Dragon King: Throne of Demons and Gods-Chapter 131: The Celestial Sage

In the heart of the city, the tension was rising. Vezalia’s heels clicked sharply against the stone as she took a slow step forward, her smile twisting with amusement.

The demon woman beside her moved with casual grace, lips curled in a half-smirk.

In front of them, Gaia flinched, fists clenched, her green aura flickering slightly.

"They won’t wait... Astros," she growled, but the young man at her side gently blocked her path, his hand resting lightly on her shoulder.

"No need," he said simply.

Then, after a pause, he lifted his gaze, scanning the horizon.

His eyes narrowed, then softened into a calm smile.

"I’m a cautious man, Gaia. If I have to fight, I’d rather do it in one round... and go all out. But here... not now."

Gaia looked at him with disbelief.

"Then what do we do? Let them attack?"

"I didn’t say they wouldn’t be dealt with," Astros replied. He turned slightly, his smile still present. "I just said we won’t be the one. She will."

Before Vezalia could respond, a massive wave of power fell upon the capital.

A tremor passed through the earth. The wind howled as the pressure dropped like a divine weight, hitting the city like an invisible mountain.

All across the capital, heads turned.

Adventurers staggered, some dropping to one knee.

Knights clutched their weapons as their knees buckled under the oppressive force.

From the rooftops to the towers, panic filled the eyes of soldiers and civilians alike.

In the castle, the king stood, his mouth slightly open.

"What..." he whispered. "It can’t be..."

But Aurus, beside him, closed his eyes and smiled.

"It is," he said. "She came... after all."

Outside the city walls, undead people twitched and screeched, their bodies crushed under the weight of the power that now dominated the battlefield.

From the edge of the horizon, a figure walked.

One step.

The earth cracked.

Another step.

The wind swirled around her.

She moved like calm thunder, her presence swallowing every trace of life.

She wore soft robes of silver and pale blue, embroidered with some runes.

Her white hair flowed behind her like silk. Her eyes, pure and blind, glowed faintly with internal light.

She held no staff. She needed none.

A legend. A myth who had disappeared since decades.

One of the two last surviving members of the Hero’s party.

The one who vanished after the fall of the Demon King.

The strongest mage in the world, Sylphera Nyalis, the Celestial Sage.

Sylphera stood still in the wind. The air quieted for only a few seconds.

Then she lifted her head.

"There is death in the air," she said softly.

The undead before her hissed and shrieked, but she didn’t so much as glance at them.

"So many threads. So much power," she whispered. "And yet no one saw it. You were always here, weren’t you?"

She closed her eyes briefly.

"From the very beginning... watching."

Sylphera opened them again. They glowed brighter.

"How blind we’ve been."

She raised her hand slowly, palm facing the sky.

"Then... It’s time to end it."

The wind became wild.

All across the capital, air currents twisted upward, rushing toward the heavens. A massive hum filled the air, gathering energy, rising, like a chorus of spirits awakening.

Above the city, a massive circle formed, then... several. Interlocking, woven into one another with glowing symbols and ancient language no one could decipher.

Each one rotated slowly, layer upon layer, spreading wider until the entire sky was nothing but a canopy of glowing, turning glyphs.

They pulsed with a beautiful, terrible light, painting the clouds violet, blue, gold, and white. It was magnificent... and horrifying.

"What the hell is that?!"

Adventurers screamed, scrambling for cover. Knights fell to one knee, shielding their eyes.

"It’s magic... It’s a spell! A city-level spell!" someone cried.

In the castle, the king stumbled backward.

"Aurus! What is she doing?! Call her off! Call her off now!"

Aurus stared at the sky, wide-eyed, then groaned.

"Damn it, Sylphera. You’re always too reckless."

In the city, Vezalia shielded her eyes and growled.

"You’re kidding. You have to be kidding me. That idiot really is insane"

The demon woman beside her tilted her head and let out a low, amused whistle.

"Well, well... she’s really doing it. She’s going to blow up everyone."

Astros stood frozen, hands trembling.

"Master... What the hell? She’s actually going to do it," he muttered, staring in disbelief.

"She’s not," Gaia snapped, but her voice cracked, betraying her doubt. "She can’t be serious... I know! It’s a threat! She’s just threatening the demons!"

Astros didn’t answer. His gaze stayed locked on the enormous glyphs forming above the city.

"... No... No, I know her too well... She wouldn’t use that much energy for a threat! She’s actually preparing to cast it."

Gaia clenched her fists, stepping forward.

"You said you had a plan!"

"I did not expect this!" Astros exclaimed.

The two of them stood frozen in place, caught between awe and terror.

Akedios stared, confused.

"That’s... a lot of work." He turned to Kardrax, blinking. "Your friend?"

Kardrax scoffed, amused.

"Do I look like someone who has friends?" Then he grinned wider. "Still, this is damn interesting."

All across the city, panic spread like wildfire.

Citizens looked to the sky with fear, frozen in place. Adventurers scrambled to make sense of the glyphs above, while knights cried out orders no one could follow.

Dusteria fell to one knee, hands trembling, pressing tightly together in silent prayer. Her lips moved, but no sound came.

Sienna backed into a wall, clutching her chest, gasping for air, her eyes wide and wet.

Crest instinctively reached for his sword, but his arms refused to lift. He stood there paralyzed, lips parted, sweat beading at his brow.

And then...

Airi moved.

She stood, fully healed.

The injuries were gone. The blood had vanished. She looked intact, as if the battle had never happened. fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm

Crest turned in disbelief.

"Airi...?"

She patted her chest once, then her shoulder, almost as if checking that her body was really intact.

Then her gaze lifted to the sky.

She didn’t speak. She just stared, narrowing her eyes against the blinding light.

The world held its breath as Sylphera prepared to release the spell that could erase the capital in one instant.

The moment stretched long and tense over the city, and then, all at once, the demons froze.

Something happened.

It was like a signal. A pressure somewhere deep in their minds.

Every demon turned their head, their gaze locking on the same direction. The place where Bel and Midas had met.

Instead of feeling their presence grow closer, it was fading, growing distant.

As if... they were moving away.

Confusion spread through the demon ranks like lightning.

"What...?" Vezalia’s voice was low. "They’re... leaving?"

The woman beside her narrowed her eyes, scanning the sky.

"Hm? What’s going on? They’re... escaping?"

"But why?" Vezalia hissed, her voice rising. "Why would they pull away now?! Lord Ravager is supposed to lead the charge!"

The same panic rippled through every demon. Not one of them moved. Their instincts screamed at them to charge, to strike the capital while its defenses were still spread.

But logic held them back.

No Bel, no Midas, and no...

And here, waiting for them, stood the entirety of the human adventurers, four Sacred warriors, and now, Sylphera, the strongest mage in the world.

Attacking now would be suicide.

"What are we supposed to do now...?" Vezalia muttered.

Then came a sound.

It began as a whisper, then turned into a low wave, like the city itself exhaled. A dissonant sound with no source, spreading across streets, walls, and minds.

Something had shifted. The moment had passed.

Vezalia scowled, her body trembling with anger and disappointment. She turned toward Gaia and the others.

"You’re lucky," she said flatly. "But don’t think this is over. The real game hasn’t even started."

The woman beside her let her fingers trail through the air like mist. Her tone remained calm.

"Brace yourselves. Because now... ’they’... will move."

Purple flames bloomed around their feet. In a blink, they vanished, leaving only the scent of sulfur and silence.

Further away, Akedios turned to Kardrax.

"Another missed opportunity," he said coolly. "But don’t smile too long, Sacred. The Slumbering King isn’t retreating, but planning."

Kardrax raised an eyebrow, amused.

"Then bring something interesting next time. I’m bored of rats."

Akedios disappeared in a burst of flame.

And then, across the entire capital, the undead began to fall.

One by one, bodies crumbled like puppets with threads cut. Eyes dimmed, movements ceased.

Whatever force had kept them animated was gone.

The city fell still.

A beat of silence passed.

No one moved for a whole minute. Then, finally, they realized it was real.

The citizens emerged from hiding. The adventurers slowly lowered their weapons. Crest dropped to one knee, exhaling hard.

Dusteria looked around, blinking rapidly.

"Is it... over?"

From above, the massive spell rings slowly dissolved.

Sylphera lowered her hand, the circles vanishing into particles of pale light.

She looked toward the horizon, her blind eyes glowing faintly.

"As I thought," she whispered. "They were never here for the city."

Her hand fell to her side.

"Now I know what you are."

Miles away, above the clouds, two shadows flew fastly.

Bel soared behind Midas, his black wings stretching from his back, beating lightly as the sky blurred around them.

His eyes stayed locked ahead, silent and watchful.

They were heading south. The world beneath slowly shifted. From forests and rivers to barren patches of land where the air felt... heavier.

Midas glanced back once, his coat fluttering behind him.

"Such a good day to strike," he said casually. "The humans were exposed, unprepared. If you had stepped forward then, Ravager, it could’ve ended."

Bel didn’t answer.

Midas chuckled to himself, his voice carried by the wind.

"Ah, still the quiet type. I do hope you speak when I show you this next piece. It’s a shame to travel with a statue."

They flew faster now. The land below continued to change. Twisted trees, cracked soil, and rivers that no longer flowed. Just still, black stretches like wounds across the earth.

Finally, they slowed.

Before them stretched a village... or what used to be one.

Wooden houses, caved-in and burned. Streets lined with scorched marks and abandoned wagons. No people, no animals. Just a hollow, dead silence.

Midas landed gently, his boots touching the dusty ground with a soft crunch.

Bel followed, retracting his wings and dropping heavily beside him. His feet cracked the dry soil, but he stood firm.

He looked around.

There was something wrong in the air. It wasn’t just death. It was a lingering presence. A feeling like something was watching from the cracks.

Midas stepped forward and turned with a sweeping gesture.

"Welcome," he said, his voice low and theatrical. "To Vel’Theran."

Bel’s eyes narrowed. Midas continued.

"The cradle of humanity’s greatest sin."

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