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Chapter 676: Chapter 676 - The Abyssal Shroud

Chapter 676: Chapter 676 - The Abyssal Shroud

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[Prince Stolas - Shadowborn Aeriarchs Lv. 386]

[Named Demon - Ranking 36]

The demon's wings fluttered lightly before fading away, disappearing into thin air. A faint smile curved his lips as he watched the humans scatter in panic, their fear growing at the mere sight of him.

"A demon! There's a demon in the city!"

"Call the Knights!"

"Everyone, run!"

Despite the chaos, some players couldn't resist stopping just long enough to record the scene, their curiosity momentarily overtaking their fear. They quickly uploaded the footage online, sparking even more attention. Before long, other players began rushing toward the commotion, drawn in by the unfolding spectacle.

But the true weight of the situation quickly became clear. This wasn't just any demon-it was a Named Demon, and one ranked within the top 30s. A harbinger of devastation. A threat to the kingdom itself.

To put things into perspective, the four Named Demons wreaking havoc outside the city were only in the 50s in terms of ranking. Yet this one, ranked 36, was leagues far above them. And then there was his level: a staggering 386.

For most of them, this was likely the first time they had ever encountered someone with such an overwhelming level in person.

Yet even with the risk of death hanging over them, they were unwilling to let the opportunity slip by. No matter the danger, they were determined to capture any footage they could of this Named Demon.

[Jokerboy]: "We need the Knights? No, we need therapy after this."

[Chris_Allen_0135]: "This isn't a demon; it's a walking apocalypse DLC. Someone better start writing The Kingdom's Obituary."

[Drop BearX]: "Why is nobody calling the devs?! THIS HAS TO BE A BUG!!"

[Wayo]: "Forget the city, forget the knights-this guy could FLATTEN the entire continent if he wanted to. []"

[bjhouse]: "This guy could probably destroy the whole map and then complain that it was too easy. "

[Todd_Peters]: "Forget the King and Knights; we need the gods themselves to patch this mess! Oh wait, they're probably uninstalling the game too."

[The_Mac_7619]: "Best case scenario: they hold him off for a minute. Worst case? Goodbye, entire South Continent."

The scene of Prince Stolas standing silently in place, his sharp gaze sweeping across the surrounding area with that faint, unreadable smile, was enough to send everyone's imaginations spiraling. What kind of destruction was about to unfold?

Just think about it! Nearly all the strongest players were outside the city, locked in brutal battles against hundreds, if not thousands, of demon troops. High-level players were pushing themselves to the limit, lending aid to the elite members of the Vensalor Guild as they struggled against four Named Demons.

Consider this: even Named Demons ranked in the 50s had been nearly impossible to handle, and those battles were still unresolved. But here was a Named Demon ranked 36, with a level of 386. The gap in power was unfathomable.

From a distance, the players filming the scene felt their throats tighten. They swallowed hard, fully aware that if death came for them, there was nothing they could do to stop it. Yet despite the fear, they remained rooted in place, determined to capture whatever was about to unfold.

Suddenly... someone fell from the sky and landed heavily not far from Prince Stolas. Not just one person, though-another, then another, until four figures had surrounded the demon. Everyone watching froze, their breaths caught in their throats, their hearts pounding. What the hell?! What the actual hell?! They couldn't decide whether to be awestruck, overwhelmed, or terrified, because what they were witnessing was-!

The King. Accompanied by his two Imperial Knights and a Knight Grand Cross. All of them clad in full battle armor.

For many, this was the first time seeing King Alorik clad in his legendary battle attire. His long white hair and beard flowed like a banner of authority, his pristine armor gleaming in hues of white with golden accents that reflected the faint light like a divine aura.

A collective gasp echoed through the onlookers. It was nothing short of breathtaking.

The Imperial Knights, known for possessing strength said to rival even the King's, stood beside him, forming a formidable circle around Prince Stolas.

At last, the mystery was solved-the question everyone had whispered about. Here he was, the King of Dissidia Kingdom, standing ready to face the uninvited guest.

But the bigger question remained: could the King and his Knights handle this? Would they be able to drive the demon away- or even kill him outright?

And if a battle broke out in the heart of the city, wouldn't that spell the beginning of large- scale destruction? The thought alone sent shivers down their spines, but no one could look away. They braced themselves for what was to come, caught between hope and fear.

"I, King Alorik, Sovereign of the Dissidia Kingdom, declare that your presence in this city is unwelcome," he proclaimed, his voice steady and commanding. "Therefore, I order you to leave at once, taking your forces or whatever else you have brought with you. This warning takes effect immediately."

King Alorik's tone was absolute, his authority reverberating through the air. It sent a shiver down the spines of everyone who heard it, his words carrying a weight that left no room for

defiance.

"Hah!" Prince Stolas scoffed, bowing his head slightly and pressing a hand to his face as a mocking laugh escaped his lips. "Ha! Ha! Ha!"

When he looked up again, his eyes were wide, gleaming with amusement, and his confident smile stretched across his face.

"I love it!" he exclaimed. "I love the boldness of your words, you foolish, weak humans! I love that determined look on your face! I absolutely love it!"

His piercing gaze settled directly on King Alorik as he tilted his head slightly, a smirk curling

on his lips.

"But what if..." he began, his voice dropping to a chilling whisper, "I prefer the opposite? What if you were to take your own lives before me? Do that, and I promise... I'll make sure you'll be the last ones to die in this kingdom."

The air around them grew tense, an oppressive silence falling over the scene as his words

lingered.

"Well," he continued, his smirk deepening into a cruel grin, "being my slaves is better than death, isn't it? Though...if I get bored, I might just kill all of you anyway."

"That is an act of rebellion, and the punishment is death," the King declared.

With an authoritative motion, he summoned a massive sword, its pristine blade gleaming

white with golden accents.

"Hah! Ha! Ha!" Prince Stolas laughed.

Raising his magic staff high above his head, he chanted something inaudible. And then, in the blink of an eye-so fast that it left no time to react-something burst forth from him.

A domain.

It expanded instantly, erupting into a massive dome that enveloped almost the entire city. Within its boundaries, everything began to shift and warp. The colors of the world dimmed, drained of vibrancy, as if life itself was being sucked away. Shadows twisted unnaturally, spreading a corrupt energy throughout the area.

From the darkened ground, grotesque shapes began clawing their way upward, pulling themselves free like wretched things that had been buried alive. This was happening

everywhere inside the domain.

Demons.

Not just a few. Not ten. But thousands.

"Welcome to my domain..." Prince Stolas announced. "The Abyssal Shroud."