Chapter 798 Defeated

Chapter 798 Defeated

With Lesley's neck firmly in his grasp, Kyle made a swift decision.

"I finally caught you..." Kyle said as he felt relieved seeing Lesley in his hands.

Nonetheless, instead of proceeding with the extraction, he used a Spell to put him unconscious and carried her away to the fortified seclusion of his castle.

The air around them warped, and in a few blinks, with the help of his Presence Shift, they arrived in front of his castle...

With another Presence Shift, they finally stood within the stone-cold walls of his sanctuary.

He even left his Time Manipulators and made them return with their own abilities.

The reason for his caution was twofold.

Firstly, the presence of the Dark Arts Families' Patriarchs loomed on the horizon, their formidable auras was unmistakable. They were ancient and possessed malevolent magics that he didn't want to deal with yet...

No matter what, he was still unaware of what Forbidden Magic they might use against him once they became desperate.

Kyle knew that engaging against the six Patriarchs would be unwise, especially after knowing that they were possessing Arcana.

'Right... I'm not scared... It's called a tactical retreat.' Kyle thought to himself

It was better to leave that place since he had also just finished fighting Halvor and the Death God's Blessed.

Secondly, an inexplicable unease gnawed at Kyle's instincts—a premonition of danger that emanated from within Lesley herself. His Danger Sense, a mystical intuition honed to Level 10 or Perfect Realm, screamed a silent warning against extracting her powers hastily.

Indeed, he didn't want to extract Lesley yet and brought her here to his castle to get a "second opinion."

In the deepest chambers of his castle, Kyle called for Orden and Ryzoir, the Dragons whose wisdom and might have long served him.

"Examine her, I felt some danger a while when I planned to extract or drain her life..." Kyle explained, his voice echoing off the ancient stones.

The Dragons didn't question Kyle's commands as they were intrigued by what he said.

They couldn't help but feel curious about what made Kyle so cautious and surrounded Lesley with their Draconic Sense...

Whom~

Then, their eyes glowed with eldritch light as they probed her essence.

Beyond the blessing of the Deadly Sin Pride and the potent energies of the Death God, they found no other anomaly within her.

His body began to seize, an icy grip clenching his muscles.

His Divinity, Corrupted Divinity, Essences, Spell Models, and Arcane Energy—all that constituted his formidable arsenal—

spiraled into chaos.

'What's going on?!'

The ritual chamber, once under his absolute control, now felt like a foreign battlefield.

It was then that the dormant fragment of the Death God within Lesley stirred!

With a laugh that was both triumphant and chilling, the Death God announced his awakening.

"Hahaha! I've been waiting for this! Your body is mine!" The deity's voice boomed, resonating with the power of eons.

The Death God's essence surged through the connection forged by the Extraction, a reverse invasion that targeted Kyle's own being.

It had been waiting for Kyle to extract Lesley all this time!

Kyle staggered, his struggle could be felt by the Dragons as he fought to maintain his sovereignty against the divine usurper.

The Dragons, Orden and Ryzoir, watched in dismay, their ancient wisdom rendered useless against this unforeseen threat.

Since the battlefield was within Kyle's body, it would be difficult to help him!

They circled, frantic, their draconic aura was ineffective.

They could only call for others to help... They sent a message to Faith and Constance to immediately help Kyle if they could do so!

At this time, Kyle's internal battle raged on. His Divinity clashed with the invading presence, a war of gods within the confines of his physical form.

He could feel his consciousness waning, the edges of his vision blurring as the Death God's influence expanded.

"I will not... succumb..." Kyle gasped, his voice barely a whisper as his knees buckled.

As he released his might, the shadows grew darker, the air colder, but the certainty of his dominion crumbled.

Kyle then heard the Dragons' roars of frustration and fear, mingled with the Death God's laughter. It felt like a chaotic sound that heralded his fall, the Shadow Immortal.

As Kyle's vision dimmed, the last thing he saw was the smug satisfaction in Lesley's eyes—a silent witness to his greatest defeat.