Village Head's Debauchery

Soon, it vanished, and the immense pit on the ocean bed returned to its previous state.

The mysterious water woman didn't leave. She remained, her tense gaze fixed on the immense pit as though awaiting their return.

....

Far Southwest,

Rivers of molten lava flowed from the immense underwater volcano into the surrounding water, creating scalding steam and bursts of boiling currents powerful enough to penetrate the skin of a formidable warrior.

These fiery streams spread across the surrounding area. A massive fortress built upon an enormous molten core floated above the volcano, obscured by dense steam and bubbles.

Surrounding it were countless tainteds, each varying in size-from towering 10-meter (33ft) giants to beings the size of 2-meter (6.5ft). This was none other than one of the Harbinger's domains.

Since none of the factions had ever managed to force their way into the fortress, they had never encountered the Harbinger who presided over it or learned its name. The individuals who had ventured into the area had given it many names, but only one was widely accepted: The Abyss Cauldron!

The number of tainteds was drastically reduced as they clashed against the headless winged spawns and the Bastion of Ashen Hope forces.

Gaverick tore through another tainted, his arms wrapped in inky black flames. Turning his head to the side, he noticed Brane and Zara rushing into the Harbinger's fortress with several headless, winged spawns accompanying them.

Gaverick hesitated briefly before gritting his teeth, determination flashing in his eyes. He rushed after them, tearing down every tainted that blocked his path. Fortunately, the spawns attacked all the exceedingly powerful tainteds, so he hardly encountered any formidable opponents.

As Gaverick entered the fortress, he swiftly made his way in their direction.

Upon arriving in a vast, empty hall, he saw a bizarre scene.

tainted corpses were scattered across the hall, from the broken ceiling to the ground, like grotesque paintings. Brane and Zara hovered in the air, clad in spotless armour as if they hadn't participated in any battle.

A humanoid figure bathed in inky black flames was suspended in the air before them.

"Despite being mortals, you are far more powerful than I had expected... Who are you?" the flaming man asked, his voice reverberating across the hall. His intense gaze was fixed on Brane and Zara.

"We are inhabitants of Paradise!" Brane responded.

"Are you going to answer our questions now and tell us what's within the Mirror Realm?" he demanded, narrowing his eyes at the flaming man.

"I told you before... I can't say anything... cough..." The flaming man responded before coughing heavily, revealing that the injuries he had sustained were severe.

Brane frowned and turned to look at Zara, who was floating beside him.

"I can't see anything... He's too powerful," Zara responded, shaking her head with a defeated expression.

Brane nodded, refocusing his attention on the flaming demigod.

"Then we have no reason to keep you alive," he said coldly. "Kill him."

At that moment, the headless winged spawn holding the flaming demigod tore him apart with its tendrils. His internal organs were scattered across the ground below.

Witnessing the gruesome scene, Gaverick collapsed to his knees, pressing his hands against his chest in an attempt to steady his breathing. From the aura of the flaming man, he was sure this was the Harbinger of the domain.

Yet, he was killed so easily. And judging by the tainted corpses littering the area, it had clearly been a direct one-sided confrontation.

Still, Gaverick found it hard to believe. One of the Harbingers who had tormented countless Bastions within the ocean...

Where he had lost so many of his forces...

Where he had barely escaped with his life time and time again from the tainteds at the entrance to this territory...

Yet, that very Harbinger had been overpowered and killed just like that.

'Paradise!' Gaverick couldn't help but marvel at how formidable such a force must be.

Gaverick snapped his head up and swallowed hard as he saw Brane and Zara fixing their gaze on him. They seemed lost in thought, their expressions pensive, as though deeply pondering something.

Seizing the opportunity, Gaverick quickly recovered his composure and stood. He forced a bright smile onto his lips, waiting for their orders. He had already accepted whatever punishment he might receive for his previous actions against them, but he was unwilling to die without seeing what this 'Paradise' was like.

As someone who had once been the symbol of ashen hope, he wanted to see the embodiment of hope itself. So, he bet his extraordinary luck on at least achieving that.

South,

Izak floated in the water with the forces of the Tidal Depth Kingdom behind him, his trembling gaze fixed on the battlefield below. He couldn't believe that the Harbinger domain they had once feared could be overturned so that even the tainteds fled in retreat from the headless winged spawns.

Izak couldn't help but shudder, recalling how foolish they had been to attack her and how close they had come to losing their lives. Fortunately, Paradise was benevolent.

Zale felt a similar emotion.

They had been sent not to participate in destroying the Harbinger's domain but to oversee it.

Soon, Izak and his forces began to feel pity for the tainteds, as some of them had once been their own, transformed after losing their reason.

However, when they remembered the punishments for their actions and the nymphs' enslavement, their hearts grew cold. Any lingering pity was wiped away, as they all understood that their own punishments would have been worse than this.

"ARGGGHHH!" Suddenly, a painful scream reverberated across the area.

Izak and the others lowered their heads toward the fortress floating within the massive swamp. A chill ran down their spines-they were sure that, at that moment, the Harbinger

had died.

Thirty minutes after the slaughter commenced, the Harbinger domain was annihilated.

"What's that?" Izak asked, squinting at the massive water vortex forming above a bottomless

pit in the swamp.

Sensing its frightening aura, Izak quickly averted his gaze and waited for the headless winged spawns to return so they could continue carrying out the goddess's orders.

........

Orion and Aurora emerged from the portal and landed on the frosty ground within a snowy

forest.

They got to their feet and brushed the snow off their bodies, looking around curiously. Surrounding them was a dense forest-tall, thick trees with vibrant greenery and fruits thriving amid the cold. The dense canopy made it impossible to see far through the forest. "Is this the Mirror Realm?" Orion asked, his voice tinged with surprise.

He had anticipated many things about the Mirror Realm's appearance, but a mesmerizing snowy forest with fruits wasn't one of them.

"My energy is sealed," Aurora exclaimed, her tone filled with shock and realization.

Orion snapped his head toward her. Seeing Aurora's anxious expression, he immediately channelled his Vylkr energy. It didn't work. A mysterious force sealed his Vylkr container, tightly binding it and preventing him from accessing his energy. He was also unable to use his

Celestial energy.

Orion's eyes widened in surprise. Realizing that his attempts were futile against the mysterious force, he swiftly tried something else. He activated his gift.

The Vylkr energy broke free of the mysterious seal with the aid of the dominant Primordial energy, flowing through his veins and reigniting his gift.

A burst of bluish lightning shot from his fingertips, scorching the snow and turning it into a vapour that rose into the air. Though he couldn't use Vylkr's energy to strengthen his body, the fact that he could still feel his gift gave him a sense of security.

Orion exhaled in relief. If the one responsible hadn't anticipated this result, he could use it to

his advantage when encountering a problem.

Orion summoned his artefacts to see if he could still utilize them. With a flicker of light, his miniature mountain, the Crimson Greatsword, the Morphic Puppet, and Solara's Divine Eye

appeared, floating in midair around him.

"It worked," Orion muttered.

With the Morphic Puppet alone possessing the strength of a five-star warrior and the Crimson

Greatsword—a divine weapon capable of cutting through anything of equal or lesser grade effortlessly-his chances of survival had increased, as had his ability to catch the enemy by surprise and emerge victorious.

Of course, all of this wouldn't matter if the enemy was a divine being. Still, it was better than being stripped of everything in an unknown place.

Watching Orion summon his equipment, Aurora quickly summoned her sceptre. Instantly, it appeared, glowing brightly as it hovered before her. She grabbed it and sighed in relief. Although she couldn't use her dual Vylkr and Divine energy, her sceptre had enough stored power to return her capabilities to a divine level.

The only issue was that she couldn't replenish her reserves quickly, as this strange land lacked divine or any other energy she could transform into Vylkr. It meant she would have to use her powers sparingly until they discovered the source of the problem.

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