Chapter 591: Second Stage
The shattered remains of the Three Commandments of Monarch—Garil, Loxus, and Reiner—those very same bodies that had been obliterated by Max’s golden swords, reduced to scattered flesh, shattered limbs, and charred armor, suddenly began to twitch.
Bit by bit, bone fragments, muscle sinew, and torn roots of energy slithered across the stone floor like strands of fate being pulled by invisible threads. The dismembered parts gravitated toward each other, humming with a low, unnatural resonance, and began to piece themselves back together.
What had moments ago been nothing more than disfigured corpses were now reforming, reconstructing cell by cell, essence by essence, until three whole figures stood tall once again in the clearing.
Their clothes tattered, their faces pale, but their auras unmistakably intact. Their eyes flickered open, burning with a dull light as if pulled back from the brink of oblivion. And as they stood—silent, motionless, and eerily calm—it was as if they had never died in the first place.
No signs of trauma, no visible wounds, just rebirth in its most twisted form.
The battlefield that had been cleared with divine precision just moments before was now once again haunted by the very monsters who were supposed to have been annihilated. But no one remained to see this. No one was there to understand what this meant.
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Max found himself standing in an eerie, vast hall, unlike anything he had ever seen before. The moment he stepped through the portal, the hum of the portal was replaced by a silence so quiet that even his own breath felt too loud.
There was no roof above his head, and when he looked up, there wasn’t a sky or even stars—only an endless darkness, stretching in all directions, swallowing any sense of depth or horizon.
And yet, despite the oppressive void overhead, the entire hall was bathed in an unnatural brightness, as if some invisible source of light emanated from the very walls and floor themselves.