NOVGO.NET Chapter 580 Taking Action [1]
Chapter 580 Taking Action [1]
Sometimes one never truly knew what they were capable of until certain actions forced it out of them.
Prince was a good example.
He hadn’t known his strike would be so devastating. Even with his awakening intelligence and instincts sharpening by the day, at the end of it all he was still only three months old as an undead-and barely more than a week into Rank 3.
Compared to the monsters outside, who had clawed through centuries of survival, Prince was young.
He knew his law. He knew his skill couldn’t be weak. But this… this exceeded his own expectations.
The six “soul shadows” he had managed to wrench into being through Nether Claim were proof enough.
Each one carried barely half the strength they’d possessed in life. The other half of their essence had been condensed into vessels capable of holding their souls. Yet even so, fifty percent of a Rank 3 was still a Rank 3-and standing beside Gale, their movements directed by instinct and reinforced by Prince’s resonance, they made an impact. The horde shifted. Monsters growled and screeched, their frenzy deepening. They had waited too long. The fruit has ripened and these two guardians were no longer passive shields.
Prince’s shadows struck first, lashing out in jagged motions that sent beasts tumbling back. Gale followed, his severing winds weaving like invisible guillotines, shearing through horns and tails, carving open the sky itself.
But then came the retaliation.
The monsters outside could not afford to hesitate any longer. Laws flared in the dark like beacons. Flame that burned hotter than magma.
Poison that wilted trees at a glance. Blades of earth and spears of water, wrapped in fragments of truth each beast had clawed for over decades.
The forest roared alive.
Prince staggered under the weight of it, his vines shredding and regrowing in frantic waves. Gale’s wind screamed back, cutting through, yet every exchange cost them dearly.
They weren’t fools. The monsters weren’t mad enough to throw themselves recklessly into the front just to open a path for others. Each strike was cautious, probing, every beast trying to edge a step closer without being the one to pay the price.
Still, Prince and Gale knew the truth.
Even with the shadows. Even with their law skills. Even with the
insights Michael’s transformation had gifted them-this storm of Rank 3s could not be held forever.
At most, they had minutes.
Minutes before they would be drowned in a tide of laws.
Minutes before their Master, if something didn’t change, was swallowed whole.
And so, they fought-not just with strength, but with desperation.
Michael’s eyes, still hazy from the panels that had just appeared, twitched as the muffled echoes of battle reached him.
Almost without realizing it, his senses spilled outward.
What he saw nearly threw his soul out of his body.
Around him-just beyond the dome Prince had raised-were
monsters. Dozens of them. More than four dozen, each radiating the oppressive aura of Rank 3. Wolves with eyes like molten coals. Birds
whose wings tore the air apart with every beat.
Hulking forms that bent trees just by shifting their weight. Some were
stronger than others, but all carried the unmistakable power of law within their flesh and blood.
And in the middle of it all were his undead-Prince and Gale-
struggling like sparks in a storm.
Vines as wide as pillars tore through the ground, snapping bones and scattering beasts, only to be burned by firestorms and cut down by
blades of stone.
Winds screamed overhead, shredding wings and carving trails of blood through scale and fur, but already fresh laws surged to counter
them.
So many…
Michael gaze snapped back to the wolf and the griffin who fought for him.
Prince howled again, his shadowy soul-soldiers leaping into the fray, their half-formed bodies grappling beasts twice their size. Gale’s severing winds bent sharper, cutting in rhythm with the vines, as though the two were born to fight together.
They were buying him time.
Though Michael didn’t know what was happening-hell, he didn’t even understand what changes came with evolving yet—this didn’t mean he could dally-daddle.
He forced his limbs to obey. The first step was heavy, far heavier than it should have been. His foot sank into the soil with a crack, the ground caving as though unable to bear his weight. Dust lifted around his ankle, stones popping loose and rolling into the crater his step had
left.
Michael grimaced. He tried again. Another step, another crater. His body wasn’t just heavy-it was oppressive, like dragging a mountain bound to his soul. Every motion drew the earth down with him.
But he moved.
One step.
Then another.
Every time his foot touched the ground, the dome trembled, quakes
rippling outward as if the land itself was rebelling against his
presence.
Michael didn’t stop.
His breath came harsh, but his eyes locked on the wall of the dome
ahead. Behind it, he could sense Prince’s howl vibrating the air, Gale’s
wind trying to cut another monster down.
“Just… a little… more.”
Step after sinking step, his body pressed lower into the earth, his
calves half-buried now. He could feel his balance slipping, his control
unsteady.
And at last-fingers trembling-he touched the dome wall.
The barrier shuddered at his contact. For a heartbeat, both Prince and
Gale faltered in their movements, their gazes snapping toward the
dome’s heart.
Michael had reached them.
Immediately, a small hole split open in the dome’s surface, and a hand
thrust its way through.
On the ground outside, three massive magic circles bloomed, each
one pulsing with a power that shook the earth.
The instant the hand appeared, every monster in the surroundings went mad with frenzy-fangs bared, wings flaring, laws surging wild. But then, just as suddenly, they froze for a single heartbeat.
Because at some point, in the sky above, another beast had descended. Majestic, terrible, its aura eclipsed even the griffin’s. Its form was a fusion of wolf and dragon, a creature of impossible grace and savagery.