Chapter 1774: Trapped
The Dragon Empress Tiamat noticed the hesitation in the Lord of the Void’s gaze, and a small, calculating smile curled across her lips. "If you wish," she spoke with a regal, melodic tone, "we could speak business in your kingdom as you make your decision. Once we are finished, we can return to the chaos beyond the realm and determine the fate of your man. After all, if he is so pathetic that he cannot endure the length of a simple conversation, is he even worthy of holding a Divine Kingdom?"
The Lord of the Void’s eyes narrowed, and meaningful light flickered within their depths. Tiamat’s words were masterfully calculated—allowing the Lord of the Void to save face while giving Cain the perfect opportunity to crush the Sun Lord. It was a shrewd, tactical move, one that revealed Tiamat’s true nature: an empress not only of power but of wisdom and ruthless cunning.
But then, a subtle shift crossed her face. Her smile widened—losing its warmth—and in its place emerged a chilling, brutal intensity, as if her presence alone could drown the cosmos in endless slaughter. Her words followed like a blade to the throat. "Of course... if you refuse, we can always fight to the death here and now."
A collective silence fell across the chaos beyond the Second Realm. Countless gazes locked onto this exchange, even distant ArchDeities who rarely meddled in such affairs paused to watch with intrigue.
Tiamat’s words—sharp, decisive, and merciless—echoed through the void. She had demonstrated the finesse of a diplomat, the strategy of a grandmaster, and the cold-hearted will of an apex predator. Even those who had doubted her could not help but nod in respect, acknowledging her as a true powerhouse worthy of her title.
The Lord of the Void’s eyes remained fixed on Tiamat for a long, tense moment. Then, with a faint nod, his gargantuan incarnation melted back into a swirling sea of soul force, retreating toward the distant glow of his Divine Kingdom. "You are welcome in my domain, Dragon Empress."
Tiamat’s smile softened—becoming more natural, almost warm—and she offered a final glance toward Cain before turning gracefully and entering the Lord of the Void’s kingdom.
The other Prima Deities, seeing their master withdraw, exchanged glances with the Sun Lord—then, without a word, turned and fled, vanishing into the swirling chaos. Not a single one was willing to risk their lives or draw the ire of the Dragon Empress for the sake of the Sun Lord.
Shock gripped the Sun Lord’s soul as he watched them retreat, leaving him utterly alone in the face of the Neo-Demon. Rage boiled in his chest, surging like a solar storm threatening to erupt. "You damn bastards!" he roared in fury, his voice shaking the very walls of his Divine Kingdom. His eyes burned with searing hatred. "Just you wait! I will make all of you pay!"