brief fraction of a second, instinctive dread surged through her consciousness, but Nyx did not allow it to linger.

Her immense mental discipline asserted itself with ruthless precision.

The panic that had been spreading inside her soul space like some lethal poison was crushed before it could take effect.

Her golden slit eyes sharpened with cold clarity, and within her soul space, the miniature draconic soul steadied itself despite the overwhelming pull of the vortex, and then she acted.

The tiny draconic soul opened its small mouth, and from within it, a dense sphere of pure darkness condensed rapidly.

It was not chaotic darkness, nor corrupted shadow, but a primordial and sovereign essence of the dark that belonged to her alone.

The heavy and absolute sphere formed in silence and started to compress the space around it despite its small size.

In the next instant, it detonated. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

A sweeping wave of pure darkness burst outward from the sphere and expanded violently across the gray nightmare space.

The oppressive fog was devoured first and erased as though it had never existed.

The dark wave did not clash with the great red eye, but it eclipsed it.

The crimson sclera dimmed, and the white pupil trembled.

The white soul devouring vortex attempted to resist against the encroaching power of the pure eclipsing dark wave, but its attempt failed in an instant, and both of them were swallowed entirely by Nyx’s overwhelming darkness.

The devouring vortex collapsed instantly.

It all happened in the narrowest sliver of time, just as her nascent soul had been on the verge of being consumed completely.

In the next moment, her consciousness snapped back into alignment, and Nyx reappeared fully within the Shadow Realm.

Her colossal body once again felt solid and complete beneath her control.

The immense weight of her draconic form returned with reassuring familiarity, and her wings stretched instinctively as she regained absolute command over both flesh and soul.

Her golden slit eyes opened slowly, and before her lay the remnants of Dajjal’s secret realm.

The floating dark islands were ablaze and were consumed by her infernal flames.

Jagged palaces carved from shadowed stone crumbled and collapsed, their structures melting and disintegrating under the relentless devouring fire while rivers of black mist were being burned away, their corrupted currents evaporating into nothingness.