The Damned Demon - Chapter 768

Chapter 768: Until the End



The battlefield was a nightmare of chaos and despair, Esther and her soldiers pressed into a corner as the draconians closed in with their bloodlust-filled cries.

The metallic clang of weapons clashing and the screams of the dying filled the air as Esther fought valiantly, her dark blue staff swinging with lethal precision.

But the sheer number of enemies was overwhelming, her soldiers faltering as the draconians pushed harder.

Esther gritted her teeth, her blood magic waning as exhaustion crept into her limbs. Her pale, marble-like body was riddled with cuts here and there.

The soldiers around her fell one by one, leaving her surrounded by the snarling, red-eyed monsters. Her breaths came in sharp, ragged gasps as she clutched her staff, preparing to fight until her last breath.

But then, a sudden chill swept through the battlefield, a wave of icy mana washing over the area. Esther barely had time to look up before the sky darkened, and a rain of bloody ice spikes cascaded down from above.

The crimson-hued spikes impaled the draconians surrounding her, their cries of triumph turning into screams of agony as their bodies were pierced and frozen in place.Nôv(el)B\jnn

The sudden silence was deafening, broken only by the crackling sound of ice spreading over the ground. Esther's wide eyes darted upward, and her breath hitched as a figure descended gracefully from the darkened sky.

The woman wore an elegant black off-shoulder gown that seemed untouched by the chaos of battle. Her dark red eyes gleamed with a chilling intensity, her expression cold yet intense.

She landed lightly before Esther, her aura radiating an icy authority that made the surviving draconians try to run away, only for her to raise her hand briefly and have their bodies get impaled with their own crystallized blood.

"I hope I am not too late, sister," the woman said, her voice laced with an unspoken edge. "Rebecca..." Esther breathed, her expression softening with relief despite her usual cold demeanor. Her eyes sparkled with a rare warmth as she stepped forward and grabbed Rebecca's shoulders. "Where were you? Do you have any idea how worried I was to not see you? I thought something happened to you or worse, you abandoned our kingdom and ran away."

Rebecca's expression tightened, her jaw clenching as she grabbed Esther's wrist, "You think so little of me as always, sister. Of course I had to save my son. It's a long story, and I didn't mean to run away, even if I did consider that option. But when everything is said and done, I couldn't leave you alone to fight, nor could I abandon my kingdom."

Her tone turned sharper as she continued, "But... where is our despicable king? I didn't sense his aura anywhere when I flew in. I thought he'd be showing off his immortal powers, hmph."

Esther's expression darkened, the relief in her eyes giving way to frustration and grim resolve, "About that..." she began, her voice heavy as she recounted what had happened.

Rebecca's eyes widened, her gaze trembling as she processed the news. "What?! You can't be serious! He left even before the war started?"

"I know it's shocking," Esther said firmly, "but there's no time to dwell on it. We have to fight as if he's not coming back. The draconians are pushing into our towns. We need to move, sister. Come with me." Without waiting for a response, she shot into the skies, leaving Rebecca to grunt in frustration before following her.

A while later, not far away, Sabina fell to her knees, her body trembling as she and Silvia finally placed the unconscious Jael in a safe spot.

Her bloodied chain hung limply at her side, the weight of exhaustion and despair pressing heavily on her, "Fuck this... Where is our husband? I swear I'm going to make him..." Her voice faltered as her heart swelled with a mix of anger, worry, and pain.

For the first time, her usual bravado cracked, "Damn it, Asher. What are you doing out there?"

She pressed her lips together, taking in the heartbreaking sight of Silvia sobbing over her father's lifeless body. Closing her eyes briefly to compose herself, she slowly stepped

forward.

Silently, Sabina crouched behind Silvia and wrapped her arms around her from behind. She didn't say a word, simply holding the grieving young lady as her own tears spilled, tracing silent paths down her cheeks.

Silvia's sobs grew louder, her gasping cries shaking her body as she buried her face against her

father's chest.

A quiet shuffling of footsteps drew their attention. Jael, who had regained consciousness, walked toward them unsteadily, his face pale and his movements sluggish.

His eyes were moist, his lips pressed tightly together as he took in the sight of his father's lifeless body. After a moment, he crouched down behind Silvia, wrapping his arms gently

around her shoulders.

"It's okay, Silvia..." he murmured softly into her ear, his voice heavy with grief but steady enough to offer her comfort. "Father will be watching us... from the Seven Hells. He'll always

be with us."

The soldiers of House Valentine, witnessing the death of their lord, knelt in unison, bowing deeply. Their solemn gesture honored Vernon's valiant sacrifice, expressing their remorse and respect they had for their lord.

They couldn't have served a better man and prayed he would rest in peace. And for the next few moments, the entire place was drowned in a doleful silence.

Far across the kingdom, Ceti stood on the front lines, her armor splattered with blood as she barked orders to the Crimson Army.

Her voice was commanding and sharp, cutting through the chaos as she directed her soldiers to hold the line against the relentless draconian assault.

Suddenly, the faint glow of her Whisper Stone caught her eye. She snatched it from her belt and answered, her voice still stern and tinged with impatience. "Battlemaster..." a grave, weary voice spoke on the other end, making her brows furrow in surprise.

"Advisor Seron?" she asked, baffled by his call amidst the chaos. "What's going on?" She was surprised he called her in the middle of all this.

"I can't tell the queen about this while she is fighting," Seron said, his voice heavy with urgency, "So I had to call you. You must stop someone... someone only you might be able to

stop."

Ceti's brow furrowed deeper as she glanced back at the battlefield, "Who are you talking about? Forgive me, but I have my hands full here."

There was a pause on the other end, followed by a deep sigh, "This is important, Ceti. The man you must stop... is my son. You have to stop him before he causes even more damage." Ceti's eyes widened, her expression trembling as the weight of his words sank in.