Abyssal Chronicles-Chapter 1048: A Strange Situation

"Wait... waiting for someone? What does that mean?" The act of waiting seemed completely out of character for Abyssal Demons. Satoru’s brow furrowed deeper, confusion evident in every line of his face. "Can this really be true?"

Guano, watching his disciple’s bewilderment, understood the reaction perfectly. The revelation had hit him like a bolt from the blue when he’d first realized it himself.

"I understand your skepticism, but I believe this might be the truth. If these were Abyssal Demons under the Abyssal Lord’s command, they’d be in precise battle formations, either defensive or offensive. But look at them - scattered chaotically despite their numbers, showing none of the usual organization we’d expect from led forces. And stranger still, such a massive gathering of wild demons, yet they haven’t launched a single attack. They just... watch the rift. As if waiting for something..."

The words hit Satoru like a dream, reality seeming to blur around the edges. "Not attacking... but waiting?"

…

Meanwhile, in a space bathed in holy radiance, a fox-woman posed the same question, her ears twitching with uncertainty: "You’re saying these Abyssal Demons aren’t under the Abyssal Lord’s guidance? They’re... waiting for someone?" Noya lifted her gaze respectfully toward the front as she spoke.

What greeted her eyes was a breathtaking lakeside scene. Gentle ripples danced across the water’s surface, catching sunlight in brilliant sparkles. A massive tree cast cool shadows along the bank, its leaves rustling in the breeze. A silver-haired beauty in a vivid summer swimsuit sat at the water’s edge, the bright colors of her attire creating a striking contrast against the lake’s deep blue.

She perched gracefully on the stone steps, slender fishing rod held with casual expertise as the line dipped into the crystalline water. The wind played with her silver strands, making them dance like ethereal threads. Dappled sunlight through the leaves painted patterns across her elegant figure.

The peaceful scene was punctuated by occasional frog songs and splashing fish, creating an atmosphere of perfect serenity. The young woman watched the water with serene focus, as if she’d become one with the natural world around her. She was the central jewel in this tranquil painting, a vision of beauty amidst nature’s canvas.

Had Yumo been present, she would have been shocked to recognize this leisurely fisher as Maya, the Guiding Saint who’d communicated with her in the consciousness space. Even with knowledge of the massive demon gathering, Maya maintained her carefree demeanor, seemingly unbothered by the looming crisis.

Unfortunately, her unconcern wasn’t shared by others. The news of countless demons gathering at the Source Star’s eastern border had thrown the Alliance into chaos. The fox lady was no exception - anxiety crept into Noya’s voice as she pressed, "Master?! Are you serious? Demons waiting? But... waiting for whom?"

As Noya’s worried words faded, Maya let out a soft sigh. Before the Guiding Saint could respond, a melodious yet chilling voice cut through the air, making Noya’s fur stand on end: "Waiting for their mother."

Under Noya’s tense gaze, a stunning purple-haired woman emerged through a spatial tear, escorted by several massive dragons formed of purple-black energy.

"Lady Yunyun," Noya quickly bowed after a moment of startled pause. She both revered and feared this constant companion of the Saint - revered for her power and wisdom, feared for her identity. She was, like Eos, an Abyssal Lord, as evidenced by the terrifying aura emanating from her energy dragons.

Dispersing the purple dragons and suppressing her energy waves, Yunyun walked gracefully to the silver-haired woman’s side. After a long silence, Maya felt Yunyun’s presence and turned slightly, asking softly, "How did it go, Yunyun?"

"I tested it. The demon horde at the eastern rift truly isn’t led by any other Abyssal Lord - they bear none of their marks. The only marking is the bloody butterfly pattern."

"The bloody butterfly pattern... So they really are little Yumo’s children." Maya sighed deeply with a complex emotion.

"Yes." Yunyun’s mind drifted to her experiences in the outer realm: "The Abyssal seed you gave to Yumo was always too powerful for anyone to control, remaining in the Chaos Realm - the Abyssal Lords’ stronghold. Though it found no master, its power created countless demons and guided their evolution. Since no other Abyssal Lord could control these demons, they became wild... I never expected them to gather at the eastern border in such numbers..."

Recalling the scene at the border, even Yunyun couldn’t help but marvel: "And their numbers keep growing."

"They must have gathered after sensing Yumo’s aura?"

"Probably," Yunyun agreed noncommittally. "When Yumo burst out of the trial space, she clashed with the Ninth Channel’s garrison. The Shadow Power she released then likely caught the demons’ attention."

Looking at Maya, Yunyun’s beautiful purple-black eyes showed a hint of disapproval. "Are you looking for entertainment again? Having Yumo emerge from that position, attracting so many demons... you really do love watching chaos unfold."

"Actually," Maya turned back to the peaceful lake, her beautiful face losing its holy smile, replaced by rare seriousness. "I did want to get Yumo out of the trial space, but... I never intended for her to exit through the Ninth Channel, much less attract so many demons."

"What?" Yunyun’s brows knitted together, looking at Maya incredulously. "What do you mean? This wasn’t your plan?"

"Of course not. How could I not understand Yumo’s situation? That’s precisely why I arranged her trial in a sealed space - to prevent her aura from agitating the outer realm demons. Such a massive demon uprising could be catastrophic. I may be carefree and enjoy watching drama unfold, but... I wouldn’t joke about something this serious."

Yunyun couldn’t deny this logic. Suppressing her doubts, her expression grew heavier. "Then why did Yumo appear there?"

"I opened a spatial tunnel in the trial space, but when Yumo was crossing through, Eos diverted her to another direction. Though I quickly opened the Golden Gate to send her back to Blue Star, it seems I was still too late."

"Eos led her to the Ninth Channel exit?"

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"Yes."

"Eos never acts without reason - she only obeys her master. So, this means... it’s really connected to her after all?"

"Mm." Maya nodded slightly, gazing at the lake with complex emotions, her golden eyes narrowing as an ice-blue silhouette flashed through her mind.

"This isn’t like our agreement..."

I gave you control over Eos. Wasn’t that enough? Now you’ve drawn so many demons to the eastern rift... What are you planning?