Beyond the Apocalypse
Chapter 531: Leaving Terra (III)

Chapter 531: Leaving Terra (III)

"I see your conviction, Singularity, and I will use my power to send you to a Doomsday World. When the time is right, I will bring you back to Terra."

The voice of the Plane Will thundered across the skies, echoing with a power that shook the very air. It was a divine decree that would not be broken.

"Yes! Success!" Vlad shouted inwardly, his joy boundless. He had hoped for this outcome, yet a kernel of doubt had lingered in his heart. If the Plane Will had refused him, he would have been trapped in Terra for the next few years, forced to bide his time without any real progression.

As the realization of his good fortune dawned on him, the overwhelming euphoria coursing through his heart gradually subsided, and a thoughtful look crept onto his face. He lifted his gaze once more to the golden sky.

"Plane Will, you mentioned you could send me and everything marked by my soul to the Doomsday World. Could you elaborate on that, please?" Vlad spoke in a measured, respectful tone. He was not naïve enough to believe that the Plane Will now regarded him as an equal merely because it had agreed to help.

The Depravita of Wrath was well aware that, despite its self-imposed limitations, Terra’s primordial consciousness was an ancient power capable of crushing even legendary beings. Its existence spanned countless eons, perhaps hundreds of millions of years—an age so great that mortal lifespans were but flickers in comparison.

A subtle hum filled the air, resonating in the mountain’s stones. It was as though the Plane Will took a moment to consider Vlad’s question, appreciating his deference.

"I mean that I will transport you and everything your soul has branded—summons, living weapons, contracted beasts, and so on. Because it is only one soul, it does not matter how widespread its influence is. I can send you and those marked by you into the Doomsday World and retrieve you all without much difficulty."

Those words sent a thrill of hope through Vlad. His eyes widened at the possibility. Initially, he had assumed he would venture alone, thinking that asking the Plane Will to teleport multiple people might be too much. Yet that doesn’t seem to be the case.

Steadying his surging emotions, Vlad bowed deeply. "I sincerely appreciate your help. I will handle a few final matters in Terra, and then I shall be ready to leave."

A faint shimmer coursed through the sky in answer. "Summon me once everything is complete."

With those final words, the golden hue rippling across the heavens abruptly vanished.

The Depravita of Wrath stayed silent for a time, allowing the enormity of this turn of events to settle. A swirl of thoughts chased each other in his consciousness, each one shaping the tapestry of plans he would now set into motion.

Finally, he activated his A.I. Chip, sending out a concise summons. "This is a call to gather. Come; we must discuss matters that will affect the future of the kingdom and the entire world."

Oceanis was a vast continent under his influence, and the communication towers and Proto Xaos Tower enabled messages like his to spread within minutes to its farthest corners.

As soon as the signal went out, Vlad exhaled, glancing to the horizon. Fragments of old memories flickered in his mind: the savage Leviathan War, the horrors he and his allies had conquered. The decisions he would make today would define the fate of Terra itself.

He allowed himself a few more minutes of solitude, taking a moment to rest his mind before all the discussion began. Unfortunately, he had little time to dwell in its solitude. A sudden vibration in the air announced the arrival of powerful beings.

Four streaks cut across the sky at supersonic speed, each trailing an elemental aura. A small yellow cat, a white werewolf, a majestic fire dragon, and a man wreathed in divine radiance landed gracefully near him.

Jormugandr, Ouroboros, Fafnir, and Overlord auras flared across the terrain. Their Life Level allowed them to fly, so they were the fastest to arrive. Their eyes swept the area, noting the lingering trace of the Plane Will’s presence like a phantom force in the atmosphere.

They exchanged silent glances, but no words passed yet. Instead, they nodded politely to Vlad, taking up positions around him. Though curiosity lit their gazes, they knew better than to bombard him with questions before the rest had arrived.

Time passed in silence. Within half an hour, a colossal golden giant appeared on the horizon, each of its footfalls sending minor tremors through the ground. Seated upon the giant’s shoulder was a middle-aged man with sharp, discerning features. Beside them, another figure radiating a feral aura, accompanied by a towering. The last man stood on top of a massive demonic soul.

Vlad recognized these newcomers at once: Grand Marshal Angius, Chief Councilor Alonz, and Duke Viserin. The trio advanced rapidly, their expressions reflecting both anticipation and measured wariness. Even they, battle-hardened as they were, sensed that an extraordinary event had taken place on this peak.

Soon thereafter, movement from another direction announced the arrival of the Royal Guardians. They were each formidable, exuding a dreadful potency that would make even Guardian-Tier Abyssals tremble. It was not long before a congregation of the strongest and most trusted figures in the Xaos Kingdom had gathered in the clearing at the mountain’s summit. Their faces shone with a mixture of loyalty and apprehension, for they knew Vlad did not issue such summons lightly.

These were the ones who had stood shoulder to shoulder with him against the Leviathans, forging an unbreakable bond through the crucible of war. Each wore an expression tempered by countless battles, yet beneath that stoicism lay curiosity, each mind buzzing with speculation about what Vlad would announce.

When the final group arrived, Vlad let his gaze sweep across them. His eyes were sharp, brimming with purpose and conviction. "Thank you all for coming," he began, his voice ringing with authority. He inhaled deeply, as though steeling himself. "I will leave Terra and march into a Doomsday World—a planet that has become one massive battlefield, where Sages and Legends roam the skies."