Entering Apocalypse in Easy-Mode
Chapter 297: Unexpected Outcome

Chapter 297: Unexpected Outcome

The explosion rippled across the region. It was a deafening roar that left the air thick with an strange energy from the Wall. The shockwave’s force slammed into the gathered forces like a tidal wave and sending low-ranked soldiers sprawling to the ground instantly. Those of higher rank managed to stay on their feet but the effort left them visibly shaken, their knees threatening to buckle under the sheer weight of the energy.

A heavy silence followed, broken only by the muffled groans of soldiers and the trace of residual energy still radiating from the Black Wall. Fear crept into the soldier’s hearts, growing like a shadow as they exchanged uneasy glances to each other. Even the most battle-hardened among them couldn’t suppress the gnawing sense of dread.

Meanwhile, Uriel and Gabriel stood rooted in their place, their wings trembling faintly as they exchanged a grave look.

The explosion hadn’t been part of their pla and they was afraid that the consequences were already spiraling out of their control. Their minds swirling with thoughts as they processed the implications. Is is because they sent them that this explosion happened?

"The three scouts..." Uriel’s voice was so low that it soundeed almost like a whisper but the weight of her worry made her words feel louder than the aftermath of the blast.

Gabriel’s jaw tightened.

"Maybe we sent them in too soon," he admitted, his hand gripping his glowing sword. "We should have waited some time more. That blast... we have no way of knowing if they’re alive or..."

He trailed off, the unspoken possibility hanging between them.

Uriel turned her gaze back to the Black Wall, its gaping fissure pulsating ominously with dark energy. She clenched her fists at her sides, the hilt of her sword digging into her palm.

Around them, the other factions—Demons and Celestials alike—were descending into chaos. Their calm demeanor was beginning to crack under the strain of the unknown new problem that suddenly occurred.

Demon King shout the order to their generals, and the generals shouted commands, their booming voices tinged with frustration. Many of their soldiers growled and hissed as they tried to wakes up again.

On the Celestial side, the tension was also as hard as them. Some of the Gods and Godesses clutched their weapons tightl and muttering curses under their breath as they scanned the horizon for answers. Others erupted into frustrated arguments with voices rising in exasperation.

"This is madness!" a demon roared, his sharp claws digging into the dirt as his red eyes flared with rage. "We stand here blind and powerless while that accursed wall laughs in our faces!"

Appearantely, he was tired to be kept waiting and anxiously wondering what is happening. Just like Uriel, Gabriel, and the rest of them.

The outburst only served to amplify the growing discord. The factions were shouting at one another now, their anger directed at no one and everyone at once.

Gabriel glanced toward the escalating tensions, his eyes narrowing. "We’ll tear each other apart before we even understand what we’re up against."

Uriel nodded grimly. "We don’t have time for this! We need to stabilize the situation, or this truce will crumble before the real battle even begins.

Uriel and Gabriel then exchanged a tense glance, a silent agreement passing between them. They needed answers fast.

Gabriel closed his eyes, reaching out telepathically to his scout, Aelarin. His mind brushed against the familiar thread of the dark elf’s consciousness that feels faint but fortunately still intact. He felt relief washed over him.

"Aelarin," Gabriel spoke through the mental link. "Report your status. Are you alive?"

The response came after a pause, Aelarin’s said in faint voice. "I’m here, my lord. I’m still alive.... Something... happened when we breached the Wall. We were pulled into... I don’t know what to call it."

Gabriel’s shoulders relaxed slightly, and he opened his eyes, nodding to Uriel. "Aelarin is alive," he said, his voice calmer now. "He’s disoriented but unharmed."

Uriel mirrored his actions, closing her own eyes and reaching out to Elsa, her scout. The connection took longer to establish but finally, she felt the familiar presence of the her scout.

"Elsa," Uriel’s voice echoed in the telepathic link. "What’s your status? Are you and Kassiel still alive?"

There was a moment of static before Elsa’s voice came through her mind. "I’m here, Lady Uriel. Kassiel is with me as well. We’re both alive, but the situation is strange. Something’s wrong with this place."

Uriel exhaled in relief, opening her eyes and meeting Gabriel’s gaze.

"They’re alive," she confirmed, her voice steadier now. "Elsa says Kassiel is with her. At least we know they made it through."

Gabriel nodded, his lips pressing into a thin line. "You ask her what they’re seeing. We need to know what’s on the other side of that Wall."

Uriel reestablished the link agan. And said, "Elsa, what do you see? What happened when you entered the Wall?"

There was a pause before Elsa’s reply came, her tone felt uneasy. "We were pulled by dozens of strange black limbs into something. A place. The air is heavy here and it’s pressing down on us. There’s this dark fog everywhere. It’s hard to see more than a few steps ahead, and the ground... it’s strange. Solid but cold, like walking on black glass. I’ve never felt anything like it."

Uriel’s brow furrowed as she listened, the description painting a grim picture in her mind. "Can you move freely? Is there any sign of life or danger?"

"We’re moving, but cautiously," Elsa replied. "No immediate threats for now, but this fog feels alive, My Lady. I feel like they are watching us. And there’s something ahead, a faint glow in the distance. We also saw the same glow before. We’re making our way toward it now."

Uriel relayed the information to Gabriel. "They’re in a place shrouded in dark fog, with black, glass-like ground. They’re heading toward some kind of glow in the distance."

Gabriel’s expression hardened. "This doesn’t sound like any realm we know. The Black Wall must be some kind of portal that have transported them to somewhere else. Those monsters also must be coming from the realm behind it."

Uriel nodded. "We need to keep the our contact with them."

"Yes," Gabriel said. "I’ll maintain contact with Aelarin and guide him if necessary. We need to keep them alive until we understand what they’ve stumbled into."

Uriel turned her gaze back to the Black Wall, its fissure still pulsing ominously. Whatever lay beyond it was no longer just a mystery when the scouts relay the information about what they saw inside it.

"Let’s hope they find answers before the Wall decides to throw something else at us," she muttered, her grip tightening on her sword.

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On the other side of the battlefield, within the ranks of the Demon King’s army, a towering figure stood amidst the chaos. He was High General Zaradorn, one of King Belial’s most trusted lieutenants.

A figure emerged from the ranks, weaving through the throng of soldiers. It was a messenger—a mage draped in dark flowing robes adorned with crimson sigils that marked her as one of Belial’s arcane operatives.

Zaradorn noticed her approach and turned his piercing gaze on her. "Speak quickly, Vayra. What news do you bring?"

Vayra bowed her head respectfully. "My lord, I have been monitoring the energy fluxes around the battlefield as per His Majesty’s orders. There is something strange occurring within the Archangel’s sector."

Zaradorn’s frown deepened. "Strange? Be more specific."

"Three surge of Angel’s energy flying out from their position moments ago. They are headed toward the Black Wall."

The high general growled low in his throat. "If this is true, then the Archangels may have planning something they do not understand and created the explosion earlier." He stepped closer to Vayra, his towering form casting a shadow over her. "What you think of it?"

"I believe the Archangels sent scouts into the the Wall," Vyra said.

Zaradorn’s crimson eyes narrowed as he absorbed Vayra’s words. His gauntleted hand clenched. The Archangels’ meddling in the Black Wall wasn’t unexpected, but the explosion hinted that they just did a reckless plan.

"Come with me, Vayra," Zaradorn ordered. "We will take this directly to His Majesty. He will decide how we respond to this trespass."

Vayra nodded without hesitation, her dark robes trailing behind her as she fell into step beside Zaradorn.

The towering general pushed through the throng of soldiers. The demons moved aside, their eyes filled with equal parts fear and respect. Zaradorn was a living symbol of Belial’s power—a warrior who had slaughtered entire Angel legions without faltering.

The two made their way to the Demon King’s command tent. It was an ominous structure made of shadow-infused leather and draped in crimson banners marked with the sigil of Belial.

Two hulking demon guards stood watch at the tent’s entrance. Their glowing, ember-like eyes flicked to Zaradorn and they immediately uncrossed their weapons, stepping aside without a word. The general barely acknowledged them as he strode forward pushing aside the heavy tent flaps with one armored hand.

Inside, the air was thick with a suffocating heat that seemed to emanate from the very presence of King Belial. The Demon King sat on a throne carved from black obsidian and bone.

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