Feylora hovered high in the air, the white sphere floating above her palm. The power pouring out of it was no longer just light—it had taken on form.
A colossal fairy-like apparition slowly rose behind her.
It wasn't sharply defined.
But it felt ancient and sacred, like sothing left over from the first breath of the world.
The pangolin clenched its teeth so hard its jaw trembled.
It could feel its body nearing the limit. The strength the Infernal Abyss had granted it was bleeding away.
And this world… was refusing to accept its existence.
"It's not over yet!"
With a final roar, it squeezed out everything it had left, wringing its power down to the last drop.
At the sa ti—
Ethan stepped forward.
He wasn't just watching anymore.
The Infernal Primordial Power sleeping inside him answered his will.
Golden light rose from within his body. And behind him, a massive golden dragon phantom slowly took shape.
A manifestation of power.
A response from his bloodline.
A dominion that belonged to him alone.
Ethan lifted his hand.
Feylora lifted hers at the sa ti.
Two different forces—distinct, yet not conflicting—began to rge.
The Fey Sovereign's power.
Infernal Primordial Power.
And the world guardian's power.
The three streams t.
Compressed.
Condensed.
Until, at last, they beca two energy cores—stable, quiet… and lethal.
"It's over," Ethan said softly.
The next instant, they released them together.
The two cores sliced through the sky and struck the pangolin's body dead center.
There was no explosion.
Only disintegration.
Space itself began to fracture. Cracks spread like spiderwebs, racing outward.
For the first ti, the pangolin's body lost its stability.
It lowered its head, staring at itself.
Cracks were appearing.
Not on the surface—
In its very essence.
Its power was being erased.
Rejected by the world.
Overwritten by sothing higher.
"That's… impossible…"
There was no rage left in its voice now.
Only fear.
In the next heartbeat, light swallowed it whole.
When everything finally settled—
There was nothing left in the sky.
The pangolin's existence, along with its power, had been completely wiped from this world.
As the last trace of it vanished, the entire world seed to quiet down.
The wind stopped.
And the lingering tremors of energy gradually faded into silence.
Ethan drifted back down to the ground, his chest rising and falling. Only then did he realize he could finally let his nerves unclench.
Feylora touched down beside him as well. The pure white sphere returned to her hand, its glow reining itself in until it looked like nothing had happened—like that world-ending power had never existed in the first place.
They looked at each other, then both let out a long breath.
That fight had been worse than they'd expected.
That pangolin from the Infernal Abyss was almost immune to normal energy attacks. Its body wasn't just tough—it was like sothing higher-tier was shielding it outright.
If Feylora hadn't fully seized control of this world's Primordial Force at the critical mont and released the Fey Sovereign's power, they probably wouldn't have been able to kill it at all.
Ethan drew in a slow breath, pulling the leftover energy in his body back in and smoothing his aura until it steadied.
Then he walked to the spot where the pangolin had vanished.
Two gemstones still hovered there in midair.
One blood-red.
One deep blue.
They weren't raging anymore, but the pressure they gave off still made the skin prickle.
Ethan reached out and carefully closed his fingers around them.
The instant his fingertips touched the gems, a cold current surged up his arm and flowed into his body—like sothing ancient had turned its gaze on him.
He didn't hesitate. He put the gemstones away at once.
He knew these weren't ordinary energy cores.
They were creations of the Infernal Abyss.
If he could study their structure, maybe he wouldn't just understand the essence of Abyss power—maybe he could even refit it into Erald Castle's ultimate weapon.
Right then—
A familiar presence appeared in the distant sky.
An army was closing in fast.
At the front was Elira.
She floated ahead of the formation, silver hair streaming in the wind, her troops behind her neat and silent. She was always like this—no matter where the battlefield was, she'd be the first to arrive.
She didn't ask what had happened.
She only needed to confirm one thing.
"Master," she said softly, "we've secured all surrounding regions."
Ethan nodded.
This war was over.
He slowly closed his eyes and let his awareness spread outward.
Now, as the practical controller of this world, he could clearly sense the entire Plane World's structure.
The land.
The sky.
The flow of energy.
Everything was sharp, mapped in his mind.
He raised a hand.
Space began to contract.
This wasn't destruction.
It was containnt.
This world—now that it had lost its original guardian and re-established its core-energy connection—was being folded into his control network.
Monts later, the entire Plane World stabilized completely, becoming a subsidiary world under Erald Castle's command.
Which also ant—
The entire Nether Sea had fallen fully into his hands.
Over the next few days, everything went as smoothly as expected.
The native tribes ca on their own to swear submission, handing over every Primordial Force core they'd stored away.
No resistance.
No war.
Because they'd witnessed the birth of a world guardian.
And they'd witnessed Ethan's power.
Resources poured into Erald Castle nonstop.
Ethan's reserves grew at an absurd speed.
Everything seed to be rolling toward a stronger future.
Until that day.
Sothing changed.
At first, it was only a faint vibration.
Coming from the deepest part of the Nether Sea.
That kind of sound wasn't rare—this ancient sea was full of unstable energy structures.
But this ti was different.
It wasn't a natural tremor.
It was sothing waking up.
Ethan sensed it imdiately.
He didn't hesitate. He led an elite unit straight toward the sea's depths.
When they arrived, the sight in front of them stopped everyone in their tracks.
At the center of the ocean—
A whirlpool had ford.
A whirlpool so massive it was hard to even process.
Seawater was being swallowed into it in a constant, unstoppable stream.
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