Chapter 390: ENDLESS REAWAKENING
The obsidian gates of Endless’s kingdom groaned open as Alen the Dark Magi returned, his ragged cloak trailing in the dust. Behind him shuffled his small band of survivors—an army once proud, now fractured and bleeding. Their footsteps echoed hollowly against the blackened stone road, the air reeking of sulfur and scorched earth. The defeat in Eldoria was etched on their faces like scars that would never heal.
Alen’s gaze sharpened as he stepped inside the heart of the kingdom, his eyes falling immediately on a scene that made his blood boil.
Kael Dragonyx.
The man stood in the great courtyard, tall and composed, his dragon-forged armor glowing faintly with a crimson sheen. Around him, goblins scurried like obedient ants while massive orcs bent knee, awaiting his commands. Kael’s voice was firm, precise, and absolute. Every order was obeyed without hesitation. His presence radiated authority—not of a commander serving Endless, but of a king reigning in his own right.
Alen’s hands clenched beneath his cloak, nails digging into his palms. How dare he? How dare this human-born halfbreed assume dominion here? Rage throbbed in his temples as Kael continued, not even sparing him a glance. The humiliation bit deeper than any wound Eldoria had inflicted.
Alen took a step forward, the shadows around him beginning to stir like venomous snakes. His aura leaked, cold and suffocating. "Kael Dragonyx..." he spat the name like a curse, his voice low but venom-laced. "Do you think yourself Endless now, giving orders in His kingdom?"
At last, Kael’s eyes flicked toward him, calm and dismissive, as if he were regarding a bothersome insect. That slight—casual, unthinking—ignited Alen’s fury into an inferno. The air between them tensed, crackling with the promise of violence. The goblins and orcs shifted uneasily, some backing away as the two dark titans squared off.
Kael’s lips curved ever so slightly. "If you could lead them, Alen, they wouldn’t have followed me." His tone was quiet, yet sharp enough to cut.
Alen’s jaw tightened, his staff pulsing with dark mana. "Careful, Dragonyx. You may have tricked beasts into kneeling, but I will not. Although Endless entrusted you with His will, that doesn’t mean it can be handed over to someone else"
"Oh? So are you suggesting that you will take this will away from me?" Kael asked with a grim look on his face.
At this moment, the courtyard quivered with tension as the two stood on the cusp of collision. Alen’s army staggered into defensive formation behind him, while Kael’s goblins hissed, ready to spill blood at a single word.
But before their power could clash, the world itself seemed to ripple.
Two figures emerged from the shadows—Aron and Selene, the Chaos Twins. Their mismatched steps and gleaming eyes commanded silence instantly. But unlike their usual cruel sneers, their faces now shone with something far more potent—excitement.
"Alen, Kael..." Aron’s voice was practically trembling. "Enough of this pointless squabble." His lips split into a grin that was wild, hungry.
Selene stepped forward, her pale fingers pressed against her chest as if to calm her racing heart. "The Cocoon..." she whispered, eyes gleaming like twin moons. "It’s stirring. Endless... He is waking."
A silence heavier than stone fell upon the courtyard.
Alen froze, his fury momentarily drowned by shock. ’The Cocoon... breaking?’ His eyes darted instinctively eastward, toward the direction of the ruined Elves’ territory, where Endless had sealed himself away in slumber as he thought.
’Its finally time’
Kael’s expression didn’t change, but his hands slowly lowered. Around them, the goblins and orcs paused mid-breath, a primal shiver crawling up their spines.
Selene’s voice rose, shrill with anticipation. "The cocoon that has held Endless since the massacre of the Elves now shows fractures. The time of waiting is over. Our Lord will rise again!"
Aron’s laughter cut through the silence, jagged and wild. "The world will kneel. The Eternals will tremble. And every last one of those humans who dared defy us in Eldoria..." He clenched his fists, eyes blazing. "...will be erased."
The courtyard erupted in roars—goblins shrieking, orcs pounding their chests, dark mages lifting their staffs in unholy salute.
Yet Alen and Kael remained locked in a silent standoff, their glares refusing to soften even in the face of their master’s awakening.
For both of them knew—when Endless emerged, only one of them would stand closest to Him. And the other... would be discarded. If Alen actually plans on just staying as Endless aid all his life.
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The ground beneath the desolate remains of the once-proud Elven territory trembled violently, fissures splitting through the dead earth as if the land itself recoiled from what was about to happen. The sky, which had long since been swallowed by shadows, darkened further, bleeding into shades of violet and crimson as thick clouds churned restlessly overhead.
At the center of this devastation stood the massive cocoon—an obsidian shell pulsating faintly with black veins that throbbed like a heartbeat. The very air around it was suffocating, thick with a pressure that bent trees and shattered stones. Even the ferocious beasts roaming the land knelt in instinctive fear, their bodies shivering though they lacked the minds to comprehend why.
And just then....
CRACK!!
The first crack appeared.
A sharp, ear-splitting sound rang through the wasteland as a jagged line split across the cocoon’s surface. From within, a blinding, sinister light pulsed—a deep black glow laced with streaks of violet, like the core of a dying star.
Aron and Selene stood a distance away, their eyes wide with excitement, lips quivering as they felt their master’s presence growing more distinct with every heartbeat. Around them, Alen and Kael Dragonyx had stopped their silent feud for a while now, their attention yanked entirely toward the sight before them. Even their hatred toward each other seemed pitiful compared to what was emerging.
And then....
CRACK!! CRACK!!!
Another crack—then another.
The cocoon split open, shards of hardened darkness falling to the ground like blades. The sound reverberated across the land, sending ripples of dread that spread as far as the borders of the Outlands.
And then—silence.
The world seemed to hold its breath.
With a final, thunderous rupture, the cocoon exploded outward in a storm of black fragments, releasing a tidal wave of energy that flattened everything in a hundred-meter radius. Trees disintegrated into dust, the ground sank inward as though kneeling, and the corrupted beasts howled in both agony and worship.
From within the dispersing storm stepped Endless.
His form was no longer the monstrous, unfathomable shadow that once roamed the battlefield. Instead, he bore the likeness of a man—tall, unnaturally slender yet defined, with flowing black hair that cascaded down his shoulders and pale, flawless skin that gleamed faintly under the darkened sky. His eyes, however, betrayed any illusion of humanity: twin voids of obsidian rimmed with crimson light, endless depths of madness and authority that could devour souls with a glance.
His aura spilled outward in waves, not wild but controlled—an overwhelming dominance that felt both regal and apocalyptic. It was the aura of a being beyond mortals, beyond kings, beyond even gods. Darkness and Chaos coiled around him like loyal serpents, shaping into tendrils that reached into the sky and blotted out even the faintest hints of light.
The land groaned in protest. Rivers turned to black sludge, the once lush soil withered further into barren wasteland, and cracks radiated outward as if the world itself sought to distance itself from his mere existence.
A voice—deep, resonant, and unbearably commanding—slipped past his pale lips.
"So... this is what it means... to be fully awakened."
The words were not shouted, yet they carried like thunder, each syllable sinking into the minds of all who heard, engraving themselves as eternal truths.
Kael fell to one knee, not out of will, but because his body simply could not remain upright under that pressure. Even Alen, proud and defiant Dark Magi, felt his knees buckle slightly before forcing himself to remain standing, though his forehead dripped with cold sweat.
Aron and Selene, however, trembled with exhilaration as they were already on their knees, their eyes wide with reverence as if beholding a god.
"Lord Endless," Selene whispered, her voice cracking with emotion, "you have returned... in a form surpassing all..."
Endless tilted his head slightly, his long black hair flowing like ink down his shoulders. His gaze flicked toward her, and for a fleeting moment, there was something almost gentle in those abyssal eyes—before it twisted into cold amusement.
"I never left," he murmured, stretching a pale hand outward. Dark energy pooled instantly into his palm, spiraling into a perfect sphere of writhing chaos, within which entire worlds seemed to collapse and reform. "I simply waited... for this shell to take shape. For this vessel to refine what I am."
The sphere of chaos disintegrated as he released it, and the very laws of nature bent around where it vanished, leaving a void in the air before the world reluctantly stitched itself closed.
Every living being present understood one thing: this was no longer the same Endless they knew. This was something far beyond—a higher form, a rebirth that marked the beginning of a new calamity.
The Eternal of Darkness and Chaos... had awakened.
And with a faint, almost amused smile, he lifted his gaze to the horizon, his voice spilling out like a decree:
"Eldoria... Humans... Celestials... All of creation. Hear me. Your end is no longer coming—it is here."
The earth trembled again. The cocoon that once held him crumbled into dust, scattering into the winds as though bowing to its master’s release.
"But before we go into the final phase of my plan of world domination, I have to test this new form of mine" Endless suddenly said as he shifted his gaze towards a particular direction.