Chapter 116: The Prophecy Comes True

Although Tira had already left, her seemingly joking advice of “There’s no trace of God here” still lingered in Vilyric’s mind like a persistent cloud, refusing to dissipate.

Who on earth was that person? And that method she used to leave just now—wasn’t that spatial teleportation? She activated it in an instant, without any incantation. Did she pinpoint her location somewhere in advance?

“Forget it, let’s just head back.”

Vilyric turned around and made her way to the banquet hall; it should be wrapping up soon.

At that moment—

“?!”

An inexplicable feeling of dread washed over her, causing the black-haired girl to freeze in place.

What… is this feeling?

All the magical elements in the air suddenly became agitated at that moment. Except for the stabilized light elements caused by Vilyric’s presence, it was almost a collective chaos!

Though this uproar settled back down within moments…

This place… no, not here.

Far away, somewhere distant, something was happening. Was that just now… a rejection?

A rejection from the world.

A powerful rejection so intense that it impacted the elemental molecules on this far-off Sky Island, far beyond that of the Abyss Worm or the Abyss Beast—something that couldn’t even be compared.

The world had plunged into fury; could it be that a terrifying abyss creature had appeared?

No, something must have gone wrong.

…

An hour later, the Wasteland received an urgent message.

At the border fortress of Spris City in the Kingdom of Azure, the Island of Spris was struck by a terrifying, blood-red beam emanating from the “Abyss Well,” surpassing anything seen before, shattering the entire island and causing it to plummet into the abyss.

A massive number of Abyss Beasts surged out from the “Abyss Well,” easily overwhelming the emergency defense formation hastily assembled by the local troops. Their current status is unknown as they moved deep inland.

The defense forces of the Island of Spris were almost completely wiped out, with nearly seventy percent of the residents dead or injured, and the commanding leader of the city, Hilda Kurk of the Four Wings, was missing, their fate uncertain.

Request for immediate support.

…

At the banquet approaching its end, Aistini publicly shared this news, causing an uproar.

Although it took everyone by surprise, the situation was undeniably out of control. Instead of hiding the truth, it was better to take this opportunity to unite forces from around the world to confront the abyss.

This was no longer just an issue for the Kingdom of Azure; the impending disaster was arriving faster than anyone had anticipated.

With a grave face, before the guests had a chance to leave, the Wing Emperor’s personal maid, Xiao Mo, played a segment of footage transmitted from the frontline, showcasing the latest magical achievements of the Winged People.

It was a clip of under twenty seconds, filled with noise and interrupted recordings.

The person filming was likely soaring through the air, capturing what’s below: a deep, dark pit leading to despair, where countless horrid monsters clambered up and out, surrounded by the roar of battle and the magical glow of combat. Winged warriors occasionally plunged down, suggesting the inevitable defeat of their fight.

Realizing this, the cameraman shifted the focus away from the immediate chaos toward the horizon, perhaps hoping to capture as much information as possible.

And in the distance lay a disaster scene reminiscent of the apocalypse.

The dark Abyss Beasts surged forth like a wave, while the sky was filled with enormous worms casting immense shadows. A bizarre floating island, veiled in gray vines and shrouded in ominous mist, loomed over the Abyssal army, slowly advancing.

The city closest to the “Abyss Well,” where a delegation from the United Kingdom had once stationed over two thousand troops, was now in ruins under the onslaught of the abyss, engulfed in flames, with remnants of its defenses trampled mercilessly by monsters.

That city had been destroyed.

But this was just the beginning; everyone could see that clearly.

Standing silently in the corner of the quiet hall and having watched the footage, Vilyric quietly pondered.

From the moment she sensed the world’s fury, the Priestess had foreseen that something monumental, capable of shaking the universe, had occurred far away.

It appeared that the situation was even more serious than she had imagined.

Mona’s prophecy had become reality.

Even a single Abyss Beast that had fled to the outside world had caused the sacrifice of at least a thousand lives, including those in White City 27. The footage showed not just one, but tens of thousands of terrifying creatures, not to mention over ten legendary-level Abyss Worms and the eerie floating island exuding immense pressure.

While Vilyric didn’t particularly care for the lives of passersby, it didn’t mean she could stand idly by while thousands—even millions—of lives were slaughtered without flinching.

However, even if she wanted to eliminate every single Abyss Beast seemingly scattered throughout the Wasteland and eradicate all worms along with that floating island of unknown intel, it wouldn’t be an easy task.

If the enemy were simply launching a frontal assault, the Priestess could face them without fear. But asking her to chase them down everywhere was a different story.

Using high-level magic might be possible, but she had never used such methods in this world, even she couldn’t predict what would happen at that time.

Moreover, this was only a fraction of the abyss’s current displayed strength, and no one knew whether they had deeper cards hidden away.

But… had that blow on Omoland really not dealt the Abyss a heavy enough strike to delay such a large-scale action?

Let’s first observe how the Wing Emperor and the representatives from various nations plan to act.

After all, they should be the main force against the Abyss, not Vilyric, the outsider.

In light of such a significant event, the Little Dragon Daughter, Leila Renée, and Edwina had already returned to the Priestess’s side. Philena hadn’t shown up but had been invited to discuss strategies with the Wing Emperor after watching the footage along with the representatives from major powers, including Fleidetrika.

Meanwhile, even without guessing, one could tell that major cities like the Sky City had already urgently dispatched support troops, using spatial magic to rush toward the northern disaster area.

“Master, what should we do now?”

While the other girls wore concerned expressions, the Little Dragon Daughter remained as calm as ever, seemingly unfazed by the situation, simply inquiring as if it were just another routine matter.

Vilyric shrugged her shoulders.

“Whatever we should do. Those countries led by the Kingdom of Azure can’t really just collapse before even resisting, right? We’re not their saviors or caregivers, after all.”

“Does that mean… we won’t do anything?”

“No… of course, we will get involved. No matter how you look at it, we can’t just stand by.”

The young girl’s silvery-blue eyes shimmered with contemplation.

“But the method still needs to be deliberated.”

   

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