Entering Apocalypse in Easy-Mode
Chapter 303: The Brewing Tense

Chapter 303: The Brewing Tense

The light surrounding Michael’s body faded few seconds later and a strange hissing sound filled the air.

Aelarin’s daggers that once gleaming with violet energy embedded on Michael’s back now lost their shape and dripping from his hands like molten wax before splattering onto the ground in a steaming, metallic heap.

In an instant, the weapons had been reduced to nothing, melted by Michael’s force.

Aelarin stumbled back, his hands trembling as he stared at the useless remains of his blades. He barely had time to register what had happened before Michael exhaled a slow sigh.

Behind him, the wounds on his back had already vanished as if they had never existed.

Kassiel who were still suspended midair gritted his teeth, his muscles straining against the invisible force that bound him.

He could feel the sheer impossible gulf of power that separated them now. Michael wasn’t just strong. He wasn’t just skilled. He was something else entirely.

Michael’s golden gaze swept over them. His expression become cold and unreadable. Then, he spoke in a voice both quiet and absolute.

"I think this is enough. You wouldn’t understand unless you see it for yourselves."

Before Kassiel could react, Michael’s hand closed around his throat. His vision blurred and darkness creeping in at the edges of his eyes. He tried to struggle but his body refused to obey.

The last thing he felt was the cold grip of his former master before the world faded to black.

Aelarin saw Kassiel crumple like a puppet with its strings cut. His body hit the ground with a dull thud.

Then, before Aelarin could react, Michael was suddenly in front of him—there was no sound of his movement and no warning from the dark elf’s instinct.

Just a blur.

Then darkness swallowed him too.

Elsa’s breath hitched as she watched them fall. A chill spread through her veins but she forced herself to move.

With every ounce of magic she had she poured her will into a desperate message that she aimed beyond this forsaken realm and hopefully beyond Michael’s reach.

She could feel the resistance in the air that trying to suffocate her spell. But she pushed through.

"I have to reach her."

The message pulsed outward, slipping through the cracks of the realm like a thread of silver light. She could only pray that it would find its way to Uriel.

But before she could finish, an iron grip closed around her throat.

Her entire body locked up as she was wrenched off the ground. Her vision swam but through the haze, she saw Michael’s face — flat, cold, unreadable.

No triumph, or rage and no hesitation.

Just inevitability.

The last thing Elsa saw before the darkness took her was those golden eyes staring back at her. The eyes that looked distant and empty as the void itself.

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The tension in the Far North almost reached its breaking point.

Uriel’s defiant words had ignited a fire that could no longer be smothered.

The Celestials that once reluctant to provoke outright war to them had begun to harden their stance. Their forces now stood in open hostility against the Archangels. They no longer content with veiled threats and quiet maneuvering like before because Uriel had openly insulting them, after endangering their lives.

And the Demons who never ones to shy away from chaos againts the Archangels, watched with growing anticipation.

A little bit far from the brewing conflict, deep within his camp, Demon King Belial reclined upon his obsidian throne with a knowing smile curling across his lips as he heard the latest reports.

Everything was proceeding as he had hoped. Even when he didn’t planned on this to happen.

"This is going to be good," he mused to himself.

Everything that placed the Archangels in a precarious position was a good news to him and the Demons. For centuries, the Archangels had lorded over the balance of power, upholding their so-called divine justice while keeping both Celestials and Demons in check.

But now? Now, they had sown the seeds of their own downfall.

And he would be the one to reap the harvest.

Across the chamber camp, his most trusted general Zaradorn, stood in silent anticipation. His crimson armor gleamed under the dim torchlight, his eyes still intense and burning with focus.

"What do you wish for me to do now, Your Majesty?" Zaradorn asked, his voice a smooth rumble of restrained excitement. He also glad about what happened to the Archangels.

Belial exhaled slowly, fingers tapping rhythmically against the armrest of his throne.

"For now, we just need to watch," he said. "Uriel is playing a dangerous game by provoking the Celestials and us as she is. It serves our interest but we must not be blind to its consequences."

Zaradorn inclined his head. "You think her actions may affect us as well?"

Belial’s gaze darkened. "The Black Wall looms over us all, general. No one truly knows what lies beyond it, not even the Celestials. And if Uriel’s interference triggers something beyond our expectations..."

His voice trailed off, leaving the unspoken threat hanging in the air like a blade waiting to drop.

Zaradorn bowed his head in understanding. "I will also have our scouts keep a closer watch on the Wall."

"Good." Belial waved a dismissive hand. "Go, and ensure we are ready. If something does emerge from that damned place I will not be caught unprepared."

The moment the words left his lips, the ground beneath them trembled.

A deep guttural rumbling echoed across the place. Dust shook from the ceiling, torches flickering as the very air seemed to vibrate with unseen energy.

Then, the sound came. The sound of raw, deafening and filled with rage.

The sound of hundreds, if not thousands, of monstrous voices howling in unison.

Belial’s smile vanished.

His fingers flexed, sharp claws glinting in the dim light.

"Just as I finished speaking," he muttered and rising from his throne.

He turned to Zaradorn. "Prepare the troops and go to that battle."

Without hesitation, Zaradorn saluted and vanished from the chamber, his booming voice already barking orders to the Demon legions outside.

Belial exhaled, rolling his shoulders as power surged through his form. The monsters from the Black Wall coming again. After what Uriel had done, he need to go there and see for himself if something else happened with the monsters that now appeared after that mysterious explosion before.

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