At the edges of Yalsten, destruction was unfolding. The equilibrium of space that had been formed for so long was now broken, and the world began collapsing in upon itself. Earth and soil were turned to nothingness as everything just began shrinking, any matter being cut up endlessly.

It progressed fast, and a few people who had not been close to the Mistless Plains found themselves with no choice but to leave the Treasure Hunt or run from the world’s destruction. But it was only a few, for the vast majority had already gathered, ready to face the Cursed Monarch.

Inside a maze of metal, a magic circle suddenly stopped functioning. The caster had disappeared, and all connections cut. A few seconds passed until suddenly a hand emerged from the ground that appeared to turn liquid.

The man dragged himself out as he stood up, covered in green water.

Eron frowned as he saw the quest but didn’t decide to leave. Instead, he walked casually out of the Vault, making a mental note to avoid Haven for the time being, or at least until he came up with a valid countermeasure. Issues for later, because he saw no reason to miss out on contributions against this final enemy calling himself a Cursed Monarch.

“So, you know guys have any tactics in mind?” Jake asked the people around him.

“Stay the fuck back,” Christen said, getting nods from Neil and the rest of her party.

“Good call, one I think I will follow,” Jake said as he looked around, finding a spot in the distance. He felt energy gather as the Cursed Monarch was slowly coming to life. All the mist from Yalsten was gathering at the coffin that was now visible as the spire had been broken.

Jake took flight as he headed off, getting a few odd glances on the way, but nothing that bothered him.

He was an archer after all, right? Hence he was looking for a good vantage point.

A pulse went through the entire Treasure Hunt. Then, a few seconds later, a second one. It soon began rhythmically beating like a heart as an ancient being that had slumbered for an untold number of years awakened.

Yalsten was now nearly entirely devoid of mist, except for a few dozen meters right around the coffin and the sky far above. Then, as if appearing from nothing, figures suddenly stepped out of the mist. Hundreds of beings resembling the Reanimated Armors were the first to become visible, all of them pulsing with power.

[Cursed Soldier – lvl 135]

The mist around the coffin slowly dispersed, revealing a single cloaked figure. A black crown adorned his head, a cloak dark as night behind him, and piercing eyes that were entirely red beside the deep red irises. He was over two and a half meters tall, but his form was willow and thin, his eyes sunken, and his appearance was decripit. Around him stood five heavily armored beings, one with a sword, another a spear, a third a bow, a fourth a staff, and the fifth with two floating orbs revolving around it.

It was clearly a party setup, the five of them all called Royal Guards.

[Cursed Royal Guard– lvl 160]

pulsed power as he simply stood there. The vampire

– lvl

yet they also breathed out

he was

far away. The boss and those around him didn’t move to attack right away but seemed to need to collect

was the Cursed Monarch not yelling out something like “I HAVE RETURNED TO FEAST ON YOUR BLOOD” or another likewise cringy way of announcing

action unless he detected something up there, and Jake didn’t think that was the case. If that

least he and a handful of others sure as fuck

held out his hand as he began his own true preparations now that he saw them. A part of him hoped to just get an easy opening shot, but it appeared that wasn’t going

arms wide as he regarded the army of vampires, the Curse of Yalsten burning within him. The Cursed Monarch looked up at him with blank eyes before the undead pointed down at

“Resonance.”

informed much of what was going to happen, courtesy of him being stuck in a goddamn water level, but it very fast became

power ascend towards the sky, one of them a mix of white and black,

on the group of frozen vampires. Or… at least they looked immovable - for, at the very last moment,

Corrupted Mooncore back in the day against the King of the

light that cut across the plains and directly into the camp of the Holy Church. Barriers activated but shattered like wet paper

the undead, but they were prepared and managed to avoid losing anyone. A third then came, aimed towards the campsite of the Noboru Clan. This one wasn’t

appeared and was shot towards the deep red slice of pure blood

they charged up some kind of magical ritual themselves. It felt and looked far weaker than whatever the undead and Church had made – and even weaker than the

Cursed Monarch, his undamaged form was revealed along with the Royal Guards and the closest soldiers. Jake did a quick headcount and noticed over a hundred Cursed Soldiers were gone, and the Royal

Soldiers right off the bat,

turned his attention to the one person who had blocked his blow. Five Royal Guards stood around him, three of which were of

him ample time to prepare an Arrow of the Ambitious Hunter – formed using his knowledge of vampires

tight on time to get everything ready, but he managed to without pulling out any new tricks. The enemy hadn’t noticed him yet when he

*BOOM*!

from the Mistless Plains. It tore through Yalsten, the unstable space breaking and cracking in its wake from the destructive arcane power. Reality rebuilt itself nearly instantly again as the arrow passed by, but even so, it proved that both that

arrow fly fast and hit harder – hard enough for the

felt the world slow down, and at that moment,

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