Abyssal Sovereign: The Demon's Dominion-Chapter 295 - 294: Battleground, defiance

"King Caius," Linkir called, snapping him out of his thoughts.

"You don't need to think too hard about this

,not yet. We're here to discuss, aren't we?" she said calmly. Her gaze was sharp but her brows relaxed, her tone devoid of warmth. To her, Caius was still nothing more than a servant, one she could command and take control of.

That realization struck deep. The Dreadborne Organization clearly had its own secrets, ones that even he, as king, was far from uncovering.

"All right," Linkir continued, a faint smile forming. "As I said, we need the organizations to join hands. So, how about we organize something… for the Federation. Something similar to your recruitment drives — but much larger, and open to every faction."

Caius's mind raced. He tried to predict where she was going with this.

"King," Linkir said, her tone lowering slightly, "a battleground —one that will endure for generations. A place where the strongest of the strong can meet, clash, and where the top ten will be remembered for their era."

"You mean a battleground where the younger generation of every organization , even the Wild Shade will enter to fight? To test themselves, grow, and become something more? Death will be high, but where there's death, there's creation. They'll be reborn stronger… faster… more terrifying," Caius muttered, piecing it together. "And the top ten will be rewarded by all factions, while the battleground itself will overflow with resources capable of birthing multiple Multi-Universal Realm beings?"

"Exactly," Linkir replied, resting her chin on her palm. "And the perfect beings to place there… are the new Demon race. They're naturally stronger than most Federation members of the same realm. Perfect catalysts. With this, we can quickly forge powerhouses ,

ones ready for when the Forefathers awaken. Understood?"

Caius's eyes widened, both in awe and madness.

"Yes… brilliant. Absolutely brilliant. I'll discuss this with the Ancestors. Soon, a meeting between all organization leaders will be arranged."

The humiliation from earlier had vanished. This idea ,

this grand creation could change everything. It would create warriors as terrifying as Darius himself. The top ten would be remembered for all ages, and each new era would only give rise to more terrifying beings.

"Thank you, Linkir. I'll take my leave," Caius said, bowing slightly before disappearing into a swirl of divine light.

"Hmm… why the rush?" Nephem asked from the side, tossing away the core of his apple with a smirk.

"I mean, it solves his immediate problem," Alayot said with a chuckle. "He'd be a bad king if he didn't rush forward."

"So now we're exposing our secret army?" Nyx asked with a frown. Everyone paused.

"Are you stupid?" Linkir snapped, her voice sharp enough to freeze the room. "Can't you see? Multi-Multi-Universal Realm eyes are already on them. If we do nothing, they'll be exposed. Isn't it better to put them in this battleground , let them fight, grow, and thin themselves out

while we forge stronger beings to face the Forefathers? That's killing two birds with one stone."

Nyx lowered her head slightly, silent.

"The rest of you, prepare," Linkir ordered, turning away.

"Just a bit more ".., nyx thought as she glanced at linkir from the side

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Far away, in another world…

Ruins stretched endlessly. Powerhouses' dying wails echoed through time. The world's consciousness itself had been hollowed out.

Once, this world flourished , filled with life, color, and divine light. Now, it was dust. Corrupted from within by a god.

A god of destruction. Of darkness. Of oblivion.

He was known by many names, each more dreadful than the last —

But one name echoed above them all, spoken only in whispers of terror:

Shen Ye.

The Origin of Darkness. The Devourer of Worlds.

Rising from the deepest pit of the Dark Realm, he devoured civilizations, consumed planes, and erased entire universes. His kingdom stretched into infinity, his army forged from pure oblivion.

His goal — to devour all life.

And yet, this very god was being challenged…

by a teenage girl.

She was the Promised Child of this world , the one chosen by fate itself. Blessed by unimaginable luck, guarded by the will of her dying world, she had climbed realms with terrifying ease.

Now, she was the last living being in a dead world.

The rest , her people, her gods, her family ..... all devoured.

Still, she stood.

Even against the all-consuming abyss, she raised her head and clenched her fists, eyes burning with defiance.

"What do you know about losing everything?" her voice trembled, yet carried strength. "What have you experienced that gives you the right to judge me? I won't give up. Even if I've lost everyone… even if I stand alone .., I'll burn my pain into strength. If I can't win today, then I'll survive… and one day, I'll come back and destroy you!"

Across from her, surrounded by chaos and endless decay, stood the God of Destruction himself.

His form was hidden behind a storm of annihilation, his presence so vast it tore reality apart.

Hearing the girl's voice, Shen Ye stopped. For the first time in eons, he paused.

The chaos parted slightly as he stepped forward ,

a humanoid silhouette emerging from the void. His features were still blurred, but faintly… human.

The girl's breath hitched. The god of oblivion — the being who erased universes — looked human.

"Losing… everything…"

The voice was mechanical, broken, as though time itself cracked when he spoke.

For so long, Shen Ye hadn't uttered a word. To him, beings were nothing but fuel ..unworthy of conversation.

But this girl's defiance stirred something buried within.

Silence stretched, heavy and endless. The girl's heart pounded violently, every instinct screaming to flee.

This wasn't a god — it was destruction itself given form.

"I know more about losing everything than you ever will," Shen Ye finally said, his cold voice slicing through space. "Losing your world. Your family. Your blood. Having no hope left to live. Once, I was just like you — weak… helpless… unable to do anything."

His gaze drifted to the distance as ancient memories — ones older than universes — began to surface.

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