Rise of the Lustful Evil Monarch (Re)

Third Person's POV

But the force that was enough to break the bones of an ordinary man barely made the tentacle buckle.

It snapped back with even greater speed as it rotated like a drill and aimed directly at his face.

Ethan could see its jagged teeth spinning like a grinder as it lunged at him.

His mind steeled. He grasped his broken saber with a trembling bloody hand and abruptly jabbed it forward, aiming straight into the open mouth of the tentacle.

He knew his hand might be shredded in the process but he was equally certain the tentacle's mouth would be destroyed in return.

He was never the kind to simply wait for death.

For a moment, time seemed to freeze.

Virelle's horrified face flashed in his vision as she desperately lashed out with her red threads.

Velcy's small form came into view as she sprinted toward him from above.

As for Ethan, he was simply a blood-drenched figure with an exhausted body yet an unyielding will.

He stood firm with his broken saber pointing directly into the monstrous tentacle's spinning maw.

Just as the blade was about to pierce its grotesque mouth, an invisible force suddenly wrapped around the tentacle.

Its body twisted violently as though a giant hand had grabbed it and wrung it out like a soaked rag.

An inhuman screech of agony tore through the air as the tentacle convulsed and buckled.@@novelbin@@

The battlefield fell into an eerie silence as Virelle and Velcy stared stunned by the shocking sight before them.

Their eyes traced the origin of the phenomenon.

The writhing tentacle led back to its source. It was the severed head of the shadow which had been beheaded by Ethan's saber earlier.

The shadowy head and the tentacle continued to twist as it was compressed further and further.

The effects could be seen as bursts of black rancid blood sprayed from all over its body.

Whatever force was acting upon it, it was relentless.

The shadow's head crumpled and collapsed as it was crushed into a bloody mist that rained down upon the well's walls and the cracked staircase.

A moment of realization struck Virelle like a hammer.

This was the exact same phenomenon she had witnessed a week ago—when the giant wolf's head had been ripped and crushed into nothingness.

She sighed in relief as a sense of familiarity and security washed over her.

"Lord Nyx... she's here."

Ethan, too, was stunned. His wide eyes struggled to stay open as he stared at the aftermath of the invisible force.

He had never seen his Master Nyx's Dimensional Crush in action before and his mind raced with fragmented thoughts.

Is the little Duchess finally here after all this commotion?

That was the last thought in his fading consciousness.

Now that the enemy was vanquished, his body refused to continue. He felt his mind sink into darkness as exhaustion overwhelmed him.

His vision blurred and his body swayed as he finally collapsed and fell headfirst toward the dark abyss below.

Virelle gasped and immediately lunged forward to catch him.

But something moved even faster.

A sharp gust of wind nearly knocked Virelle off balance as a tall imposing figure materialized before Ethan.

She was nearly six feet tall and matched Ethan's height.

Her movements were as fluid as shadows and her presence was both commanding and elegant.

Ethan's unconscious body crashed into her and his head fell against her ample chest.

His form bounced slightly before his fall came to a sudden halt, cradled in her arms.

Virelle halted abruptly with her arms still outstretched in an awkward position and frozen in the moment of trying to catch Ethan.

But she was too late. Nyx had already caught him.

The dark dragoness held Ethan effortlessly as her arm wrapped firmly around his waist and prevented his unconscious body from slipping into the dark abyss.

His head rested peacefully against her chest and his breath was shallow but steady.

Drool mixed with streaks of blood trailed from the corner of his lips and stained the sleek black armor covering Nyx's body.

The atmosphere grew unnaturally still and silent. Neither Virelle nor Velcy dared to make a sound.

There was no oppressive aura and no crushing pressure emanating from Nyx yet an unspoken tension filled the air.

It was as though even the very shadows held their breath in her presence.

Virelle slowly straightened and lowered her arms as she wiped the dust and remnants of dried tears from her face.

Outwardly, she appeared calm as her breathing gradually steadied and the adrenaline rush from the battle faded.

But inside, her heart was stuck in a huge turmoil.

The fear that had gripped her moments ago still lingered like a ghostly whisper in her mind.

The sight of Ethan being battered and nearly killed had nearly shattered her. Stay connected through My Virtual Library Empire

She yearned to rush forward, to cradle his face, to feel the warmth of his breath against her skin and assure herself that he was truly alive.

But something inside her warned against it.

A deep and instinctive voice whispered in the back of her mind as it urged her to suppress her emotions in front of Nyx.

So she buried it all—the longing, the fear, and the love that burned within her.

Instead, she composed herself and adopted the demeanor of a mere acquaintance who showed reasonable concern.

Yet, one question nagged at her and continued rising again and again like an insistent tide.

Where is Master? She should have arrived earlier and long before Lord Nyx. Why is she still absent?

Meanwhile, Velcy on the other hand did not hesitate.

After only a brief pause following Nyx's appearance, she continued her descent and her hurried steps echoed against the stone as she rushed to their level.

Her wide and terrified eyes fixated on Ethan's limp form as she closed the remaining distance between them.

Stopping before them, she hesitated as her gaze darted from Ethan's unconscious face to the towering figure holding him.