Dark Evolution Begins with Marrying an SSS-CLASS Blind Monster
Chapter 122: The Black-haired Girl

Chapter 122: The Black-haired Girl

Bathed in the glow of the rising sun, the colossal red staff loomed on the horizon, its imposing presence stretching far beyond the limits of mortal comprehension.

The sky above it crackled with dark clouds, striking its peak with static electricity, as if a seething tempest raged beneath their surface. A display of mystic power that defied explanation.

News of this enigmatic phenomenon had spread like wildfire, igniting the imaginations of citizens throughout the entire continent.

Whispers and rumors swept across the land, carrying tales of a sight so ethereal, so captivating, that it left all who beheld it speechless, their minds unable to fathom its true nature.

Once-clear skies had now surrendered to a somber shroud of darkness, veiled by the ominous clouds that swirled above. The vibrant greenery that once adorned the land had withered away, leaving behind a desolate wasteland devoid of life’s vibrant embrace.

The grand Zenith church, once a symbol of unwavering faith, now lay in ruins, reduced to nothing more than a mound of dust.

Yet, despite the desolation and destruction that surrounded them, an immense crowd had gathered, drawn like moths to an ethereal flame.

Each individual in the throng stood mesmerized, unable to tear their gaze away from the colossal weapon that stood before them. Whispers of disbelief filled the air, echoing through the mass of awestruck onlookers.

"What in the name of all that is holy... What manner of thing is this?"

"By the heavens above, it is of a magnitude beyond comprehension! How can such a thing exist?"

"Look! Is that not the hallowed Zenith church? But how can it be? The church was reduced to rubble!"

"Observe the crimson aura emanating from that colossal staff. It is a spectacle that defies all reason."

As the murmurs grew louder, the clamor of voices filled the atmosphere, an orchestra of awe and perplexity.

Never before had they borne witness to such an inexplicable marvel. Their minds struggled to grasp the enormity of the sight before them, yet they remained transfixed, unable to avert their gaze despite the lingering uncertainty that plagued their thoughts.

Amidst the tumultuous chaos that enveloped the crowd, a lone figure stood unwavering, her gaze fixed upon the crimson staff.

She remained motionless, seemingly untouched by the pandemonium that unfolded around her.

The girl’s features were concealed beneath a dark hood, veiling her countenance in shadow.

Yet, her presence radiated an undeniable authority, commanding the attention and reverence of those in her vicinity.

Draped in a flowing black robe that concealed her figure, she exuded an ominous aura, deepening the air of mystery that surrounded her.

"It appears that someone has already done what I came to do," she whispered softly, her voice serene as though she had just beheld a wondrous sight.

However, her smile swiftly faded, replaced by a bitter expression of disappointment.

"How unfortunate," she uttered, her words laced with regret.

In that very instant, the atmosphere quivered, as if a tempest of unfathomable fury raged just beneath the surface.

Without warning, obsidian liquid began to seep from the ground beneath the colossal staff, gradually taking on the form of a human figure.

The girl in black heaved a sigh, her hooded visage tilting upward to observe the creature materializing before the crimson staff.

"Hmph, so you finally reveal yourself," she declared, her voice resonating with contempt and disdain.

Meanwhile, a collective shudder coursed through the onlooking crowd, their eyes widening in astonishment at the extraordinary spectacle unfolding before them.

In an instant, the amorphous black liquid solidified into a brawny humanoid shape. It bore semblance to a man, yet its form remained indistinct, as if shaped by an artist’s unsteady hand.

The figure stood motionless, uttering no words, though its visage contorted with a profound loathing and resentment.

Its gaze fixated upon the girl in black, its lips curling into a grotesque snarl, emanating a palpable aura of hostility.

The girl regarded the figure with a sardonic smile, her eyes filled with a mixture of surprise and derision. "I must admit, it’s rather astonishing that you’ve managed to evade your demise until now," she uttered, her voice dripping with contempt.

The figure continued to fixate on her, but after a moment of seething silence, it spoke, its words reverberating through the air like an echo of hatred.

"Ugh, ugh! This is all your doing, you wretched bitch!"

His voice carried a deep-seated malice, causing a shiver to race through the crowd, their faces drained of color in the presence of this dark abomination.

However, despite the overwhelming malevolence emanating from the figure, the girl’s countenance remained unchanged, her expression a mix of disdain and amusement.

"Is that so? What a pity," she taunted, her voice laced with mockery. "But alas, this is the result of my actions. How can I be blamed? You are but a pitiful creature."

As her words hung in the air, the manlike figure moved, taking a deliberate step toward her, its advance causing tremors to erupt from the ground beneath its feet.

The crowd stumbled backward in a frenzy, their panicked voices filling the air.

"Whoa! Keep your distance from us!"

"H-Hey, it’s moving!"

"We must flee!"

However, the figure paid no heed to their frantic pleas.

It continued its relentless march toward the girl in black, who stood unwavering, resolute in the face of its menacing presence.

With a swift motion, the manlike figure raised its arm, lunging at the girl, its intent to kill unmistakable.

However, she remained unperturbed, her unwavering gaze fixed upon the figure’s every movement.

"Ugh, ugh! Perish, you wretched witch!" the figure hissed, its voice dripping with venomous intent.

Undeterred by its vile words, the girl stood firm, her composure unyielding, as if carved from stone.

...

"This is known as God’s Tower," Kali, Baroy’s most trusted soldier, elucidated, his finger extending toward the towering structure that lay in the distance.

Nellas’s gaze fell upon the monument, its grandeur and magnitude captivating him in an instant.

His eyes traced the intricate carvings that adorned its outer walls, each stroke etching scenes of epic battles, tender romances, and mythical creatures.

’It is cool and all but nothing spectacular,’ Nellas thought to himself, growing weary of Kali’s prolonged exposition. ’How much longer will he prattle on?’

"Let us ascend," Kali beckoned, pointing to the tower’s summit, where a balcony awaited. "The view of the entire city from there is truly remarkable."

"Listen, Kali, it may be alluring, but I—" Nellas began to protest, his words abruptly halted by a resounding blast.

The impact shook the very ground beneath them, followed by a thunderous roar that reverberated throughout the entire continent.

"What is happening?" Kali’s voice quavered with fear and panic, yet Nellas’s countenance remained unchanged. Together, they turned their attention toward the source of the explosion.

And there, suspended in the air, they beheld a black-haired girl locked in a fierce clash with a dark humanoid figure.

Nellas’s eyes widened in disbelief. "It can’t be," he whispered, his voice barely audible amidst the chaos of his racing mind.

Struggling to reconcile the scene before him with his own understanding of reality, "H-how?" he muffled, taking a few steps forward as millions of thoughts ran through his head.