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Chapter 1427: Going or Staying

“Can you give me more detail?” Roland asked.

“There is nothing more to give.” Silent Disaster’s guard was up. “You know little of the Sky-sea Realm. Even if I explained, you would not understand.”

“That may have been true before. It is different now.” Roland didn’t match her tone—he simply laid out the facts, recounting in detail the encounter with the Skeleton Monster in Graycastle’s Western Region. “This was the first time we encountered one away from the sea.”

“Tell him what he wants to know.” Valkries spoke slowly, with quiet finality. “Regardless, it is better than the humans’ legacy shard falling into the Sky-sea Realm’s hands.”

“If you put it that way…” Serakkas released a breath. “Listen, human. What you saw is called a Nest Mother. They are the nucleus of the Sky-sea Realm’s ability to expand—no fighting capability of their own, but capable of commanding many subordinates to fight on their behalf.”

“Like a brain?”

“You could say that. Do not interrupt me again.” She pushed on, impatient. “These creatures are more ancient than you can imagine—they may have existed since before the world as we know it began. But time, no matter how vast, has had almost no effect on them. Their form and abilities have barely changed—until the past few months.”

After she finished, Roland had a rough understanding of what had happened to the Sky-sea Realm.

According to the demons, the Sky-sea Realm was capable of evolution—but unlike the individual advancement of the demon race, the Sky-sea Realm evolved as a whole. The nest was a nest; the blade was a blade. No outstanding individuals as among humans or demons, every creature a fixed unit in a vast machine. It may have been this trait that made their evolution so slow—centuries between meaningful changes.

The most recent change had proven that assumption entirely wrong. No one knew how many evolutions the Sky-sea Realm had undergone in the past few months. What could be confirmed was the exponential growth in power. The blade beasts, once simple hunters for the Nest Mothers—easy enough to pin in place, disposable to even a Mad Demon—had grown several times in size. Their strength, endurance, and reaction speed had multiplied. Their claws, thick with magic power, posed a genuine threat to Senior Demons.

A higher ascendant could still kill a single blade beast in direct combat. But the problem was that the evolution was universal. Every blade beast had changed. Change in sufficient quantity became change in kind.

It was as though one Witch had become a Transcendent, and the transformation had rippled outward until every Witch in existence was a Transcendent. Numbers enough and the quantitative shift became qualitative.

The demon defenders who had barely been holding the line were no longer capable of resisting. Countless enemies crawled from the ocean and inundated the battlefield like a roaring tide. The King had been forced to do the unthinkable: abandon the Blackstone region.

It was grim news for Roland.

If the demons truly could not hold, then humanity faced a new pressure—the attack on the Western Region was not an isolated probe. It was a beginning.

“Human, I would advise moving your legacy shard.” Silent Disaster said it plainly. “With your current strength, you cannot resist the Sky-sea Realm’s full force. Valkries is correct—the shard cannot be allowed to fall into their hands.”

“I have no intention of surrendering it to them.” Roland shrugged. “But beyond that… does the timing not strike you as strange?”

“Oh?” Valkries uncrossed and re-crossed her legs. “Say more.”

“The Blackstone region has been fighting the Sky-sea Realm continuously, so your estimate of their evolution rate should be reasonably accurate. Three to four months ago—that was when the Oracle ambushed Zero.”

“You suspect the Sky-sea Realm’s evolution is connected to God.”

“Only a guess.” He held the word carefully. “But there is something I have been wondering about. Has your race ever communicated with the Sky-sea Realm?”

Valkries’s expression changed, slowly, like weather turning.

“I thought not.” Roland continued at an unhurried pace. “But every other participant in the Battle of Divine Will has had some form of contact. The humans and demons met in Cloud School. The destroyed underground civilization once ‘communicated’ with the Witch Organization, which produced the God’s Punishment Army. I believe the demons likely have similar records from earlier encounters.” He paused. “The Sky-sea Realm appears to be the only exception.”

There were no historical documents, no recorded materials about them. If humanity’s inability to enter deep water explained their ignorance, it was still inexplicable that the demons—who were far less constrained by the sea—had the same blank record.

Interaction and communication were markers of civilization, even in hostile relationships. Enemies still acknowledged one another’s existence across a line.

From everything Roland could see, the Sky-sea Realm had been a silent combatant, apart from the other three races from the beginning.

The implication of that—if you followed the thought far enough—was enough to produce a cold feeling in the chest.

“What do you plan to do?” Valkries asked.

“Reach the Bottomless Land before the situation becomes irrecoverable.” Roland looked at both of them. “I hope you will halt your campaign against humanity and direct your efforts toward defeating the Sky-sea Realm.”

“That is impossible,” Silent Disaster said immediately. “First, leaving aside your claims about the Divine Will and God, the current Western Front Commander is Mask. All the Symbiotic Demons are under his control. And beyond that…”

“Beyond that, what?”

Serakkas did not answer at once. A silence settled. “I want to speak with Valkries alone.”

”…Fine.” Roland sighed. “But don’t forget how little time we have.”


Silent Disaster followed Valkries out through the door and into the apartment corridor.

Standing there, a city of incomprehensible scale appeared before her. Gray rectangular towers rose in every direction, none of them inferior in height to the Birth Towers, but their numbers were orders of magnitude greater. They lined the intersecting roads that extended without an end she could find, stretching in every direction until even the Deity of Gods would have looked small beside them.

The sight struck her like a blow.

She had already seen it from inside, and already been shaken. The view from outside overwhelmed even that.

More inconceivable still: the figures moving through the streets below. Neither magic-power wielders drawn into the Realm of Mind, nor the rigid creations of a domain. They simply lived. That was the largest difference between this Dream World and the King’s Presiding Holy Sea.

No wonder that human calls it a world.

“Here will do.” Valkries stopped.

The words broke Serakkas’s trance. She gathered herself and spoke. “There are other magic-power wielders in that room.”

“Yes. I know. They are Witches,” Valkries said, without concern.

”…” That answer had not been expected. “You—knew?”

“I spoke with them while waiting for you. They are not especially fond of me.” Nightmare Lord nodded. “Their purpose is to protect Roland, but he does not need protecting. The arrangement is to put everyone at ease.”

Even a Transcendent would not lower their guard in the presence of a Senior Lord, much less an ordinary human. Serakkas found this truth harder to absorb than any revelation about the Battle of Divine Will.

“What else could it be? If he were so easily handled, I would have done so long ago.” Valkries paused there, as though she found something faintly regrettable. “Of course—that was my intention, at the start.”

“The Witches did not follow us.” Serakkas took her hands. “Tell me. How do I bring you out of this Realm of Mind?”

Valkries looked at her for a long moment, then shook her head. “Have you not noticed? I cannot leave this place.”

“No—if I could come in, you can get out. Wait—if I brought your body here…”

Nightmare Lord raised a hand and brushed her hair aside.

Silent Disaster’s eyes went wide.

“Lord Valkries… your magic stone…”

“I am different from you now. Different from the Witches as well.” Valkries did not reject the formal address. “For our race, the loss of the magic stone means only one thing. But not for me. It may be because of how I entered the Dream World. I am already part of this world now—I cannot go back with you.”

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