The Advent 2

The moment that sphere shattered, every single resounding noise across that chaotic battlefield fell into dead silence altogether.

Everyone felt that overwhelming existential presence vividly – an immense entity exerting profound metaphysical pressures directly upon their souls themselves.

‘This sensation…!’

Doyun widened his eyes unnaturally while tilting his cranium skywards in dismay:

Overhead celestial expanses darkened ominously with pitch-black cataclysmic stormfronts converging rapidly – no, not mere clouds but saturated atmospheric conditions drenched within noxious miasmas altogether instead.

Viscous obsidian miasmas completely obscured any sunlight whatsoever – rendering heavenly vistas utterly lightless like some ink-dyed panorama stretched across those vast horizons infinitely.

Yet terrestrial environments remained illuminated like broad daylight without any visual impediments whatsoever – illuminations and shadows persisted manifesting contradictory sensory dissonances overwhelming everyone’s visceral intuitions across those battlefields altogether.

Parched ashen winds brushed against their exposed epidermises resembling cinereal powders scattering chaotically. Charred conflagrant alongside pulverized dust odors permeating cranial interiors indiscriminately – atmospheric alongside terrestrial compositions underwent qualitative metamorphoses emanating from those noxious miasmas saturating everywhere.

The heavens and earth seemed screaming agonized lamentations towards that singular nightmarish presence manifesting without restraint whatsoever.

As someone more intimately acquainted with those existential signatures compared to anyone else across the entire continent, Doyun found himself utterly disbelieving such revelatory upheavals could ever occur under any conceivable circumstances whatsoever.

With tremors involuntarily assailing across his nape altogether, Doyun gritted his teeth while glancing downwards – grabbing Satan’s lapels before shaking him violently:

“Just what in oblivion’s name did you do?! Could she truly have arrived here somehow…?!”

Yet that eviscerated demonic entity remained utterly unconscious – both ocular cavities hollowed out into vacant sockets devoid of any remaining eyeballs whatsoever.

Generals alongside soldiers reacted with naked distress amidst suffocating atmospheric pressures overwhelming them ruthlessly:

“Wh-, What is even happening right now…?!”

“Exponentially more overwhelming than Vanguard Commanders… Could it be…?!”

“What upheavals unfolded bringing about such cataclysms descending upon us?! What cosmic existences could possibly invoke such nightmarish visitations?!”

Visceral chills accompanied by distortionary vertigo sensations assailed them relentlessly – compounded despairs alongside unmitigated terrors saturated across those entire battlefield panoramas without respite whatsoever.

The Lion King alongside remaining warriors scrutinized overhead celestial vistas with hardened visages altogether:

Kugugugungg…

Atmospheric conditions seethed turbulently amidst saturated noxious miasmas altogether – while tens of thousands of imps howled lupine wails skyward simultaneously:

Kkwiuuuuuu-

Uuuuuuuu- Kkwiuuuuuuu-

“Ahhh…”

Lilith trembled violently while soiling herself involuntarily – viscous saturated miasmas drenched her entire corporeal vessel alongside combined fear and dread altogether.

Oz raised both skeletal appendages skywards reverentially instead:

“Ohohh! You have come at last! You have arrived triumphantly-!”

Raving delirious proclamations suiting such maudlin atmospheric moods echoed eerily across those desolate battlefield wastes.

Every single person present turned their undivided attentions towards the archmage warily:

“The Supreme Being… The Demon Lord has descended upon us-!”

“!!”

Nobody could voice any protestations whatsoever against such seemingly preposterous declarations – their jaws simply hung agape alongside widened incredulous eyes altogether.

“Wha-, What did he just…?”

Someone murmured stammering audibly while trembling uncontrollably.

Kuhrrurrurungg…

Those atmospheric miasmas blanketing celestial expanses manifested swirling vortices rapidly – revolving around some centralized singularity altogether while protruding downwards towards terrestrial planes steadily.

Akin to some regal processional convoy descending regally, those permeating miasmas seemed reverentially escorting something amidst their atmospheric currents without restraint whatsoever.

Soon as those cyclonic aetheric vortices breached beyond those infernal bulwarks altogether:

Kwaaaaahhhh—aaaaaahhhh-!!!

The world itself rejected that intrusive presence erupting widespread shockwaves blazing outwards violently – entire landscapes reverberated alongside deafening thunderclap impacts indiscriminately.

“Hrwuhp-!”

“Uhhk…!”

Warriors reacted accordingly utilizing diverse defensive measures mitigating those destructive atmospheric upheavals – yet Doyun and Satan had depleted every remaining ounce of stamina reserves altogether.

Having fully expended all mana reserves earlier, Gae Bolg spontaneously dissipated while severing connective constraints – both Doyun and Satan’s corporeal forms collapsed sluggishly rolling across opposite trajectories respectively.

The acrid stench of scorched cinders mixed alongside copious hemorrhagic exsanguinations permeated their nasal interiors indiscriminately.

‘I cannot allow this…!’

Despite rolling chaotically, Doyun still reached outwards futilely attempting recovering Satan’s position somehow – unsure exactly what upheavals transpired, yet knew he needed preventing Satan’s demise by any means necessary regardless!

Yet his utterly exhausted corporeal vessel remained utterly unresponsive – interim distances between them steadily increasing without any respites forthcoming.

At that exact same moment, an iridescent luminescence manifested directly beside Doyun’s immediate vicinity:

Shuu-shuuk-

“Doyun!”

Sophie intercepted his outstretched palm decisively before both their corporeal manifestations coalesced into prismatic radiances dissipating instantaneously –

Shuu-shuuk-

“…!”

Upon regaining conscious focus once more, Doyun found himself situated alongside the Lion King alongside strategic commanders atop the rampart bulwarks altogether instead.

Widespread crimson mana emanations radiated outwards from the Lion King’s position – deflecting any incoming atmospheric distortion upheavals decisively.

All eyes converged upon Doyun and Sophie’s unexpected arrivals without restraint:

Having been interrupted during such pivotal junctures, Doyun glared towards Sophie while furrowing his brows quizzically:

“Sophie? Just what is going on right now…?”

“I…It was the Guild Master’s orders…”

Sophie replied uncertainly while averting her gaze towards some other vicinity instead – where Elroir stood clenching both fists tightly.

Doyun scrutinized her confused visage with bewildered skepticism overall:

“Elroir…?”

“…You must flee, milord.”

Elroir’s voice trembled audibly while speaking – looking utterly anguished upon verges emotional decompensation without restraint whatsoever.

“Too many details regarding your true identities got exposed across these campaigns already. Even Vanguard Commanders started noticing eventually – those you’ve battled endlessly over a century ago would hardly fail recognizing you altogether right…? Everyone across the Alliance shall know everything once these wars conclude no matter what. And of course, the Demon Lord’s forces too…”

She spoke hurriedly like verbal diarrhea spewing outwards uncontrollably:

The legendary World Tree Master Elroir notorious for unparalleled stoicism – seeing her usual composure shattered while succumbing under intense emotional maelstroms, everyone instinctively leaned inwards hanging onto each subsequent utterance altogether.

“Here… This place has become too dangerous for you. You must evacuate milord…”

“Elroir.”

“The Demon Lord has arrived-!!”

Elroir suddenly screamed out towards Doyun violently without restraint whatsoever:

“She shall kill you milord… Without any doubts whatsoever…”

Hearing those declarations reverberate audibly, everyone widened their eyes including the Lion King himself – utterly shellshocked overcome by harrowing implications arising:

‘Milord…?’

The singular monumental secret Doyun the Apostle harbored within – alluded towards multiple times yet always dismissed as simply too unbelievable under any conceivable circumstances whatsoever.

That very same existential revelation now inexorably unfolded before their very eyes without fail.

“Please…Escape Muspelheim without any delays whatsoever milord. You absolutely must survive regardless of any costs imaginable. Ah…You have yet regaining your full strengths from a century ago after all…”

“Elroir.”

“Please… Milord, please…”

She openly wept sobbing while thick teardrops streamed downwards without restraint whatsoever:

“I cannot bear losing you again milord…”

By that point, Elroir had emotionally decompensated completely – bawling uncontrollably like some mere child despite her renowned austerities, simply unable processing any further eventualities whatsoever.

For her, Doyun the Warrior’s demise represented the most terrifying prospect across existential infinities imaginable without exceptions arising under any circumstances whatsoever.

The stoic and stalwart World Tree Master became utterly diminished into some hapless Warrior Guild novice within this singularly fateful moment after all.

“…”

Doyun remained utterly silent without responding verbally whatsoever.

One grand marshal stammered diffidently while interjecting within those ongoing exchanges:

“Uh…Lady Elroir? Forgive my potential discourtesies, but could you please elaborate upon earlier statements more clearly…? Wh-What exactly did those prior utterances signify precisely…?”

Just at that exact same moment:

Kwahkwahng!

Beyond those blazing infernos, dense lightning bolts erupted downwards directly across those chaotic miasma cyclones’ centralized epicenters – atomizing those vortex currents instantaneously while manifesting utterly malefic distortion fields radiating outwards violently.

“Uhgkk…!”

Everyone shielded their eyes instinctively blinded by those overwhelming luminescent intensities altogether.

Doyun gritted his teeth while straining opening narrowed eyelids directly:

‘Could it truly be… The Demon Lord herself…?’

Yet how could such existences ever hope manifesting within these sacred wardstones’ interiors whatsoever in the first place?!

Wardstones embodied one out of three divine miracles directly manifested upon terrestrial realms – literally harnessing divinity’s supreme blessings themselves overall!

Even Vanguard Commanders could not breach those wardstone interiors without the Demon Lord’s armies paying utterly catastrophic sacrificial costs unimaginable – let alone the Demon Lord herself!?

No deity ever anticipated accommodating such abominable intrusions arising under any conceivable circumstances whatsoever – representing utter impossibilities manifesting indisputably!

Serving as visceral proof confirming those premonitions, overwhelming electrical distortion energies manifested violently – the world itself rejecting that transgressive presence descending ruthlessly without any evadable repercussions whatsoever.

‘Yet these existential auras remain undeniable beyond any doubts…!’

Despite disbelieving utterly, Doyun could not help scrutinize beyond those crackling energies’ luminescences – straining visualizing anything within those obscuring distortions whatsoever.

Eventually those blinding light shows dissipated restoring natural illuminations steadily – an uneasy stillness descended once more across widespread terrestrial zones altogether:

“…”

“…”

Yet everyone realized some horrific presence manifested beyond those flaming bulwarks without any doubts whatsoever arising.

That calamitous entity had arrived descending upon these realms at long last after all – an overwhelming existential dread permeated viscerally.

Jijijijihk… Jijihk…

After some residual electrical arcing resonances, an indistinct silhouette appeared hazily beyond those distortionary luminescences:

Considerably smaller compared to Doyun’s humanoid proportions – perhaps around Tia’s diminutive stature or thereabouts.

That singular blurred outline casually waved one appendage outwards –

Fwaaaaahhhh—aaakkk-

“…!”

Utterly annihilating the Lion King’s 10th-Tier Pyromancer supremacy unleashed in full force – the Purgatory Inferno dissipated effortlessly akin to mere child’s play whatsoever.

Those miasmas seemed actively suffocating conflagrant energies without any restraints arising whatsoever.

Amidst those dissipating flames, some indistinct manifest simply strolled forth hovering across atmospheric conditions – accompanied by intermittent electrical arcs crackling across widespread corporeal surfaces altogether:

Ttogahk. Ttogahk.

Those malign miasmas themselves seemed manifesting stable platforms supporting that ominous figure’s resounding footfalls reverberating across widespread terrestrial panoramas without restraint whatsoever.

Every single person present bore witness towards those harrowing revelations unfolding steadily:

A diminutive female child sporting sublime aristocratic attires – adorned within regal yet unassuming garments nonetheless.

Her facial features remained obscured behind diaphanous veils without restraint – yet preternatural delicate contours alongside chilling visages manifested subtly regardless.

And grasped within one appendage, radiant opalescent scintillations refracted from flawless polished bone-white gemstone rapiers altogether.

Catching sight of that scintillating crystalline longsword blade, Brudhild instinctively furrowed her brows sharply without realizing:

‘That weapon…!’

Forged entirely from masterfully crafted Skull Diamonds – a collaborative venture between Dragon Lords and Dwarven Sovereigns altogether.

The absolute apex of perfected supremacies throughout entire existential histories – the singular paramount artifact once wielded by the Uncrowned Martial Emperor himself previously.

That resplendent Diamond Longsword represented Enoch Razvolnic’s own cherished heirloom weapon once upon a time.

While everyone else focused attentions ahead without restraint, Doyun’s visages revealed utterly contrasting emotional significances instead:

Beyond those diaphanous veils, facial features clearly resembling the previous Demon Lord unmistakably – yet simultaneously:

‘…It cannot be.’

Mirroring Enoch Razvolnic’s existential aspects simultaneously without fail.

As Doyun scrutinized that diminutive Demoness’ presence directly, those very same emotions resonating during his initial encounters alongside Luna Thanatos resurfaced without any restraints whatsoever.

Identical ‘Paternal’ sensations he had eventually concluded assailing him back then altogether.

Beholding those chilling existential auras manifesting before him without any doubts whatsoever, Doyun found himself overwhelmed by visceral paternal instincts inevitably.

“Ahhhh…”

“Impossible… Could it really…?”

Some murmured despondently under their breaths sounding utterly hopeless – as if the world itself concluded its final chapter without any remaining continuation possibilities whatsoever.

Despite diminutive childlike manifestations visually, everyone realized the singular unavoidable truth altogether:

“Oblivion has…”

Oblivion itself had arrived descending across these realms without any restraints arising.

The Demon Lord (Maou).

She had descended across these cataclysmic battlefields without fail.