Chapter 422
As if to punctuate his words, a heavy, dramatic thud reverberated through the building, shaking its foundations. Nwadiebeube and the others exchanged startled glances, thinking it was some kind of illusion or aftershock. But then, another thud followed, closer this time, more forceful.
Nwadiebeube, followed closely by his council members and the princess, rushed to the balcony. What they saw there stole their breath away.
In the distance, yet undeniably massive, was the largest apeling Nwadiebeube had ever seen. Its size was staggering, dwarfing anything he had previously witnessed. The apeling was clad in gleaming armor, and it carried an enormous pillar.
A closer look at the pillar revealed strange, never-before-seen runes etched into its surface. Ikem, the apeling, seemed to sense their observation. He turned his gaze towards them, and upon recognizing Nwadiebeube, he looked away dismissively, continuing his deliberate, earth-shaking stride. Each step was accompanied by another resounding thud, a testament to the apeling’s immense size and power.
The sight was both awe-inspiring and terrifying. This was no ordinary apeling. This was something... more. The sheer scale of the creature, the strange runes, and the casual dismissal of their presence sent a clear message: They were witnessing something far beyond their comprehension, something that dwarfed their own concerns and struggles. The zealots’ departure, the destruction of the city, the arrival of this colossal apeling—it all pointed to a larger conflict, a cosmic drama unfolding before their very eyes. And they, the kings and rulers of men, were merely insignificant spectators.
And so they watched in silence as Ikem continued his walk as he went past their city and heading off into the distance. Looking at the giant back and the dismissive gaze, Nwadiebube clenched his fist "Someday, the will also rise to such a position"
The same horrifying spectacle was playing out across the globe, each continent bearing witness to a unique form of devastation. A chosen city would be isolated beneath a crimson dome, only to reappear moments later, transformed and devoid of its inhabitants.
The Zealots unleashed upon Ursula were those influenced by the God of Sea and Storms—shark-like figures with exaggerated features, their razor-sharp teeth dripping with a dark, watery venom. The city targeted by these Zealots had become a flooded ruin. Dark, brackish water surged through the streets, spreading outward and contaminating the surrounding lands. The red dome had vanished, leaving behind a scene of aquatic horror.
As for Maul, the Zealot he faced was a fusion of two kinds—Feathered Zealots and undead Zealots. The latter came in various forms, ranging from skeletal beings to rotting zombies and wraith-like figures. When the red dome lifted, an eerie silence settled over the city. The observatories remained strangely intact, but the people were gone. An unsettling stillness hung in the air, an overwhelming sense of emptiness. Those who dared to look closer would witness the walls and buildings crumbling into dust, as if the very life had been drained from the city. The night wind carried away the remnants, whispering through the desolation.