Entering Apocalypse in Easy-Mode
Chapter 382: Concern And Determination

Chapter 382: Concern And Determination

Clyde vanished into the portal. A moment later, the portal disappeared from the domain as well, leaving behind a suffocating silence that settled over Gabriel.

The chains he had conjured to bind Clyde shattered into thousands of particles of light, drifting around him before slowly falling to the ground.

Gabriel’s face was flushed, his breath ragged, his expression hard.

With a furious roar, he swung his sword, unleashing a wave of energy that tore through trees, grass, and hills in its path. But in the end, it did nothing to ease his frustration. The anger still burned hot inside him.

His thoughts shifted to Uriel, who remained motionless in the massive crater, her body in a pitiful state. Immediately, Gabriel soared toward her.

"Uriel!" he called as he landed beside her.

She let out only a weak whimper—she was gravely injured. The wounds on her chest were severe.

But Gabriel sensed it wasn’t just her physical injuries that had left her in this condition. Her heart and mind had also been shaken by what had happened.

Her magic was dimming, her flames barely flickering, weak and unstable. This was not like Uriel at all. The encounter with that man—no, that anomaly—had left her in this state.

For now, he had no time to deal with that creature. But later, once the alliance was formed, he would make Clyde pay for what he had done to Uriel.

Lifting her into his arms, Gabriel spread his wings—only for sharp pain to shoot through his entire body, especially his hand where Clyde had cut him. He grimaced.

He forced the pain aside, replacing it with fury.

With a powerful beat of his wings, he took off, leaving Uriel’s domain behind.

His next destination was the other Archangels. He had to report what he had seen. They needed to know about this creature so they could be prepared for the next time they encountered him.

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Clyde emerged from the portal and landed heavily in front of his mansion. As soon as his boots hit the groun his knees nearly buckled.

Only then did he fully register just how much fatigue weighed down his body. The exhaustion that had been creeping at the edges of his mind now crashed into him all at once.

Several soldiers standing nearby immediately rushed toward him, their eyes widening in alarm.

"My lord!" one of them called out, reaching out to steady him.

Clyde exhaled sharply and waved them off.

"I’m fine," he muttered, straightening himself.

The soldiers hesitated, their gazes flickering over his battered form.

He now have a white coat that looks tattered, his body marked with fresh wounds and scorch marks. But more than that, they could feel an unmistakable presence lingering on him.

The remnants of Archangel magic still clung to his skin, a hostile aura to the Demonic soldiers surrounding him.

Their expressions wavered between shock and confusion. Had he fought an Archangel?

None of them dared to voice the question. The silence stretched, thick with unspoken thoughts.

Then Clyde spoke.

"I’m going to rest," he said flatly.

That single statement, simple as it was, sent another ripple of tension through the soldiers. If he needed rest, then that meant yes. Their suspicions were confirmed. Clyde had gone head-to-head with an Archangel.

No one said a word, but the way they stepped back, watching him with a mixture of wariness and silent respect, made it clear that they understood.

Clyde turned away and headed inside the mansion, the heavy doors shutting behind him with a low thud.

As he walked through the halls, his thoughts churned, replaying the battle that had just taken place.

Gabriel.

Clyde clenched his jaw. He hadn’t expected to fight two Archangels today, after he was already worn from his battle with Uriel.

He hadn’t even been at full strength. Had Gabriel arrived just a few moments later, he could have killed Uriel.

That thought made his hands curl into fists.

"Tch," he clicked his tongue, frustration simmering beneath his exhaustion.

Uriel had been moments away from death, her divine fire almost extinguished. But Gabriel had appeared at just the right moment to interfere.

If he had been at his peak and hadn’t already expended so much power he knew the fight would have ended differently.

Asqa heard the familiar sound of Clyde’s footsteps, though they were slower, heavier than usual.

The moment she saw him she rushed forward, catching his arm and pulling it over her shoulder to help support his weight.

His body was battered and there was dried blood staining the fabric.

"What happened to you?" she asked, her voice sharp with concern.

Clyde exhaled through his nose, his smirk faint but present. "Just fought two Archangels."

Asqa froze mid-step. Her head snapped toward him, eyes wide in disbelief.

"You... what?"

"You heard me," Clyde said, amused by her reaction.

"You just fought two Archangels?" she repeated, as if saying it out loud would make it sound less insane.

Clyde simply nodded, the corner of his lips curling upward. "Pretty tough."

"Tough? It’s impossible that you’re still alive right now!" Asqa shot back, her grip on him tightening as if to make sure he was real and not some ghost that had wandered back from the battlefield.

Clyde chuckled at that. "If I told you what happened next, you’d be even more shocked."

Asqa gave him a wary look. "What?"

"I almost killed Uriel," he said casually. "But then Gabriel showed up. I think it was him. Not entirely sure."

Asqa stopped walking for a brief moment.

She didn’t speak, didn’t even react the way Clyde expected her to. She just stared ahead, lips slightly parted, as if her brain was still trying to process the weight of his words.

Clyde let her have that silence.

They continued walking, neither saying anything until they finally reached his chamber.

Arriving at his room, Clyde sat down on the bed and let out a long sigh. Asqa moved beside him, lifting her hands.

A faint glow surrounded her palms as she activated her healing skill, [Vital Rejuvenation].

Soft waves of golden energy spread over Clyde’s body, seeping into his wounds and muscles. The pain dulled almost instantly, replaced by a soothing warmth that eased his exhaustion.

Clyde let out a satisfied exhale. "That feels amazing. Thanks."

Asqa didn’t respond immediately. Instead, she studied him, her brows slightly furrowed. Then, after a moment she finally asked, "So? What did you get from there? What was your purpose in going back to Uriel’s domain?"

Clyde leaned back slightly, resting his arms behind him. "It was an order from the Ancient One."

At the mention of that name, Asqa’s expression shifted slightly.

She had already suspected something like this, but hearing it confirmed still made her uneasy.

"The Ancient One...?" she repeated, even though she already had a feeling she knew the answer.

Clyde nodded. "The ancient god that caused all of this. I think It is the one who were called the Outer God. But I can’t confirm it."

Asqa wasn’t as surprised as he expected.

She simply pressed her lips together, her eyes narrowing as if piecing things together. Clyde noticed and smirked slightly.

"You already had your suspicions, didn’t you?" Clyde said.

She didn’t answer that, which was enough of an answer.

Instead, she took a breath and asked something else. "How long before everything is destroyed?"

Clyde’s smirk faded. He glanced at her, sensing something behind her question. "I don’t know," he admitted. "Why? Are you worried about something?"

Asqa went silent, her gaze dropping slightly as she seemed to think about her next words. Then, after a moment, she sighed.

"Not really," she said. "I never cared for the higher beings. They treat us like pawns and tools. Even the ones that act like they care for us... in the end, they’re all using the apocalypse, using the nightmare and terror, to select the strongest of us. And then they ’harvest’ those they deem worthy to become their followers."

There was no hesitation in her words, only raw truth. And Clyde had nothing to say to refute that because he also agreed.

"For now, we’re safe," he said. "You don’t need to worry."

But Asqa didn’t look convinced. Her lips pressed into a thin line, and her fingers curled slightly as if she were holding back her frustration.

"How can I not?" she said. "You just fought two Archangels. Blatantly. That means your existence and threat is going to spread among the higher beings."

She took a step back, arms crossing as she thought through the implications.

"They’ll come here, Clyde. And they’ll hunt us."

Clyde remained silent. Because she was right.

He let out a slow breath, then said, "Then probably we need accelerate the destruction."

A flicker of something dangerous passed through his eyes. A sharp, calculated edge that sent a shiver down Asqa’s spine.

She studied him for a moment, then took a deep breath. "Then I need to get stronger too."

Clyde raised a brow.

"If things are going to escalate," Asqa said, "then I won’t just stand by and watch. I don’t want to be protected, I want to fight."

Clyde smirked. "Not a bad idea."

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