A chill ran down Apollo’s spine.
Sothing had locked onto him.
From the depths of the Abyss, beyond the battlefield, beyond even the limits of this realm—a pair of silver eyes opened.
Cold. Indifferent. Absolutely.
Then—BOOM!
Reality collapsed.
The appearance of such a person even shocked the Abyssal side, as they didn’t seem to know this entity. Also, the person, just like the Abyssal Lord, hadn’t fully descended; his aura wasn’t at all weak compared to the Lord of Abyss.
"You!!!" The voice echoed and shattered the void, and instantly he felt everything collapse. His soul seed to be about to collapse, but a mysterious aura was quickly released by the senior orb to help him, and he cald down.
"Run away." Senior Orb, he quickly urged.
The Sovereign expression also changed; even the Abyss Lord felt surprised as to why he would suddenly appear when even for eons he didn’t move at all. He felt weird and looked at running Apollo in the distance and felt shocked, feeling the mysterious aura of space-ti around.
He tried to figure out everything, but when he tried to see through his past and future, he felt sothing terrifying that he had to stop looking.
"What is this? How could there be sothing like this?" He felt shocked.
The sovereign felt that both of them seed to have noticed Apollo, and he had to stop two of them, as otherwise he wouldn’t be able to leave.
BOOM!
The Black Lotus of Flas blood once more, its petals unfurling like a celestial calamity, consuming the very concept of darkness itself. At the sa ti, he unleashed an earth-shattering fla barrier, cutting off Apollo from the sight of these terrifying entities.
The black flas covered the half-world, protecting the lives of inhabitants of the Fla Sovereign’s realm as no abyssal monsters or entities were able to pierce through it.
The Black Fla Sovereign stood at the centre of it all, his presence like an unshakable pillar amid the chaos. The Black Lotus of Flas had fully blood, its petals exuding an overwhelming heat that devoured even the essence of the Abyss.
The sky burned black.
The land quivered beneath an unimaginable pressure. Even the Abyssal Monarchs hesitated as flas seed to burn their indestructible bodies.
Even those from the Abyss, mindless beings who thrived in corruption and destruction and were afraid of death, could not push forward. The barrier of black flas was not rely a defence—it was a separation of realms, a rejection of all abyssal existence.
And yet—BOOM!
A hand, vast beyond comprehension, once again reached forth.
Unlike before, it did not tear through space.
It ignored space.
A silver, ethereal appendage—unlike the abyssal monstrosities—erged from the nothingness beyond ti. And it did not belong to the Abyssal Lord.
And then—Apollo, still running for his life, felt everything freeze.
"What...?"His soul was being pulled.
A force unlike any he had ever known—not darkness, not fire, not ti, nor space—but sothing far beyond comprehension reached for him.
But Black Fla sovereign placed the most importance on Apollo’s life, and instantly the most land of the Fla sovereign realm exploded and burst out with terrifying flas and shattering the void around, even disrupting the space-ti, making it difficult for the vast hand of the mysterious entity to reach Apollo.
The hand was finally stopped as the flas created by sacrificing half of the Sovereign realm barely halted the mysterious entity’s attack.
"Run." He heard the voice.
Apollo ran with every ounce of his strength and even dared to look back towards the space portal that was still working.
"No, you cannot run."
"Stop him; he is the key. Use your all strength" The other silver-eyed entity seed to roar as it seed to be telling the Abyss Lord.
Hearing this, Abyss Lord was shocked and instantly exploded with stronger strength without holding back anything. And even the mysterious entity also seed to use his terrifying strength.
"Boom!"
The combined strength of both of them seed to reach unimaginable heights, and even almost all of the abyss army seed to be destroyed by just the oppressive world-ending aura.
The half-destroyed world itself scread.
The Fla Sovereign Realm, already on the brink of collapse, began to shatter at a terrifying rate.
The remaining skies cracked like fragile glass. The land crumbled into the void. Rivers of magma twisted into vortexes, spiralling toward destruction. Even the invincible Black Lotus of Flas flickered under the combined might of the Abyssal Lord and the unknown silver entity.
"You both are not going to succeed." Sovereign roared as his aura seed to climb to unimaginable heights as if he alone seed to shoulder the aura of two terrifying powers from the abyss.
"Hmm." Both of them noticed this felt surprising, as his strength shouldn’t be this strong, but they understood as they noticed the fluctuating aura.
"Crazy, you are burning your source power." Lord of Abyss said as he felt surprised."If you didn’t stop, you would die permanently; even your immortal fla would perish with you."
The Fla Sovereign did not answer.
He simply burned.
His once boundless, eternal flas—his very essence—were now devouring themselves, fueling a power beyond his limits.
The abyss trembled.
Even the Abyssal Lord—a being that devoured worlds—took an instinctive step back. The silver-eyed entity narrowed its gaze, sensing sothing truly irreversible.
This was no re battle.
This was a self-imposed annihilation.
"Fla Sovereign, you are mad!" The lord of the abyss roared.
And for the first ti, the Fla Sovereign laughed.
It was a hoarse, burning sound—one that seared itself into the very fabric of existence."If it ans that you fail—"The Black Lotus of Flas blood once more.
But this ti—it was not just a shield.
It was a pyre.
"Run away. From now on, you will be the leader." Sovereign’s voice echoed as he looked at the Golden Fla lord, who was now safe behind the Black Fla walls.
The Black Lotus burned for the final ti, a fla that would never be extinguished—because it would consu even itself to nothingness.
Apollo, using his space rule after receiving the protection of Sovereign, reached the portal along with countless others who also looked at the Sovereign for the final ti.
The Fla Sovereign stood alone.
Behind him, the world he created and swore to protect—the countless beings who had called this place ho—were already retreating, vanishing into the ancient portals, their figures swallowed by the golden light of escape.
The Golden Fla Lord, now safe beyond the Black Fla Wall, trembled. His fists clenched, his heart burned—but he understood.
This was an order.
A burden.
A final will.
And then—
The Black Lotus of Flas blood one last ti.
BOOM!
Flas that burned beyond eternity—
A fire that consud even itself.
A pyre of absolute destruction.
The Sovereign Realm could not withstand it.
Cracks spread like veins across the sky, through space itself, as if reality wept and shattered beneath the weight of the sacrifice.
But Apollo did not turn back.
He could not. He pushed forward—faster, farther, escaping through the portal just as it began to collapse behind him.
Countless others followed along with three fla lords and nurous leaders of clans, their gazes lingering on the sovereign’s final stand, their souls burned with grief, awe, and helplessness.
"NOO!!! Stop it." Abyssal Lord roared as he needed the Black Lotus fla, but if the source was burned, it would fully disappear from the universe.
And then—
The portal shattered.
And the Fla Sovereign realm was no more.
On the other side of the portal, the surviving group landed in an unknown land, far removed from the world they once called ho.
The air here was different—colder, heavier, and unfamiliar. Towering mountains lood in the distance, shrouded in mist, while a vast, dark ocean stretched endlessly beyond the horizon. The sky was painted in hues they had never seen before, as if even the heavens mourned the destruction they had just witnessed.
But none of them paid attention to their surroundings.
They stood in silence, eyes still locked onto the place where the portal had once been—where their world had just ceased to exist.
Their ho was gone.
Their sovereign was gone.
An unbearable emptiness settled into their hearts.
So fell to their knees, fists clenched against the ground. Others simply stood frozen, their eyes hollow, their minds struggling to process the reality of their loss.
The Golden Fla Lord closed his eyes, his hands trembling as he felt the weight of the Sovereign’s final words settle fully upon him.
He was their leader now.
But how could he lead a people who had just lost everything?
Apollo stood there calmly with Senior Orb, as he didn’t know what to do, as it seed Sovereign didn’t survive, which ant he might have failed to clear the task. Could he really be stuck here forever and never return to his tiline?
He was lost in such thoughts, but as he was feeling unsure of what to do from now on, he felt a familiar aura.
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