Entering Apocalypse in Easy-Mode-Chapter 483: A Visit

Clyde and Asqa arrived back at the mansion. This place had become their home now because this place is quiet, hidden, and safe. Tucked within the ruins of a forgotten world, veiled from the gaze of higher beings, the mansion had so far proven its worth.

Clyde knew they were being hunted. After showing his face and making his move, it was inevitable. The higher realms were surely trying to track him already, but none had succeeded until now.

As they walked toward the entrance, Clyde gave a subtle nod to the Demon soldiers stationed at the outer ward who were Graemory’s troops.

He made a mental note to thank the Demon Duchess if they ever crossed paths again. But for now, it was too risky. The higher realms remained on high alert.

Both of them exhaled as they stepped through the door, their expressions weary.

It wasn’t truly exhaustion. Asqa sighed loudly, but it wasn’t from fatigue just boredom. Killing wave after wave of monsters had become a numb routine, but she didn’t complain. Strength was a necessity for what she doing until this point and forward. She can’t be slacking off.

They parted briefly to clean up, then regrouped in the living room. With cold drinks in hand, they lounged on the worn couch, the silence between them a welcome contrast to the chaos of earlier.

The air was calm and peaceful. This hideout was a rare gift, a pocket of stillness in a universe at war.

"I’m glad we have this place," Asqa murmured, her eyes closed, savoring the moment.

Clyde nodded. "Yeah. We don’t need to keep running or hiding, at least for when we are here."

They sat in silence for a while before Asqa spoke again, her voice quieter. "When do you think this will end?"

Clyde looked at her. She seemed tired. Not physically, but in her soul. Weary of this endless struggle.

He answered slowly. "We have to remember why we started. We’re doing this so the higher beings can’t rule over everything anymore. So no more humans like us or any race have to suffer under them again."

Asqa looked down at her drink, then gave a small, resolute nod.

Outside, the perpetually dark sky looks peaceful and inside, for now, they had this peace.

They stayed quiet for a few minutes longer, sipping their drinks, letting the stillness wrap around them like a blanket.

This kind of silence was strange. Not heavy or tense, just... quiet. This was a rare thing in their world.

Eventually, Clyde broke it, saying, "You ever think about what comes after this?"

Asqa blinked, then glanced over at him. "After this?"

"Yeah. After all of this. When it’s done." He leaned back, letting his head rest against the couch. "When the higher beings are gone and we’re not fighting every damn day."

Asqa was quiet again, eyes fixed on the swirling liquid in her glass.

"I used to thinking about that actually," she said softly. "Back when this all started, when we begin fighting againts them, I mean. I used to imagine it all the time what I will do after we kick those higher being’s ass."

"And now?"

She exhaled through her nose. "I stopped. Somewhere along the way, the end of this felt... too far."

Clyde gave a small nod. "Yeah. I get that."

"But now that you ask," she continued, her voice gaining some warmth, "I guess... I’d want something simple. Like this place, maybe. I want a home. Somewhere far from everything. Where no higher beings, no monsters, and no missions. Just peace."

"Peace," Clyde repeated. "That’s all I want too as well."

He set his drink down, gaze drifting toward the dark windows.

"I want to stay in a new world. I’ll find one if I have to. One world that untouched by the struggle of the cosmos. No hierarchies or divine laws. Just freedom. Maybe build a small house by the sea. Do what I want to do like finish writing my novel, and sleep without looking over my shoulder."

Asqa laughed, and the sound was soft but real. "You? Writing a novel?"

"I’m serious," Clyde smirked. "I’d be the most genuine fantasy writer in the cosmos who only provide real experience."

"I think tou’d get bored in two weeks without any fighting."

"Maybe," he admitted. "But at least I’d be bored in peace."

She leaned back beside him, her shoulder brushing his. "It’s a nice thought. Like we’re... retiring."

Clyde glanced at her. "Well, if that moment came, we’ve earned it, haven’t we?"

"I don’t know." Her voice grew quieter again. "Sometimes I wonder if people like us get to have peace."

He looked at her, eyes steady.

"We don’t find peace. We make it for ourselves just like what we do now. And if that means destroying the entire higher order to get it, then that’s what we’ll do," Clyde said.

She gave him a tired but genuine smile. "Then let’s make it count."

They clinked their glasses softly, a quiet toast between two friends dreaming of something gentler than war.

Outside, the sky remained dark. But inside for just this moment, there was warmth.

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Graemory was seated in her private chamber, the dim crimson glow of the candle casting flickering shadows across the walls.

A half-full glass of deep red wine hung lazily in her fingers, untouched for the last several minutes.

Her crimson sharp and calculating eyes were unfocused now, staring into the hearth as if the flames could offer answers about what is in her mind.

The past few days had been quiet. Too quiet.

She hadn’t received any meaningful updates from the other Demon Kings. Whispers floated in and out of her court about rumors of war councils, closed-door meetings, and endless military preparations. All of it vague. All of it predictable.

Mobilize the legions and prepare themselves for Clyde.

That was the only thing coming through the courts. No talk of more strategy or plans. Just the same thing she heard from all over the higher realms.

Graemory’s lips curved into a faint, bitter smile as she brought the wine to her lips. Are they growing cautious... or simply clueless?

Were the other Demon Kings withholding information from anyone else beside themselves? Or was there truly nothing new to report?

She couldn’t tell. And that unsettled her more than she cared to admit.

A sudden two deliberate raps echoed through her chamber door. This was not her usual attendants or a servant.

She stood up swiftly and approached the door. With a wave of her hand, the locks clicked ope and the door creaked aside.

She froze. Standing before her was none other than Bael himsel. He stood towering, draped in ceremonial black, his horns gleaming faintly under the light. His ancient gaze met her eyes with calmness.

"My lord," Graemory said, her voice steady despite her surprise. She gave a graceful bow, then stepped aside. "This is unexpected. May I ask what brings you here?"

Bael offered her a rare smile. "Only to deliver a message. One that requires... a personal touch."

Graemory narrowed her eyes slightly, but gestured toward the seating area. "Please, then. Come in."

The door closed behind them, and they sat across from each other.

Bael accepted a glass of wine when offered, though he didn’t drink it immediately.

Graemory leaned forward slightly. "So, what is this message, my lord?"

"From the Council," Bael said simply. "Though I am its voice for now."

"And what does the Council need of me that warrants a visit from the First King himself?"

Bael tilted his head slightly, amused by her boldness. "They are watching this anomaly now. Closely. But they believe he is not the only one moving in the dark."

Graemory blinked. "Yes. He is moving with the other one, a woman."

"No. I believe that there was someone else. Or maybe more than one."

She said nothing, waiting for him to continue.

Graemory’s fingers tensed around her glass. "What does that mean, my lord?"

Bael’s eyes darkened, and the candlelight seemed to dim as he leaned forward.

"I have a feeling that there’s a traitor among us," he said. "One of the higher beings, or someone in our ranks."

Graemory blinked slowly, then furrowed her brow as if confused. "A traitor? Among the higher ranks? Is that even possible?"

Bael nodded once.

"I’ve just received confirmation tthat one of the World Masters has been aiding the anomalies."

Graemory’s fingers tightened involuntarily around her wine glass. She masked it with a sip, but her throat moved with a visible swallow as she processed the weight of his words.

"Because of that traiter they had access to the Bureau," Bael continued. "Then they retrieve coordinates to every domain. That’s how he’s been moving so easily across domains and managed to kill those five Celestials."

The words fell heavy in the air, each one dragging the temperature of the room down a few more degrees.

Graemory exhaled slowly, steadying her voice. "This... is terrifying."

Silence stretched for a moment as the fire crackled softly in the hearth.

Bael’s gaze remained locked on her. "You understand now why I came myself. This is not information to be scattered. It’s a message meant only for those who still carry certainty in their loyalty."

Graemory met his eyes. "Of course."

"I need your help, Graemory," Bael said. "We must tighten our circle. Anyone who shows irregular behavior or too curious about our movements, you need to mark them. Don’t confront. Just observe. Report only to me."

Graemory inclined her head. "It will be done, my lord."

Bael rose.

She stood with him, bowing slightly. "Thank you for your trust."

Bael gave her one final, long look but said no more as he turned and left the room.

The door closed behind him with a soft click.

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