Chapter 363: The Arrival Of The Undead King
[Unknown World.]
Deep within the suffocating abyss of a sealed realm, Julian eyes snapped open, the sudden, blinding surge of distant energy violently pulling him from his meditation. He jumped to his feet in absolute shock, his dark aura flaring as the shadows behind his obsidian throne shifted. The cavernous space rumbled as the Primordial Hydra, the beast older than the current epoch, moved out from the void, its biggest, most terrifying head looming over the space.
"Golden Angel Clan?! I thought they were all wiped out?!" He asked in shock, his voice echoing against the unbreakable boundaries of his prison. The sheer impossibility of the sensation tore at his understanding of history.
"I also can’t believe this, one survived... Feeling his pure energy, he is a direct bloodline from the royal family." The Hydra muttered, its massive reptilian eyes wide with genuine awe.
Julian stared intensely at the apocalyptic sky of his cage, analyzing the eight seals—The massive, burning black suns that locked him away from the world. A deep, troubled frown formed on his face: "This just got complicated... Can you tell me his whereabouts?!" He asked, his mind racing to calculate the catastrophic variables.
The Primordial Hydra slowly closed his massive eyes, channeling his ancient cosmic senses through the dimensional rifts. After some agonizing seconds, he opened them again, the vertical slits narrowing:
"Second world... He is also close to that girl." He answered, the deep rumbling of his voice vibrating the stone floor.
"Huh? He is close to Mirabella?!" Julian asked in profound disbelief, violently turning around to face the towering Hydra. A sudden, irrational wave of dark jealousy and panic seized his heart:
"Is he courting her?!" He asked, his fists clenching tight enough to draw blood.
"I don’t know about that... You should think of a way out of here, unless your bride will be stolen from you." He said sarcastically, the beast amused by the supreme conqueror’s sudden insecurity.
"I am being serious here!! His blood is even more precious than the dragon clan!! Every single creature will find a way to get his blood!! Staying close to Mirabella will only draw more enemies towards her!!" He yelled at the Hydra, his possessive fury masking a deep, terrifying fear for her safety.
A Golden Angel was a walking treasure; their very existence was a beacon for unparalleled greed.