Awakening：The Infinite Evolution of My Talent as a Low-Level Awakener - Chapter 587

Chapter 587: Chapter 587: The Final Struggle, The Fall of Silver Moon Wolf God
He had once thought that by deciding to burn his divine authority, to spare no cost in eradicating Hades, he had already accepted his own inevitable fall.

But when he was truly faced with death, he hadn’t anticipated that he would experience fear and collapse like a mere mortal.

However, at this point, the Silver Moon Wolf God no longer had the heart for self-mockery. All that remained was his unwillingness to face death and his furious roars.

Sadly, even with the ever-increasing pull of the vortex, no matter what measures and methods he employed, he still couldn’t change the inevitable outcome.

His massive body, towering at over a thousand meters, was torn by countless gashes and bleeding from his unrelenting struggles. Despite the vast vitality within him, it was of no help in the face of the relentless pull.

The earth beneath him grew thinner and thinner, the soil nearly sucked dry, exposing the deeper layers of rock. The Silver Moon Wolf God’s body, too, was nearing its limits, quickly drawn toward the center of the vortex.

“I…”

He parted his lips, gazing at the distant sky, his eyes filled with longing and regret.

Had he not chosen to dive into this murky mess, had he escaped the moment God of Runes arrived, had he not made the decision to eliminate Hades, none of this would have happened. He wouldn’t have ended up in this hopeless situation!

But regret was a luxury the world didn’t offer. Not even gods could alter the course of events once they had occurred.

Seeing the despair in the Silver Moon Wolf God’s eyes, Sterl couldn’t help but feel a pang of bittersweetness. A high-ranking deity, once a symbol of unparalleled majesty in the eyes of mortals, was still bound to face the eventual downfall of age and fate.

This only solidified his resolve: No matter the cost, he could never afford to stop. If he did, the fate that befell Silver Moon Wolf God today could very well be his own tomorrow.

Taking a deep breath, Sterl quietly awaited the final struggle of this deity, who had left countless legends and marks upon the world.

Meanwhile, in the Orichalcum Kingdom’s royal city, God of Runes was also suffering greatly. Despite his full-out effort, unleashing a torrent of runes to fortify the formation, he could not withstand the vortex’s pull on it.

The surface of the formation was now riddled with cracks, and the tremors of the city grew more violent. Many legendary figures had reached their limits, and despite the formation’s defense and the collective efforts of all the gods, they too were sucked from their positions and were inevitably pulled into the vortex in despair.

As he watched the Silver Moon Wolf God, only a few kilometers from the vortex, God of Runes felt no sense of relief or joy. Instead, a feeling of sorrow crept into him—the sorrow of seeing a fellow divine being fall, as the rabbit dies, so does the fox.

“Hades, you’ve truly doomed me!”

He growled lowly, realizing now, perhaps for the first time, how a mere low-level Divine Power god—one barely above mortal—could unleash such a twisted and overpowered trump card. This was no longer just a threat; it was a weapon that could drag everyone into an endless hell!

In that moment, he fully understood the arrogance and tyranny Eterna had spoken of regarding Hades. Only a madman would casually carry such a devastating tool with them.

It was like a regular mortal carrying around an extremely unstable high-explosive grenade—something even a desperado would hesitate to do.

Now, with the formation as their only defense, the disturbances within the royal city only grew more intense. If the formation were to break, he couldn’t even fathom the destruction that would follow. If the connection between the city and the world were severed, it would be the end of everything!

At that thought, God of Runes dared not pause for a single second. He desperately drew on his Divine Power and the strength of his high-tier rune divine authority, continuously crafting new runes to feed into the formation.

Logically speaking, the runes he created, enhanced by his high-tier divine authority and his deep understanding of the Rune Law, would each carry the power of a full formation. For a lesser god, these runes were treasure pieces meant to turn the tide of battle, the ultimate trump cards.

But these runes, once integrated into the formation, were torn to shreds almost within seconds by the terrifying pull of the vortex!

He even began to suspect that without the formation and the combined efforts of the surrounding gods, if he were to expose himself to the deadly pull of this vortex alone, his fate would be no better than Silver Moon Wolf God’s.

At that moment, a piercing scream shattered the tension, drawing the attention of Sterl and all the other gods.

The Silver Moon Wolf God, being relentlessly torn by the vortex, had his limbs deeply embedded into the rocky layers of the earth. Even those limbs were beginning to twist unnaturally under the force.

He was now only about a kilometer from the vortex, just one step away from its edge. The pull was even stronger than before.

With his eyes wide, his mouth snarling in refusal, the Silver Moon Wolf God let out a low, guttural growl, pushing his life force and divine authority to their absolute limits. Now, he even began burning his own lifespan to exchange for more power.

But these measures, too, were futile. The vortex, growing ever more powerful, did not weaken—it only dragged him closer to the abyss of death with every passing second.

“It’s over…”

Sterl and God of Runes both shook their heads almost simultaneously. They could feel it: the Silver Moon Wolf God’s divine authority had been burned to its absolute limit. This meant… his power was completely spent!

Then, as the last shred of high-tier divine authority was consumed, in that single moment, the Silver Moon Wolf God’s aura faded, his presence dissipating like a star that had gone cold, his strength vanishing without a trace.

Without the power of divine authority fueling him, he was no longer even on par with an ordinary god. To make matters worse, he now had to suffer the backlash from the total depletion of his high-tier divine authority.

In that instant, an overwhelming weakness engulfed the Silver Moon Wolf God. Stripped of all power, he was no more than a tiny boat adrift on an endless ocean, completely powerless against the pull of the strange vortex behind him.

“I won’t accept this!”

The Silver Moon Wolf God let out one final, desperate roar, but before he could even finish, the merciless vortex consumed him in an instant. In that last fleeting moment, whether due to the unique nature of a high-tier god’s soul and will, or some other mysterious force, he caught a brief glimpse of Sterl deep within the heart of the vortex!

In that moment, his eyes widened in shock, his thoughts swirling like a raging river. It dawned on him—Hades had never died! He actually had the power to control the vortex?!

Suddenly, everything in his mind came together, and for the first time, the Silver Moon Wolf God realized the terrifying truth. This was all part of Hades’s conspiracy. This monstrous being had orchestrated everything from the beginning, and he, the Silver Moon Wolf God, had been nothing more than prey caught in a hunter’s trap—only now realizing he had been walking straight into a trap that had been set long ago.

In that fleeting instant, his mind raced, piecing together more than just the conspiracy, almost understanding Sterl’s true identity and intentions.

But it was too late. Even if he understood part of the truth now, it made no difference. He could only fall into eternal silence, burdened by a deep, unspoken regret.

It was like being consumed by the earth, as though nothing had changed. Without a single ripple, the Silver Moon Wolf God was effortlessly swallowed and obliterated by the vortex.

Meanwhile, Sterl remained focused, his mental will tightly concentrated, as he activated his Soul’s Power, fully attuned to the moment.

It didn’t take long before the Soul Devourer Sphere in his hand suddenly exuded an immense gravitational force. Unlike the pseudo Black Hole created using Dream Power, this force did not affect the material world. It was solely aimed at the soul.

Immediately afterward, an extremely powerful soul was forcefully torn from the pseudo Black Hole by the Soul Devourer Sphere. It was none other than the Silver Moon Wolf God’s remaining soul.

This soul looked identical to the Silver Moon Wolf God, except it was much smaller, resembling an exquisitely crafted silver wolf.

At this moment, the soul was clearly disoriented. However, the instinct of a high-tier god awakened him—something terrible was about to happen. His divine intuition quickly roused him from the shadow of death.

“Is… is it you!?”

The Silver Moon Wolf God’s soul fixed its gaze on Sterl, then on the Soul Devourer Sphere in his hand. A powerful gravitational pull was now tugging at him.

As he stared at the Soul Devourer Sphere, an overwhelming sense of fear rooted deep within his soul surged up, an instinctive dread so powerful it nearly paralyzed him.

“You demon! Don’t you dare consume my soul!”

Once the shock wore off, the Silver Moon Wolf God’s soul fought desperately against the pull, fear flooding his mind. He now suspected that the Hades before him might not even be a god, but a mysterious devil from the abyss, perhaps even from the Endless Void itself.

A devil hunting the souls of gods, hiding his true identity to trap them!

Realizing this, he fought with every ounce of strength, trying to break free from the Soul Devourer Sphere’s grasp.

Suddenly, an immense backlash slammed into Sterl’s soul, as though a towering mountain had just been struck by an ancient beast at full speed, emitting an ear-splitting roar. The impact was so powerful it rattled Sterl’s very being.

Even with his immense soul strength, Sterl couldn’t help but suck in a sharp breath. A sharp, needle-like pain coursed through his mind.

And this was just the beginning. As the Silver Moon Wolf God’s soul continued to struggle fiercely, the backlash only intensified. The towering mountain of his soul began to tremble, massive chunks of dirt and rock falling away, and tiny cracks appeared on its surface.

“Not bad… this is the backlash of a high-tier god. It’s even stronger than the resistance of an entire legendary army.”

Sterl grunted in pain, but couldn’t help but reflect on how impressive it was. Still, it was nothing he couldn’t handle. When it came to soul strength, he had yet to meet anyone who could rival him. Even high-tier divine authority fell far short in this domain!

Before long, he had adjusted to the growing backlash. The Soul Devourer Sphere’s soul-capturing power would only continue to strengthen, and as long as he could withstand the backlash, the sphere’s grasp on the soul would only grow stronger. He had yet to encounter a soul that could resist the sphere’s pull!