Chapter: The Eyes of the World
The sky above the war front trembled with quiet tension.
Not because of thunder.
Not because of storms.
But because the entire world had begun watching.
The Eyes Beyond the Battlefield
In distant lands far away from the corrupted forest, glowing spheres of magic hovered in grand halls, ancient fortresses, underground chambers, and divine temples.
They were observation orbs.
And through them… the world witnessed the calamity marching across the eastern frontier.
Inside the towering crystal palace of the , silver-robed elders stood around a floating sphere of light.
Their long ears twitched with unease.
Within the orb they saw it clearly.
Draven.
Riding the monstrous manticore.
Behind him stood creatures that should not exist together.
Demons.
Undead.
Mutated beasts.
Sea monsters.
The corrupted forest itself crawling across the land like a living plague.
One elder whispered quietly.
"An evil god's apostle…"
Another shook his head slowly.
"No… something worse."
Deep beneath the mountains, inside the stone halls of the , dozens of bearded dwarven generals stared at their own observation crystal.
A massive warhammer slammed into the table.
"That monster is building an army."
Another dwarf growled.
"And he grows stronger with every battle."
Inside the golden cathedral of the , priests surrounded a holy mirror.
The image of Draven appeared within it.
Dark aura.
Burning stigma.
Eyes glowing crimson.
One priest whispered in horror.
"The scriptures warned of such beings…"
Another answered grimly.
"Then the scriptures were right."
In the forests of the ancient , hooded druids watched silently.
The forest spirits trembled around them.
One druid murmured softly.
"The forest itself bends to him…"
Another whispered.
"That is not natural corruption."
Inside the underground palace of , three small figures sat on crooked thrones.
The infamous goblin triplets.
Their glowing magic orb displayed Draven's march.
The eldest goblin giggled nervously.
"Brother… that thing is expanding."
The second goblin scratched his chin.
"And fast."
The third goblin whispered with a wicked grin.
"Hehehe… maybe we watch first."
But in one place…
No one seemed worried.
Inside the eerie carnival tents of the , a group of masked figures watched their own orb.
Then suddenly—
CRACK.
The orb exploded into fragments.
The clown leaned back lazily in his chair.
"Hehehe…"
"Let the show begin."
Draven Notices the Eyes
Far away on the battlefield road…
Draven suddenly slowed.
His crimson eyes narrowed slightly.
He could feel it.
Dozens.
No.
Hundreds of gazes.
Watching.
Spying.
Judging.
The demon tyrant beneath him rumbled softly.
His generals looked toward him.
But Draven simply smiled faintly.
Then he opened the glowing system panel.
The Bunker System
Floating text appeared.
System Interface
Bunker Management
→ Chambers
→ Sacrificial Chamber
→ Corpse Stock
Draven scrolled calmly.
Then selected a single option.
Sacrifice.
Inside the Bunker
Inside the corrupted forest bunker…
The dark elf sat comfortably at the desk.
A wooden bowl of steaming porridge rested in her hands.
Beside her lay a thick notebook filled with research notes.
Pages covered in strange formulas.
Drawings of coral structures.
Plague patterns.
Her research on the cursed coral.
And next to it…
The miniature model of Draven's domain.
She watched it carefully while eating.
"Hmm…"
Then suddenly—
A deep rumbling echoed through the bunker.
Her ears twitched.
"What…?"
The Sacrificial Chamber Awakens
Deep below the bunker.
Inside the dark sacrificial chamber.
A massive altar began glowing with sinister red runes.
Then—
BOOM.
Dark energy tentacles erupted violently from the altar.
They surged across the chamber floor.
Around them lay piles of corpses.
Adventurers.
Mercenaries.
Boss monsters from the red zone.
Their bodies began shaking violently.
Black tendrils pierced their chests.
Then—
Their souls were ripped out.
Devoured.
Consumed.
The altar pulsed like a beating heart.
Moments later…
The corpses slowly rose.
Eyes glowing.
Bodies stiff.
Undead soldiers.
They marched out of the chamber silently.
The dark elf nearly dropped her bowl.
"WHAT—?!"
The undead simply walked past her.
Ignoring her existence completely.
Then exited the bunker.
And spread across the corrupted forest…
Becoming new guardians of the domain.
The Birth of a New Spell
Far away.
Draven watched the system panel glow.
A notification appeared.
Karma Energy Acquired: High Amount
Draven nodded slightly.
Then selected:
Create Custom Skill
The system interface expanded into dozens of magical options.
Draven focused.
His domain authority amplified the process.
He whispered quietly.
"Concealment."
The system reacted.
Runes flashed.
Demonic mana surged.
Then the panel glowed brilliantly.
New Skill Created
Great Concealment
Draven accepted it immediately.
The Disappearance
Draven raised one hand slowly.
His army halted instantly.
Then a magic circle appeared around his wrist.
Another formed on his palm.
His voice echoed across the battlefield.
"Great Concealment."
Dark demonic power erupted outward.
A massive fog spread rapidly.
It swallowed the monster army.
The land.
The sky.
Within seconds—
They vanished completely.
From magic orbs.
From spiritual senses.
From magical detection.
The world's observers stared in shock.
Their viewing spheres turned blank.
The armies were simply…
Gone.
Panic Across the World
Back in distant lands.
Alarm bells rang.
Emergency meetings were called.
The summoned an emergency council.
The gathered its elders.
The prepared war discussions.
The began spiritual rituals.
Everyone asked the same question.
"Where did the army go?"
The Trade City
Meanwhile…
Draven's army had already arrived.
Before them stood the largest settlement in the war front.
A massive fortified trade city.
Thick stone walls.
Reinforced towers.
Magic cannons mounted across the battlements.
Elemental ballistas glowing with power.
The battlefield outside the walls was filled with hidden traps.
Inside the walls stood the defenders.
30,000 town guards.
10,000 knights.
24,000 adventurers.
Standing ready for battle.
On the inner wall stood fifty armored figures.
The legendary knights of the .
Their leader stood at the center.
.
A powerful warrior equal to a B+ ranked adventurer.
But his knights fought like an S-rank party.
Their golden lion emblems shone under the sun.
The City Leaders
At the main wall stood the city ruler.
.
Beside him stood:
• the army general
• three guild masters
• his sons
Behind them stood thousands of archers.
Magic artillery.
And rows of elite soldiers.
Everyone stared at the lone figure approaching.
Draven.
Riding the demon tyrant.
Behind him stood only his generals.
The rest of his army remained hidden.
The Calm Before the Clash
The battlefield fell silent.
Wind blew across the grass.
Draven stopped his mount.
Vazur stepped forward.
His voice thundered across the battlefield.
"Monster king!"
"This city will not fall!"
Draven simply smiled.
The fog behind him shifted slightly.
Thousands of hidden monsters waited.
And then…
The war began.
In the Spirit Realm
Far away in another dimension.
A blazing spirit roared angrily.
.
His fiery wings burned with fury.
"Why can I not sense the hellflame bison?"
Days had passed.
No connection.
No spiritual response.
He growled.
"Has it been destroyed?"
He turned to two powerful spirits nearby.
A crackling demon lightning bat.
A crawling forest flame salamander.
"Go."
"Find what happened."
The spirits nodded.
Preparing to descend into the mortal world.
The Forest Shore
Meanwhile…
Back at the corrupted forest shoreline.
The sea roared against the coast.
The guarded the shores faithfully.
The Morlock King patrolled the coastline.
Watching the horizon.
The wooden cabin nearby had expanded into a small outpost.
Fortified structures.
Watch platforms.
Defensive barriers.
And at the center…
A raised platform.
Upon it rested the sky blue egg.
The gem embedded in its shell glowed softly.
Then suddenly—
Crack.
A thin fracture appeared on the shell.
Another crack followed.
The egg trembled gently.
Something inside…
Was about to be born.
TO BE CONTINUED....
Chapter: The Eyes of the World
The sky above the war front trembled with quiet tension.
Not because of thunder.
Not because of storms.
But because the entire world had begun watching.
The Eyes Beyond the Battlefield
In distant lands far away from the corrupted forest, glowing spheres of magic hovered in grand halls, ancient fortresses, underground chambers, and divine temples.
They were observation orbs.
And through them… the world witnessed the calamity marching across the eastern frontier.
Inside the towering crystal palace of the , silver-robed elders stood around a floating sphere of light.
Their long ears twitched with unease.
Within the orb they saw it clearly.
Draven.
Riding the monstrous manticore.
Behind him stood creatures that should not exist together.
Demons.
Undead.
Mutated beasts.
Sea monsters.
The corrupted forest itself crawling across the land like a living plague.
One elder whispered quietly.
"An evil god's apostle…"
Another shook his head slowly.
"No… something worse."
Deep beneath the mountains, inside the stone halls of the , dozens of bearded dwarven generals stared at their own observation crystal.
A massive warhammer slammed into the table.
"That monster is building an army."
Another dwarf growled.
"And he grows stronger with every battle."
Inside the golden cathedral of the , priests surrounded a holy mirror.
The image of Draven appeared within it.
Dark aura.
Burning stigma.
Eyes glowing crimson.
One priest whispered in horror.
"The scriptures warned of such beings…"
Another answered grimly.
"Then the scriptures were right."
In the forests of the ancient , hooded druids watched silently.
The forest spirits trembled around them.
One druid murmured softly.
"The forest itself bends to him…"
Another whispered.
"That is not natural corruption."
Inside the underground palace of , three small figures sat on crooked thrones.
The infamous goblin triplets.
Their glowing magic orb displayed Draven's march.
The eldest goblin giggled nervously.
"Brother… that thing is expanding."
The second goblin scratched his chin.
"And fast."
The third goblin whispered with a wicked grin.
"Hehehe… maybe we watch first."
But in one place…
No one seemed worried.
Inside the eerie carnival tents of the , a group of masked figures watched their own orb.
Then suddenly—
CRACK.
The orb exploded into fragments.
The clown leaned back lazily in his chair.
"Hehehe…"
"Let the show begin."
Draven Notices the Eyes
Far away on the battlefield road…
Draven suddenly slowed.
His crimson eyes narrowed slightly.
He could feel it.
Dozens.
No.
Hundreds of gazes.
Watching.
Spying.
Judging.
The demon tyrant beneath him rumbled softly.
His generals looked toward him.
But Draven simply smiled faintly.
Then he opened the glowing system panel.
The Bunker System
Floating text appeared.
System Interface
Bunker Management
→ Chambers
→ Sacrificial Chamber
→ Corpse Stock
Draven scrolled calmly.
Then selected a single option.
Sacrifice.
Inside the Bunker
Inside the corrupted forest bunker…
The dark elf sat comfortably at the desk.
A wooden bowl of steaming porridge rested in her hands.
Beside her lay a thick notebook filled with research notes.
Pages covered in strange formulas.
Drawings of coral structures.
Plague patterns.
Her research on the cursed coral.
And next to it…
The miniature model of Draven's domain.
She watched it carefully while eating.
"Hmm…"
Then suddenly—
A deep rumbling echoed through the bunker.
Her ears twitched.
"What…?"
The Sacrificial Chamber Awakens
Deep below the bunker.
Inside the dark sacrificial chamber.
A massive altar began glowing with sinister red runes.
Then—
BOOM.
Dark energy tentacles erupted violently from the altar.
They surged across the chamber floor.
Around them lay piles of corpses.
Adventurers.
Mercenaries.
Boss monsters from the red zone.
Their bodies began shaking violently.
Black tendrils pierced their chests.
Then—
Their souls were ripped out.
Devoured.
Consumed.
The altar pulsed like a beating heart.
Moments later…
The corpses slowly rose.
Eyes glowing.
Bodies stiff.
Undead soldiers.
They marched out of the chamber silently.
The dark elf nearly dropped her bowl.
"WHAT—?!"
The undead simply walked past her.
Ignoring her existence completely.
Then exited the bunker.
And spread across the corrupted forest…
Becoming new guardians of the domain.
The Birth of a New Spell
Far away.
Draven watched the system panel glow.
A notification appeared.
Karma Energy Acquired: High Amount
Draven nodded slightly.
Then selected:
Create Custom Skill
The system interface expanded into dozens of magical options.
Draven focused.
His domain authority amplified the process.
He whispered quietly.
"Concealment."
The system reacted.
Runes flashed.
Demonic mana surged.
Then the panel glowed brilliantly.
New Skill Created
Great Concealment
Draven accepted it immediately.
The Disappearance
Draven raised one hand slowly.
His army halted instantly.
Then a magic circle appeared around his wrist.
Another formed on his palm.
His voice echoed across the battlefield.
"Great Concealment."
Dark demonic power erupted outward.
A massive fog spread rapidly.
It swallowed the monster army.
The land.
The sky.
Within seconds—
They vanished completely.
From magic orbs.
From spiritual senses.
From magical detection.
The world's observers stared in shock.
Their viewing spheres turned blank.
The armies were simply…
Gone.
Panic Across the World
Back in distant lands.
Alarm bells rang.
Emergency meetings were called.
The summoned an emergency council.
The gathered its elders.
The prepared war discussions.
The began spiritual rituals.
Everyone asked the same question.
"Where did the army go?"
The Trade City
Meanwhile…
Draven's army had already arrived.
Before them stood the largest settlement in the war front.
A massive fortified trade city.
Thick stone walls.
Reinforced towers.
Magic cannons mounted across the battlements.
Elemental ballistas glowing with power.
The battlefield outside the walls was filled with hidden traps.
Inside the walls stood the defenders.
30,000 town guards.
10,000 knights.
24,000 adventurers.
Standing ready for battle.
On the inner wall stood fifty armored figures.
The legendary knights of the .
Their leader stood at the center.
.
A powerful warrior equal to a B+ ranked adventurer.
But his knights fought like an S-rank party.
Their golden lion emblems shone under the sun.
The City Leaders
At the main wall stood the city ruler.
.
Beside him stood:
• the army general
• three guild masters
• his sons
Behind them stood thousands of archers.
Magic artillery.
And rows of elite soldiers.
Everyone stared at the lone figure approaching.
Draven.
Riding the demon tyrant.
Behind him stood only his generals.
The rest of his army remained hidden.
The Calm Before the Clash
The battlefield fell silent.
Wind blew across the grass.
Draven stopped his mount.
Vazur stepped forward.
His voice thundered across the battlefield.
"Monster king!"
"This city will not fall!"
Draven simply smiled.
The fog behind him shifted slightly.
Thousands of hidden monsters waited.
And then…
The war began.
In the Spirit Realm
Far away in another dimension.
A blazing spirit roared angrily.
.
His fiery wings burned with fury.
"Why can I not sense the hellflame bison?"
Days had passed.
No connection.
No spiritual response.
He growled.
"Has it been destroyed?"
He turned to two powerful spirits nearby.
A crackling demon lightning bat.
A crawling forest flame salamander.
"Go."
"Find what happened."
The spirits nodded.
Preparing to descend into the mortal world.
The Forest Shore
Meanwhile…
Back at the corrupted forest shoreline.
The sea roared against the coast.
The guarded the shores faithfully.
The Morlock King patrolled the coastline.
Watching the horizon.
The wooden cabin nearby had expanded into a small outpost.
Fortified structures.
Watch platforms.
Defensive barriers.
And at the center…
A raised platform.
Upon it rested the sky blue egg.
The gem embedded in its shell glowed softly.
Then suddenly—
Crack.
A thin fracture appeared on the shell.
Another crack followed.
The egg trembled gently.
Something inside…
Was about to be born.
TO BE CONTINUED....