Chapter 135: [Coda]—Fate Reborn, The Final Choice
Outside the Wild God Altar.
The tide of blood had breached the city walls, spreading across the desolate landscape.
Anything in its path was consumed.
At the same time, the cries of agony from within the Wild God Altar faded into silence.
The intensity of the battle was evident. By the time it was over, there would be no beastkin left.
And these weren’t just ordinary beastkin. They were the elite, the powerful, the privileged.
Regardless of the outcome, the Savage Lands had suffered a devastating blow.
Isabelle, having brought Eleanor to the Sharp Assault Knight unit’s encampment, had intended to return to the battle.
But the tide of blood had already created an impassable barrier. She couldn’t re-enter the Wild God Altar.
Uncle Lin’s gaze was fixed on her. He had seen her appear with Shaya, had seen her transformation.
Although the Sharp Assault Knight unit’s primary mission had been to hunt down Isabelle, they had not expected to face the Wild God and Queen Arachne.
But…
He looked at the kill order, at the picture on it, a flicker of confusion in his eyes. “It doesn’t look like her…”
Isabelle noticed his gaze, and with a sigh, she took the kill order from him. She scribbled over the black-haired girl’s picture, turning her hair red, then handed it back.
“Does this look more familiar?”
Uncle Lin looked at it, his eyes widening in shock. “This is… Miss Bai?”
“The one you’ve been hunting is Bai, not me… although she does possess the power of a Shadow Demon Commander,” Isabelle said with a shrug.
Uncle Lin was silent for a moment, then he put the kill order away. “That’s not important. What’s important is that we need to find a demon, preferably a demon commander. If you’re willing to cooperate…”
“The Abyssal Demon Realm is still sealed. Unless the Abyssal Lord awakens, it won’t be unsealed anytime soon,” she said, before he could even ask.
“I was able to appear on Solor because I never went back. I was already far from the Abyss when the lockdown was ordered, and I couldn’t get back in.”
She gave him a look. “Anything else you need to know?”
The information Solor so desperately craved, she had just given him. Any more, and she would be revealing too much.
“…No. Thank you for your cooperation, Miss Isabelle,” he said, sighing.
A demon commander… wasn’t so difficult to communicate with after all…
No, it must be because of Miss Bai.
He looked at Isabelle, who was now gazing anxiously towards the Wild God Altar. She seemed familiar.
“She’s a lot like the Miss, isn’t she?”
…
A tide of churning blood, a sea of withered bones.
Queen Arachne, with her blood tide, possessed an endless supply of regenerative power. Even the shadow power couldn’t truly harm her.
And neither could Bai.
But the blood tide was also a source of power for Bai. She could use it to fuel her runes, and it couldn’t consume her.
So, like the Queen, she also possessed an endless supply of regenerative power.
But the Queen’s attacks, imbued with the power of a World Ender, left lasting scars, wounds even her Vampire physique couldn’t fully heal.
She had been in her strongest Vampire form for some time now, fighting the Queen to a standstill.
She was probing, searching for an opening, a chance to deliver the final blow.
The Queen’s roars echoed through the desolate landscape, her massive body a blur of motion, making it impossible to target her true form.
Bai’s speed was no match for hers. She could only counter, never truly attack.
But with every passing moment, her wounds accumulated, and she knew she couldn’t hold out much longer. Her desperate gamble, her [Rebirth from Death], was her only option.
“I have to… be faster…”
She gritted her teeth, pushing her [Bloodfire Ascension] to its limits, but she still couldn’t keep up.
“Faster, faster…”
Blood trickled from her eyes and nose, but she couldn’t close the distance.
In a few more moments, the Queen would turn, and she would be lost.
“I can’t…”
It was an unequal fight, a Calamity Class being facing a World Ender. That she had lasted this long… was a miracle.
“Even in the face of a hopeless end, a tragic fate, one must still fight for the most hopeful future… is that it?”
Just then, a familiar, yet sad, voice whispered in her ear.
She turned to see a figure she had met only once, yet whose name had been a constant presence in her thoughts—the High Priestess, Nimora.
She was speaking to her through her soul, and in that moment, the chaotic battlefield froze.
“You’ve seen it too, haven’t you?” Bai asked, her voice low.
“No, I cannot see your fate. But I know the calamity that will befall the Bewildering Forest, and all of Solor.”
“A calamity… from the Divine Advent…”
The destructive Place of Divine Advent, the Abyssal Demon Realm’s “Day of Divine Advent”…
“Everything that has happened before will happen again,” Nimora said, her gaze fixed on Bai. “Your appearance is a harbinger of this disaster.”
“But when it comes, what will you choose?”
“I am eager to see…”
With that, her image vanished, and time resumed its flow.
But the Queen was still frozen in place.
Countless magic circles had appeared around her, trapping her.
Although it would only hold her for a few moments, for Bai, it was enough.
A torrent of blood-red light shot into the sky, shattering the crimson web that had covered the Wild God Altar.
