Chapter 1868 War [10]

Chapter 1868 War [10]

The being was similar to Chaos. It was built on a foundation of many of the same ideas, since Chaos and Evil were usually associated with each other.

There was likely a good incarnation of chaos somewhere in the Void, but evil would always be evil.

And, as a true Spiritual God who was not allowed to develop the same human emotions as Chaos, Evil was not going to make any mistakes.

He charged at Claire the moment he caught her in his sights. His aura was vile, causing her mental state to tremble.

She was able to fight against it, but Evil's mind-intruding aura was passive and would continuously attack her as she fought the entity, which Claire was forced to keep in mind. When Damien arrived in the Heavenly World, Claire was already at the peak of the Supreme God level. That was where she stood before the whole fiasco that led to her entering the lower universe, and that was where she returned to when her soul was fully healed.

As such, Claire's power hadn't changed much from the last time the Dark God saw her. If anything, she'd only become more varied after seeing how her husband, son, and daughters-in-law trained. Nôv(el)B\\jnn

Void Palace was always a gathering place for spatial practitioners. The four clans were able to maintain their own disciplines, but nothing outside of that ever existed.

It wasn't as if they banned other kinds of practitioners, but those people used to seek out other clans as opposed to the palace that seemed to have built a clear specialization. Really, the crumbling of their reputation and then the way they were rebuilt by Damien was what changed them.

The palace was now filled with all kinds of people from all kinds of disciplines. Their methods never aligned, but all of them were able to learn from each other.

The natural law was varied, but every piece of it came from the same origins. The laws were always meant to exist in harmony.

Even Claire, who thought there was nothing more to learn, found herself changing.

That change was the source of her confidence when facing this being. This was a being who quite literally cleared the battlefield. Any and all people, regardless of which side they came from, parted ways for him until he reached Claire.

This was not an act of betrayal by the people of the Heavenly World, but their bodies' pure instinct of survival that they could not disobey.

Even as he approached closer, Claire felt her body locking up.

She was only able to respond because she did not need to move her mana to move her body.

Naturally, this thought process had its flaws, but who was Claire to care about them?

Flaws were only important to people who would be affected by them.

To her, none of that mattered. As it had been stated so many times before, Claire was tired of all of this.

She and Rose were able to bond over this feeling. They wanted to live peacefully and happily with their families. Why did they have to be plagued by enemies and distractions at every step?

What differentiated them was that while Rose was prepared to take that path now, Claire wanted to create a way to do it properly. She fought not because she was provoked, but because she was tired.

The only way to ensure that a similar situation would never occur again was to win this war and display the Dark God's head for everyone to see. Who would test them after that?

Evil was an incarnation of its name. However, it, like the current Malevalon, was holding a portion of the Dark God's power.

The amount may have been minuscule in his eyes, but every inch mattered at a time like this. If Claire was able to defeat Evil and disallow its energy from returning to the source, what kind of impact would it have on Damien's fight against that entity?

Even the small possibility of helping her son was one she had to entertain.

The minutes passed and Claire continued to keep Evil at bay. She expended as much mana as possible in as short of a time period as possible to keep it from getting a chance to attack, but this kind of strategy was forced to be countered soon. Especially against a being who was not taking damage from any of those attacks.

As if it was acting on set patterns instead of thoughts, it took a stance and bellowed. Its aura spread wildly and disrupted all other energy in the surrounding area, creating just a single second of silence.

In that single moment, the initiative changed hands. Evil charged through the folds and closed the distance between them.

Now, it was Claire's turn to face endless hostility.

As for whether she'd survive or not, nobody could tell at this moment.

But, to get past survival and actually defeat the enemy was what Claire wanted.

And just like her survival in the immediate situation, that still remained to be seen, didn't it?