Divine Mask: I Have Numerous God Clones

Chapter 258: The Start of Celestial and Necrovauld War (2)

On the outskirts of the Death Volcano, the air shimmered violently from the oppressive heat, tension crackling like static between the molten cracks in the ground.

Two figures descended from the sky, their movements precise and controlled, landing with barely a sound on the barren earth.

Elders Sylra and Kaelor had arrived, their robes billowing behind them, caught in the searing wind that swept through the volcanic wasteland.

The moment their feet touched the ground, both elders stood still, their eyes sharp and alert as they took in the scene around them.

Scattered across the scorched earth were the bodies of several six-star cultivators—guards from Necrovauld and Malachor, once powerful and now reduced to nothing more than casualties.

The lifeless bodies were charred, their strength and purpose snuffed out in a confrontation that had clearly gone beyond their abilities.

Sylra's lips twisted into a sneer, her sharp eyes gleaming with irritation as she surveyed the carnage before her. The smell of burnt flesh mixed with sulfur hung heavily in the air, stinging her senses.

She flicked her fingers impatiently, brushing an errant strand of dark hair from her face as she turned to Kaelor, her voice low and venomous.

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"So... where is this pest who dared to mess with us?" Sylra's tone was as cold as ice despite the sweltering heat. There was a deadly menace beneath her words, a promise of retribution for the audacity of whoever had caused such a scene.

Kaelor, towering beside her, seemed far less perturbed. He cracked his neck with a slow, deliberate movement, the muscles in his massive frame rippling as he surveyed the area.

His gaze passed over the bodies, not with concern, but with a faint glimmer of amusement. To him, the deaths of these six-star guards were nothing more than an unfortunate inconvenience.

"They've gone deeper into the volcano," Kaelor muttered, a grin tugging at the corner of his lips. His deep voice rumbled with a mixture of amusement and condescension. "Seems they're either bold or incredibly stupid."

Sylra's eyes narrowed, her sharp features hardening with disdain as she glanced toward the molten depths of the volcano. "Bold or stupid, it makes no difference to me. Either way, they won't leave this place alive."

There was a cold certainty in her words, a lethal edge that matched the dangerous gleam in her eyes. She crossed her arms, the fabric of her robe shifting slightly, revealing the intricate patterns of runes etched into the material—a testament to her power.

Kaelor let out a low chuckle, his amusement only growing. "True enough. But..." His eyes sparkled with a hint of excitement as he added, "I have to admit, it's been a while since someone dared to challenge us like this. I'm almost curious to see how long they'll last down there."

Sylra's lips curled into a cold smile, though her gaze remained fixed on the horizon, where the deeper layers of the Death Volcano awaited. "Curiosity won't save them. I'll crush them the moment they cross my path."

There was a pause, a brief moment where the two elders stood in silence, both mentally calculating their next move. The heat around them intensified, the ground beneath their feet trembling as if the volcano itself was alive, anticipating the bloodshed that would follow.

"Still..." Kaelor said, his tone more thoughtful now, "I wonder how they even made it this far. These six-star guards weren't weak. Whoever did this must be a cut above the rest."

Sylra's eyes flickered with interest, but only briefly. "A cut above?" she repeated, her voice laced with skepticism.

"Perhaps. But they've made the mistake of thinking they can survive here." Her gaze turned deadly, her voice dropping into a cold whisper. "And no one survives when they challenge me."

Kaelor grinned, his sharp teeth gleaming in the dim light of the volcanic landscape. "Let them die, then. But before that... I'd like to see what they're made of. It's been too long since I've faced someone worth my time."

Suddenly, both elders froze. The ground shook harder beneath their feet, not from the volcano but from an overwhelming surge of energy racing toward them. It was unmistakable—an eight-star aura, far stronger than any of the enemies they had faced in recent years. And it was closing in fast.

Sylra's sharp gaze flickered with realization as her eyes narrowed. The tension in the air became palpable as she whispered, "That energy..." Her tone, once casual, now carried a sharp edge, tinged with both recognition and a hint of wariness.

Kaelor's reaction was far different. His lips curled into a savage grin, the dangerous gleam in his eyes brightening. He let out a low, rumbling chuckle, clearly excited by the development.

"It's him, isn't it? Thorne Arcturus." There was a thrill in his voice, his tone brimming with anticipation, as if the mere mention of the name promised a worthy battle ahead.

The name alone hung in the heated air like a declaration. Thorne Arcturus. Even in a place as desolate as the Death Volcano, his name carried immense weight. Sylra and Kaelor exchanged knowing glances, both fully aware of the reputation that preceded him.

"Thorne Arcturus," Sylra repeated softly, her lips curving into a cold, predatory smirk. Her expression, one of restrained eagerness, reflected the calculated anticipation of someone who knew exactly how dangerous their opponent was.

"One of the Celestial Academy's top elders... finally, a worthy challenge." There was a glint in her eyes, one that spoke of both respect and the twisted excitement of a hunter finding worthy prey.

Kaelor flexed his massive arms, the muscles rippling as if preparing for the coming fight. His excitement was barely contained, bubbling just beneath the surface. "Let's not waste time," he said, his deep voice vibrating with enthusiasm.

"He may not be the one who attacked the volcano, but with the fool who caused all this chaos trapped deep inside, I doubt she'll survive long." He shrugged with mock indifference, but the excitement in his eyes betrayed his eagerness for bloodshed.

He paused, his smirk twisting into something darker, more dangerous. "Dealing with Thorne, though... That will be fun." His voice held a sinister edge, as if the mere thought of facing the Celestial elder filled him with violent anticipation.

Sylra's smile widened, but it was cold, calculated—void of warmth. She took a step forward, her eyes narrowing as the eight-star aura grew stronger.

"And if we kill him," she continued, her voice smooth, each word dripping with malice, "it will make the war we're preparing for all the easier. One less obstacle to deal with." Her tone was calm, but the deadly intent behind her words was unmistakable.

Kaelor's laugh was low, dark, and filled with raw excitement. "Agreed," he rumbled, his grin widening as he cracked his knuckles, the sound echoing through the volcanic wasteland.

His bloodlust was palpable now, as if he could already feel the clash of immense powers. "Let's go greet him properly. It's been too long since I've had the pleasure of crushing someone like him."

Without another word, the two elders exchanged a final, knowing glance. Then, as if in perfect synchronization, they shot forward, their figures disappearing into the fiery landscape, moving with deadly purpose.

The scorching wind rushed past them as they closed the distance between themselves and the approaching power of Thorne Arcturus, ready to meet the famed elder head-on.