Chapter 905: A Worthless Echo
The air over the shattered Rhogart plains was so dense with power that it felt as if the atmosphere itself had become liquid. Every heartbeat in every living being strained under that suffocating pressure, their chests heaving for air that refused to fill their lungs.
And in the midst of it all, Derek stood utterly petrified.
His eye was wide, pupil dilated in horror as he beheld the towering figure that looked down upon him like some insignificant thing.
"You..." Derek rasped, voice raw with disbelief, especially upon seeing this thing’s face. The hand clutching the Void Reaver’s hilt trembled so violently the crimson steel clattered. "Who...are you?"
The Immortal Sovereign’s eyes—one a blinding blue, the other white as dying starlight—shifted at last to regard him directly. That single gaze made Derek feel as if every secret he’d ever harbored had been laid bare.
A slow, disdainful smile spread across the giant’s black-bearded face. His voice rolled out like an avalanche, echoing across miles of blasted land.
"How pathetic my past self is," the Immortal Sovereign intoned, his lips curling in scorn. "You cannot even recognize your true potential? Look closer. You are gazing upon it."
Derek’s throat bobbed as he swallowed, legs instinctively taking a step back—though he felt like an ant trying to retreat from a boot already descending.
"You...are me?" he whispered, his voice cracking. "How...?"
The Sovereign’s steps boomed across the plains, each one sending violent quakes rippling outward in every direction. The colossal spear in his hand glowed with a pulse of dreadful rhythm—like the heartbeat of the planet itself.
"You don’t need to know the whole of it," the Sovereign rumbled, drawing inexorably closer. The werewolves scattered in terror, dozens falling to their knees as their senses were smothered by the giant’s mana. "You have fulfilled your part, like a dutiful son."
His massive head inclined slightly, the colossal eye glinting cold amusement.
"You ever wonder how you reached this moment?" he continued, voice tinged with mockery. "How you survived to get here? How you were prepared to get rid of your enemies before they could get rid of you?"
Derek’s breath came faster, realization dawning in a flood of icy dread.
"It was...you..." he croaked.
Beside him, Albert was pale as snow. His lips parted, dry as ash.
"The voice," he whispered hoarsely, his gaze flicking to Derek. "It was him...wasn’t it?"
Derek didn’t answer. His mind felt splintered, reeling between horror and a feverish, manic hope.
"So..." he began, his voice cracking on the words, "I truly am capable of becoming an immortal? I actually did it? You—you are the living proof!"
A wild, desperate laugh burst from his lips. His blue eye gleamed with a rare fanatic elation.
"Tsk, tsk," the Immortal Sovereign clicked his tongue softly. He tilted his vast head, dark beard brushing his armored chest. "Don’t get so excited, mortal."
The faint amusement in his voice evaporated, replaced by glacial disdain.
"You see...even if you are a shadow of what I was...you cannot exist under the same sky as me."
The colossal spear slowly lowered until its point hovered above Derek like a declaration of death.
"I didn’t wait tens of thousands of years," the Sovereign said coldly, "just to breathe the same air as my miserable past self. Consider yourself lucky that you at least got to witness your best version."
Derek’s eye widened. The hilt in his fist jerked up, and his hand darted to the wrist device glowing at his forearm. His finger hovered above the button—just a breath away from annihilating everything.
"Don’t you dare!" he screamed, spittle flying from his lips. "You are me, whether you like it or not! Without me, you’d never have gotten ressurected! You can’t get rid of me!"
His voice cracked, ragged and shrill.
"If you even try—I will blow this planet to dust. And if you survive, you’ll rule over nothing but ash!" Derek bellowed, his finger trembling above the trigger. "I will destroy all three planets if I have to!"
Albert stared at him in disbelief. Never before had he seen Derek display so much rage, fear and determination at the same time. But another matter shocked him much more,
"Derek, wait—you set the Nexus Tower to destroy Mars as well?!"
Derek’s face twisted, veins standing out on his throat.
"It’s only when the worst happens!" he snarled, voice brittle with desperation. "If I go down, I won’t let anyone have anything, immortal or not! None of it!"
"You—you!" Albert stammered, eyes wet with rage and fear. "Have you gone mad, Derek?! Are you even hearing yourself?! Do you seriously plan to eradicate the entirety of humanity?!!"
Asher slowly pushed himself up from the cracked earth, his breath ragged. He stared at Derek’s shaking figure, a churning dread in his chest.
If Derek pressed that button, there would be nothing left—no time to save Arthur, no time to save anyone. He yet again underestimated how far Derek would stoop low to satisfy his vain ego.
Luna gripped her grandfather’s hand so tightly her nails broke the skin. Her voice was thin and trembling.
"Grandfather..." she whispered, "is this truly what you wanted? For all of us to die like this?"
But Lupus only stared at the Immortal Sovereign, his gaze unfathomable.
The giant let out a long, disappointed sigh. The sound vibrated in their bones.
"How predictable," he murmured. "How utterly foolish."
The air seemed to shiver as the Sovereign’s colossal pupil fixed on Derek.
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