Chapter 1747: Eighth Dark Tree
Chapter 1747: Eighth Dark Tree
Facing the horrors that the Scarlet King had promised, the werewolves and vampires lowered their weapons. Defensive formations collapsed, the glow of wards and barriers dimmed, and the towering gates of the Blood and Silver Moons Fortress creaked open, surrendering to the inevitable.
The forces of the Scarlet Crusade stepped in with purpose and order.
From the front lines, Bahamut and Elder Alume exchanged brief glances, and upon confirming that all hostilities had ceased, they moved into action. Dragons and saintesses began pouring into the fortress in formation, securing key positions and establishing full control over the city’s infrastructure. It was critical to stabilize the region before planting the Dark Root.
While the majority of the Scarlet Crusade’s soldiers focused on strategic deployment, one figure moved with intent toward Cain.
Meylin.
Cain was ready to return to meditation, to digest the insights gained from the assimilation of the Blood Queen’s consciousness, but the moment he saw Meylin approaching, a genuine smile softened his fierce expression. His obsidian-armored form shifted, melting back into his human guise, and without hesitation, he stepped forward and embraced her.
The Neo-Demon and the Depravita had not seen each other in nearly a decade. In that moment, words became unnecessary. Their embrace tightened as they poured ten years of suppressed emotion into that single, silent connection. For five full minutes, the two stood like that, unmoving amid the shifting tides of conquest.
At last, they pulled away, eyes locking with a shared smile. Then, hand in hand, they rose into the sky, turning their attention to the heart of the fortress.
Below them, dragons and saintesses were escorting civilians from their homes—not out of cruelty, but out of caution. The implantation of a Dark Root was no minor event. Its awakening would reshape reality, tear at the land, and release energies no mortal could withstand. Even beings below the Legendary Realm risked death if caught near it.
Cain, despite his ruthless pragmatism in war, held a different perspective when it came to mortals. While he could witness billions of cultivators fall without blinking, innocent lives—children, elders, and noncombatants—were a different matter.
As the evacuation continued, Meylin turned toward Cain, her eyes glimmering with curiosity.