The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order - Chapter 1215

Chapter 1215: Into the Demon King’s Castle (II) Chapter 1215: Into the Demon King’s Castle (II) Meylin’s eyes remained sharp, keenly observing the reactions of the man taking the lead of the Ancient Dragons of the Tiamat Sect.

Though the scarlet dragon did an admirable job masking his thoughts and concerns, there was no way she could have missed the fleeting flicker in his gaze, given how much focus she paid to him.

A sense of resolution settled in her heart as she held his stare for a moment longer before turning away.

Her eyes, now sharper than any blade, swept over her companions.

“Let’s begin.

Get in formation,” Meylin commanded, her voice echoing across the icy expanse.

The commanding tone left no room for hesitation, and the saintesses of the Moon Cult immediately took to the skies, encircling the massive ice mountain.

Their eyes were focused and determined as each drew their swords, the blades gleaming with a cold, ethereal light.

Meylin and the twenty-nine other saintesses took control of their swords.

Solemnity was etched into their features as they prepared to reach the entrance.

A palpable energy began to build around them.

With deliberate grace, they channeled everything they had-their soul force, inner energy, and mystical moonforce-into their blades.

The air vibrated with power as luminescent auras enveloped each sword.

In unison, they thrust their swords toward the ice, each blade seeking out one of the invisible fissures that were imperceptible to almost everyone else.

The moment the swords made contact, a brilliant flash illuminated the mountain.

Yet, despite the immense power behind their strike, the blades penetrated only a few centimeters into the colossal ice formation.

The dragons and angels watched in astonishment.

The sheer force behind the saintesses’ swords was nothing short of awe-inspiring.

Such power could have easily pierced a Middle Legendary Treasure, and yet here, the swords barely sank past their tips into the ice mountain.

Considering the mountain’s enormity-millions of meters tall and dwarfing even the dragons-it was clear that brute force alone was useless.

Breaking it through strength would have taken hundreds of thousands of years.

But brute force was never the Moon Cult’s intention.

Meylin exchanged a glance with her fellow saintesses, their eyes reflecting a shared resolve.

Raising their hands skyward, they began to chant in unison.

The chant was ancient, each word resonating with the fabric of fate itself.

Angels and dragons focused on the saintesses, but none could understand the language spoken-it was foreign to all.

However, the power they invoked was unmistakable.

As their voices melded into a harmonious symphony, the sky responded.

Three majestic silhouettes materialized among the stars-a silver moon, a golden moon, and a violet moon.

Their luminous forms bathed the landscape in a transcendent glow, casting intricate patterns of light and shadow upon the ice.

The chant reached a crescendo, each syllable imbued with profound meaning.

As the saintesses uttered the final phrase, the power of the Three Moons surged to its peak.

Beams of concentrated lunar energy cascaded from the celestial bodies, converging upon the swords embedded in the ice.

The blades trembled under the influx of power, resonating with a high-pitched hum that echoed across the frozen wasteland.

In the following seconds, something extraordinary occurred.

The energy from each sword began to flow through the invisible fissures within the ice, connecting with the others in a vast, intricate network.

The luminous energy pulsed and throbbed, growing stronger.

The ice itself seemed to come alive, patterns of light weaving through its crystalline structure.

The dragons and angels looked on in disbelief as the energy intensified beyond anything they had anticipated.

The mountain vibrated with an otherworldly frequency, the very air charged with raw power.

Then, with a thunderous crack, an explosion of energy erupted, sending a massive gust of wind in all directions.

The shockwave was so intense that even the mighty dragons and angels had to brace themselves.

The colossal ice mountain shattered into a cloud of glistening ice dust.

Billions of tons of ice disintegrated in an instant, the fragments scattering like sparkling diamonds caught in a tempest.

The sky was filled with a swirling vortex of ice particles, reflecting the hues of the Three Moons.

For several minutes, the dazzling display continued as the ice dust slowly settled.

When the air finally cleared, the true nature of the mountain’s base was revealed.

What the dragons and angels saw left them speechless-a massive fissure gaped where the mountain once stood.

It was a crack not just in the ice but in the very fabric of space itself.

From this abyss emanated a dark, corruptive energy that seemed to devour the light around it.

The energy flowed like an evil mist, altering reality as it spread.

The atmosphere grew heavy, and an oppressive aura pressed down upon all who stood before it.

It was as if they were gazing into the entrance of the underworld itself.

“That is the entrance to the Demon King’s Castle,” Meylin announced, her voice cutting through the stunned silence.

The dragons and angels exchanged uneasy glances, the gravity of the situation settling upon them.

Most were taken aback by the ominous sight, but not everyone was surprised.

Cain’s eyes were sharp and solemn.

He had anticipated something like this-the lairs of the Depravitas were never subtle.

The dark energy resonated with the Depravita Essence he had encountered before, but this was far more potent and pure.

Helios, on the other hand, reacted differently.

His eyes narrowed with sharp intent, and a smile spread across his face.

The sight of the dark, ominous energy ignited a fierce desire within him.

His golden aura flared subtly, betraying his eagerness.

Meylin stepped forward, her aura expanding as she drew everyone’s attention.

“The Moon Cult is not certain what awaits us inside,” she declared, her voice firm and resolute.

“But one thing is clear: there will be incredible dangers.

Anyone who initiates conflict will face our full wrath!” Her gaze swept over the dragons and the angels, the killing intent and determination in her eyes leaving no room for doubt.

The saintesses behind her stood tall, their expressions mirroring her resolve.

The Ancient Dragons and the angels glanced at each other.

Sharpness and loathing flickered in their eyes, but also a sense of caution.

Neither side was foolish enough to provoke the other without serious consideration.

The challenges ahead demanded their full attention, and unnecessary conflict would only hinder their chances of survival.

With everything in place, the saintesses, dragons, and angels prepared themselves.

Their energies surged, auras flaring as they readied for whatever might come next.

The atmosphere was charged with anticipation.

Cain’s massive form bristled with scarlet flames, his eyes fixed on the abyss before them.

“Stay alert.

We don’t know what lies beyond.” Meylin gave a final nod to her sisters.

“May the Moons guide us.” Helios, on the other hand, shared nothing with the angels.

His eyes focused solely on the crack in space as if nothing else mattered, but none of the angels dared show any discontent.

Without further hesitation, the combined forces dove toward the gargantuan fissure in the ground-the gateway to the Demon King’s Castle.

As they descended, the corruptive energy enveloped them, shadows twisting and contorting in their wake.

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