Rise of the Lustful Evil Monarch (Re)

Third Person’s POV

Her palms glowed with a deep, serene blue light that spread outward in expanding waves, quickly covering the entire island beneath her feet.

The others, still standing nearby, felt that cold energy pass over them, and although it caused a slight chill to run through their bodies, none of them panicked, as they trusted that her actions were controlled and would not harm them.

In the next instant, the ground trembled and cracks spread across the icy surface.

From within those fractures, a massive figure began to emerge in the next moment.

A towering ice golem, nearly five metres tall, rose from the ground.

Its form was solid and imposing as dense mist continuously flowed from its body, giving it an almost living presence.

Its crystal blue eyes glowed faintly, their color matching that of the coffin, while its well-defined limbs and broad frame gave it the appearance of a powerful warrior carved from living ice.

It looked almost alive.

But the absence of breath and the stillness beneath its movements made it clear that it was nothing more than a construct animated by magic.

The blue-haired woman raised her hand slightly and gestured toward the coffin.

The golem responded immediately.

It took a single heavy step and appeared beside the coffin in an instant.

Bending down, he lifted it effortlessly with both hands before securing it firmly against its shoulders.

"Alright," she said calmly as she turned toward Arlene with a faint smile, her earlier seriousness easing slightly, "there is nothing left here that is worth our time anymore."

Her gaze lingered briefly.

"So it’s time to return... to the Ice Emperor City."

With that, she turned and rose into the air, flying toward the shore of the pond without hesitation.

A moment later, the ice golem followed.

Its massive body shot upward in the air smoothly, carrying the coffin with it as it moved through the air with surprising speed and control, like a being of the Sky Realm itself.

Watching that sight, the others could not help but feel a fresh wave of astonishment rise within them, as even after everything they had witnessed today, the ability of a conjured golem to fly with such precision and power was something they had never imagined possible.

However, they did not remain rooted in place like stunned statues, as the constant succession of shocking displays they had witnessed since the moment the blue-haired woman had revealed herself had already begun to dull their initial reactions.

They had gradually grown accustomed to the overwhelming and refined power she wielded so effortlessly.

Not a single spell she had used could be described as ordinary.

Each one had carried immense destructive might while at the same time demonstrating a level of control and sophistication that they had never even imagined possible, leaving behind not just awe, but a quiet realization of the vast gap that existed between them and her.

Without wasting any more time, the group hurriedly followed her out of the cavern, retracing their path through the vast icy interior until they finally emerged back into the open.

They soon reached the towering heights of the Twin Fang Mountains once again, where the biting winds and swirling snow greeted them like an old and familiar enemy.

The blue-haired woman had already stopped at the foot of the mountain, waiting for them with a composed expression.

The moment they arrived near her, she did not speak a single word but simply moved forward, rising into the air as she gestured lightly for them to follow behind her.

She deliberately reduced her speed and flew at a lower altitude close to the ground, maintaining a pace that allowed the others to keep up using their movement techniques, as, aside from the armored master, none of them possessed the ability to fly freely.

The ice golem followed closely behind her, its massive form moving with surprising fluidity as it carried the dark blue coffin securely upon its shoulders, its heavy presence accompanied by a constant emission of cold mist that trailed behind it like a drifting veil.

Arlene and the others pushed themselves to their limits, their bodies moving swiftly across the uneven terrain as they did their best to match the pace set by the blue-haired woman, their breaths forming white clouds in the freezing air as they ran.

During their initial journey toward the Twin Fang Mountains, they had been forced to remain constantly vigilant and wary of sudden attacks from ice element magical beasts and hybrid frost creatures that lurked within the harsh terrain, making every step a calculated risk.

But this time, the situation was entirely different.

To their astonishment, the moment any of those creatures sensed the approaching presence of the ice golem and the aura it radiated, they fled without hesitation and disappeared into the vast expanse of snow and ice as if avoiding a natural predator far above their level.

Although it should not have been surprising given what they had witnessed, the ease with which the path cleared before them still left them momentarily speechless.

In this manner, they traveled continuously across the treacherous landscape and passed through frozen mountain ridges, deep and shadowed icy gorges, and endless snow-covered plains that stretched beyond the horizon, until after nearly four days of relentless movement, the harsh mountainous terrain finally began to recede.

Ahead of them, they could see the transition as the jagged peaks finally gave way to vast icy plains dotted with dense conifer forests, marking the edge of the most perilous region they had endured.

A visible sense of relief appeared on the faces of the young maid, Arlene, and Uncle Caspian’s grandson, and their expressions softened as the realization settled in that they were finally leaving behind that unforgiving land.

The dreams they had once carried of adventure, of battling powerful creatures and uncovering hidden, precious treasures, had long since been replaced by exhaustion and a quiet yearning for safety.

At this moment, they desired nothing more than the warmth, comfort, and familiarity of their homes and the protected luxury of their city.