Chapter 147: Mad
From Sun to Moon—Time Flowed On
From the rise of the sun to the glow of the moon, time flowed unceasingly like a quiet river, and the seasons turned with their own silent rhythm. Before anyone realized it, a full month had passed in the blink of an eye.
To the common folk of the newly christened Emerald Green Kingdom, the once-terrifying undead invasion had become a distant memory. A dark Chapter closed.
Just thirty days ago, the once-unbeatable undead princesses—harbingers of terror, destruction, and despair—had been decisively defeated. And the one who had accomplished this feat was none other than the Venom Fang Overlord himself. A force of nature. An enigma. A sovereign cloaked in mystery and bloodshed.
Once their leaders fell, the vast hordes of undead that once blackened the horizon crumbled like a collapsing sandcastle, their threat vanishing with eerie swiftness. What had once seemed an endless tide of death had become little more than a fading nightmare.
The news of the overlord’s triumph spread with the fervor of wildfire in a summer-dried forest—quick, merciless, and all-consuming. Within days, the entire Eldros Continent had heard the tale. Some doubted it. Others whispered it with reverence. But none ignored it.
And with the fall of that dreadful undead army, something else began.
From mountain valleys, ruined towns, and deep woodland shelters, survivors and refugees began to emerge like cautious deer after a storm. One by one, in tens and hundreds, they turned their hopeful eyes toward the Emerald Green Forest, searching for safety, for hope, for a new beginning.
Yet not all came. Many hesitated—haunted not by the past war, but by the man who had ended it.
The Venom Fang Overlord.
To many, he was a savior. But to others, he was a terrifying unknown. Could someone with such brutal power ever truly be benevolent? Would his dominion be one of protection—or silent tyranny?
They feared what he might become.