The Guardian gods-Chapter 756

The first thing he saw, fire raining from the heavens. Instinct took over.

With a single thought, a massive shield manifested above the city, a vast arc of condensed will and space. The first wave of meteors slammed into it, detonating in blinding bursts of flame and shockwaves that rolled across the barrier.

The city was safe.

For now.

Osita was not satisfied.

His gaze shifted, sharp, furious locking onto the colossal back of the Beast King as it moved relentlessly toward the western forest.

My wife, my daughter. That was where they were, not here. Not this city, not these people who called him king.

And yet, he was still protecting them.

The irony burned hotter than the falling meteors.

At that moment, the oppressive force holding the city eased. Bodies that had been frozen suddenly dropped back into motion. Cries erupted, chaos spilling free once more.

Nwadike moved instantly.

Always punctual.

He appeared at Osita’s side the moment movement returned. No words were exchanged. Osita thrust the core of the shield into Nwadike’s grasp, raw power condensed and stabilized.

Their eyes met for a single breath.

That was enough.

Osita turned.

The air screamed as he vanished, tearing forward in pursuit of the Beast King, racing toward the western forest.

Toward his family.

Behind him, meteors continued to fall.

Meanwhile, for the Beast King, it took only a single, powerful flap of its massive wings to soar above the forest canopy. From that height, the world below stretched out like a patchwork of green and shadow, but its gaze was already fixed, sharp, on the figure of its child, teetering on the brink of death at the hands of the queen and her princess.

The cub had proven unexpectedly persistent. With its newfound energy and a fierce, almost instinctual need to reunite with its new feeders, it had been able to keep pace despite the distance. Its talent, once erratic and long-range, had evolved in response to its desire. No longer did it teleport across vast stretches of land. Instead, it could now manifest just within the edges of its sight, appearing mere moments ahead of its target, bridging the distance with uncanny speed. This shift made chasing the fleeing queen and her guards terrifyingly simple.

The cub’s confidence had grown with each encounter. Every clash with these two-legged creatures had ended in its favor; their weapons and cunning had barely scratched it. The realization fanned the flames of its arrogance. With a guttural roar that echoed through the treetops, the cub announced its presence, a declaration of dominance that made the ground tremble beneath its claws. The queen and her retinue froze for a fraction of a second, caught between fear and disbelief, just as the cub lunged forward with terrifying swiftness.

Its movements were a blur, fluid yet brutal, every stride and swipe exuding the raw power that only youth and instinct could harness. In the cub, there was no hesitation, only the inexorable pull of those who could feed it. It would supress them and make them feed it.

Amina stopped abruptly, drawing her bow with deliberate calm. Her words directed towards her tense daughter "When dealing with creatures and beasts with talents for space," she said, her voice steady, "your domain is your greatest asset, it is the only space they cannot easily manipulate or affect."

As she spoke, her aura flared to its fifth-tier peak, a visible shimmer of power that made the air around her pulse. Her domain did not fully unfold, yet its essence infused the bow and the arrow nocked within it, sharpening their potency.

She released the arrow. It surged forward like a streak of light, aimed straight at the Beast King cub. The cub, swollen with newfound confidence, barely registered danger. It had grown used to freezing attackers mid-air, dismissing threats before they could reach it. But this, this arrow moved as if space itself bent to Amina’s will. There were no barriers, no sudden distortions to halt its flight.

The arrow struck true, slicing through the air and rending the cub’s wing. It managed to lift it at the last second, but not enough, the force tore a large, jagged hole, feathers and flesh splintering under the impact.

The cub let out a bone-chilling roar, a mixture of pain and disbelief, before its form flickered violently and blinked away, retreating to safety.

Without hesitation, Amina nocked another arrow. Around her, the women moved with disciplined precision, closing in on the other retreating cub.

This was the sight that greeted the Beast King. Amina sensed the danger instantly, her instincts sharp despite teh helplessness she felt. Against all odds, her first action was to reach for her daughter.

The pendant her husband had given her glowed suddenly, activating as she hurled it toward Princess Zainab. The princess caught it absentmindedly, still unaware of the true danger closing in around her.

It was then that Amina saw it, an enormous, gaping maw that semmed to manifest out of thin air tearing through the forest floor, swallowing up earth, trees, and even her mother and the guards in a horrifying sweep. The mouth lunged toward her as well, angry and relentless, but in the same instant, a shield flared into existence around her, throwing her backward through the air.

Where they had stood mere moments ago, the forest was gone, carved out into a long, jagged scar, a testament to the Beast King’s raw power. Even without its acute senses, the massive creature landed nearby, its attention immediately drawn to its cub.

The chaos of destruction around it barely registered; The instict left on the huge body was checking on its child, ensuring its safety.

Then came a roar, a guttural, pained bellow from behind. Reacting instinctively, the Beast King tore open space itself, a sudden void that sucked its cub away, pulling it from danger before it could be harmed further. Its attention then snapped to Osita, who stood atop the jagged rift the Beast King had created.

"My wife!!" Osita’s scream tore through the air, a voice soaked in anguish and fury that made everyone nearby break into a cold sweat. Power, raw and uncontrolled, began to leak from him. His domain, a world-sized sphere of influence unfolded, expanding far beyond his intentions.

The entire planet of Nana felt the sudden shift. Godlings, humans, even creatures far removed from the immediate chaos were caught in Osita’s burgeoning domain. No one was spared as his grief and rage warped reality itself, pulling everything into the center of his uncontrollable power.

Behind everyone caught in the space of his domain, unclear entities can be manifesting from thin air behind them, arms reaching to grasp the back of their head.

"Amina!!" Everylife on the planet, heard this broken roar filled with pain and sadness.

For a brief, terrifying moment, it seemed like all life on the planet itself would be undone. Then, as suddenly as it began, a scoff cut through the chaos. Reality snapped back. Everyone who had been ensnared by Osita’s raging domain found themselves returned to their normal positions, as if the incident had never happened.

Far away, in the southern continent, Roth sat at his desk, absorbed in his studies as always. The sudden unfolding of a world-sized domain stirred him from his focus, but what drew his attention was how it drew in everylife, and the the malice. This domain exuded intent to destroy, a force hungry to end lives.

He responded immediately. His own domain expanded, colliding with and merging into Osita’s. A tense, brief conversation passed between them, silent to everyone else, yet charged with weight. Roth’s words were clear, unwavering: Osita must not endanger innocents, and his anger should be directed at the one who had caused his suffering, not the world around him.

Roth’s actions, taken to save everyone, had another effect on Osita himself.

As the Roth’s domain was pushed back, it reached Osita just as his mind was slipping thread by thread into the abyss of despair. The pressure crushing his senses loosened, and what had been a roaring void receded like a tide pulled back by sheer will.

Osita gasped, consciousness snapping into place.

His consciousness steadied.

Instinctively, Osita took in his surroundings, his awareness sweeping across the area in a quick, almost reflexive scan.

Things became clearer, details he had ignored, drowned out by the sight of his wife’s fate replaying endlessly in his mind. Now, with that fog lifted even slightly, reality forced itself back into focus.

His eyes found his daughter.

She was unconscious.

The sight sent a tremor through him. His heart lurched as he took in her still form, her condition uncertain. Fear, quiet, sharp, and immediate cut through him far deeper than the despair had. She was alive, but the realization of how vulnerable she was shook him to his core.

His domain was still active.

But it no longer spread indiscriminately. Innocent lives were not being drawn into it anymore. Its reach had narrowed, restrained.

Mei and her companions unfortunately were not innocent, hence they were held in it’s boundary. They were in the space of his domain engaged with his people.