Chapter 1691: Jarkal
Chapter 1691: Jarkal
There was a massive tree that grew upon the summit of a volcano—an ancient, living monolith whose roots delved deep into the magma below, feeding on the molten fury of the earth’s heart. From its core, waves of volatile energy pulsed outward in all directions, saturating the land with heat and divine power.
This was no ordinary tree. It was colossal beyond measure, so vast that it served as a living city. Entire civilizations thrived within its enormous trunk and branches, with millions of inhabitants calling its hollowed roots and bark-covered towers home. At the very heart of this tree—deep within a chamber carved from obsidian bark and glowing with molten veins—sat a figure who looked less like a man and more like a monument to wrath and primordial destruction.
His name was Jarkal.
He was an entity carved from fury, forged from flame, and bound together by divine will. His body was composed of jagged, obsidian-like bark fused with glowing magma. Lava-like veins pulsed across his skin, radiating both scalding heat and an overwhelming aura of raw divine energy.
Embedded in his chest was a blazing core—a heart of pure flame that burned with the intensity of a dying star. From his head rose antler-like branches of shadowed flame, twisting upward like smoke into the sky.
Embers drifted from them, shimmering like fireflies in the air. His face was featureless, shrouded in darkness, save for four crimson eyes that blazed like burning coals—eyes that held ancient wisdom, but also unrelenting rage.
Around him, shadows and inferno swirled in perfect harmony. Though his form was alien, monstrous even, the presence of a Godslayer Humankind radiated unmistakably from him.
Jarkal was the sole ruler of the Volcano Tree, a Lord-Tier Organization with dominion over vast lands. Though his faction boasted only one Prima Deity—himself—none dared challenge his authority. His madness in battle was matched only by his power. As a Late Stage Prima Deity, he held absolute mastery over the Laws of Fire and Shadow, shaping both with terrifying ease.
Jarkal was in the middle of intense meditation and internal training when he suddenly frowned. His eyes snapped open as he noticed a subtle glow emanating from the ring on his hand. A single thought allowed him to hear the voice of his commander, informing him that the forces of the Divine Calamity Heaven had made their move. He was to head to the battlefield at once.