Apocalypse Cheater-Chapter 272: Gathering of the Summit

[: 3rd POV :]

Across the vast, disparate lands of the world, news of the impending Global Summit stirred monarchs, heirs, and hidden powers alike.

For decades, the Summit had remained dormant, a relic of peace forged long ago.

But now, its return marked the possibility of change, it was either prosperity, or war.

Within the core of the Demon Continent

where the Demon Lord, ruler

of Ravesskar resides.

Inside the obsidian throne hall of Ravesskar, Demon King Malgrath lounged on a seat carved from hellflame and volcanic crystal.

A crown of thorns and fire burned upon his horns.

"A summit, after all this time?" he mused, his fingers tapping against the armrest.

His daughter, Princess Vaelira, clad in crimson silk and shadow armor, stood at his side.

"I doubt it will change much. The world fears us too deeply."

"Perhaps," Malgrath grinned, sharp teeth gleaming.

"But fear is a tool. And the Ghost rumors? If true... this world may need monsters like us again."

"I wonder what the summit holds for us?" Malgrath questioned with interest.

"Perhaps, you should come along since I heard the King of Humans is brining his daughter" He said while looking at her.

"Well, I don't mind since I'm a bit interested with the other princess" She said.

On another unknown continent where the Dragon resides, the draconian peaks or also uncommonly known as Skarvaleth Peaks.

High above the clouds, in a lair adorned with molten gold and ancient bones, the Elder Dragon Queen Zytheria stirred from her slumber.

Her son, Kaidros, in human form, stood at the cliff's edge, wings twitching with anticipation.

"Mother, the world whisper of the Summit."

"Let the lesser beings talk," she rumbled, voice deep as thunder. "We've no need to play their political games."

"Even so, it has been decades," Kaidros said, eyes gleaming. "The Ghost walks again. The time of silence may be over."

Zytheria watched him for a moment, then nodded. "Very well, we shall go. But remember, we are dragons. Not pawns to the world itself"

In the Demi-Human Continent, the land of Verdantis where it's known for demi humans who possesses Ancient Bloodline.

Beneath emerald canopies and sacred roots, Chieftain Rhogar of the Beastfolk Council met with his twin children, Rinn and Ralla.

"I do not trust cities and crowns," Rhogar growled.

"But the treaty must hold. Too many bloodlines depend on it."

Ralla nodded, feline tail swaying. "We'll attend. But if the humans dare look down on us again—"

Rinn interrupted calmly. "We go not to fight, but to listen. The world has changed. We must change too."

In the Elf Continent where beauty and even power that surpasses or even surpasses most beings.

In the marble spires of Silvareth, a place where the Queen Amelyria resides, she walked among gardens of singing roses.

Her son, Prince Thelian, stood with a tome of world lore.

"The peace must not break," she said, fingers brushing golden petals.

"And yet it trembles," Thelian replied. "If the Ghost truly returns, even our forests will not be untouched."

"Mother, brother is right" Her daughter, Evlia said.

"If the Ghost have truly returned, then the peace we have...could be shattered" Evlia muttered softly.

Amelyria nodded, her voice resolute.

"Then we will remind them why the Elves were the one of the considered gods gifted children."

Within the center of the world where lies the continent of Giant's also known as Sacred Stones

Within mountains that scraped the stars, High King Brohm of the Giants roared in laughter, shaking the halls.

"Another summit? Perhaps, things about to change once again finally."

His daughter, Yrna, stood nearby, massive blade slung over her shoulder.

"They'll fear us, as they always have."

"Let them," Brohm said. "But I will see this world again before I sleep. And crush any who seek to break the old accords."

Under Sea of Abyss where the Sea Kingdo of Thalassor resides.

Beneath the waves, in a palace of coral and light, Queen Lysanthe of the Deep Court gathered her daughters.

"The tides are unrest..."

Princess Nerith, eyes shimmering with tide-magic, whispered, "The Ghost walks. Even the currents feel it...and the Sea Serpent are wailing"

"Then we rise," Lysanthe said. "Not in war—but in vigilance."

In an unknown continent where all elements of creatures lives in harmony and balance, there lies elementals beings.

In the elemental sanctums, where fire, water, earth, and wind met in eternal convergence, the Four Elemental Lords gathered.

"We have stayed neutral for centuries," murmured Lord Pyros, flames dancing across his skin.

"Yet balance itself now trembles," said Lady Aeira of Wind.

Their children embodiments of raw elemental force watched silently, awaiting command.

"We go to the summit," Pyros decided. "If the Ghost has returned, the Elements must reveal itself once again."

"We don't even know whether that is true or not" Riea, the Lord of Water commented.

"But it doesn't hurt to be caution. After all, the last time we take this lightly, the other lords had to pay the price" Earia, the Lord of Earth Element spoke.

Within the sky above where the Sky Continent resides also known as Aetherion Cliffs.

There were countless island floating but among floating isles and sun-pierced skies, King Aurion reclined upon clouds of sapphire.

His son, Prince Veyle, soared through the winds beside him.

"Do we descend, Father?"

"The Sky does not lower itself for petty politics," Aurion scoffed.

Veyle frowned. "But the peace is fragile. The Ghost could shatter it."

Aurion's expression sobered. "Then we go. But not to talk to watch. And to judge as we had done previously"

In another realm but within the world itself where Spirit Continent lives that were known as Ethereal Veil.

In a realm between realms, where spirits whispered truths through the mist, the High Oracle of Spirits sat cross-legged, eyes closed.

Her daughter, Serene, sat beside her.

"The world stirs again, Mother."

"Yes," the Oracle whispered. "The Ghost's shadow dances through the Veil. Old souls awaken."

Serene looked toward the distant stars. "Will we attend?"

"We must. The threads of fate are currently in turmoil and even I can't understand or know the reason behind it." 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

And so, across the world, in throne rooms, forests, mountains, oceans, skies, and realms unseen, the ancient powers of the world stirred.

The Summit beckoned them, not with words but with weight.

Decades had passed since the last gathering. Since the last Treaty of Peace was etched in blood and oath.

And now, under the looming shadow of the Ghost, the world braced itself for what came next.

In a place where time did not move, where stars did not shine, and where no soul dared to tread…there lies the ancient enemies of the world...the Ghost.

They had been waiting hundreds of years but no one knows the reason behind why, no one knows except the Ghosts itself.

They were ancient close to eternal and forgotten by most, but never gone.

They had never truly disappeared from this world.

They nearly won the war in a time where no one could remember if it weren't for that 'event' to happen.

They ghost had no name, no nation to belong and no family to remember.

They were older than the Dragons or even Elves who have existed for thousands of years.

They were birthed in silence before the first man had took his breath.

No one remembered their beginning perhaps not even they did.

They simply 'existrr'

They had flesh but something about their essence shrouds in mystery.

Their presence was a wound in the world.

Wherever they walked, mountains cracked, rivers turned black, and the sky wept blood.

Within the unknown sealed land, the Ghost stirred.

Their numbers were uncountable, but amongst them all, some stood special.

"It seems that the world forgets…"

Another, colder and crueler, rasped.

"They celebrated their peace… while burying the war we gave them in shallow graves."

A third, sounding like a child humming a lullaby backward, whispered:

"But nothing stays buried forever."

They had not spoken in eons. Not truly. But now… the world was 'calling' their existence once again.

A fragment of their presence, lost in ages past, had awakened.

Its return like the toll of a bell no one remembered forging.

The Summits. The Treaties. The alliances forged in desperation.

It was all meaningless.

"Let them gather," a deeper voice murmured.

"Let the kings and Queens speak of peace… while shadows slip through their gates."

They did not desire conquest.

They did not desire rule.

They desired 'undoing'

To erase what had been built.

To reduce creation to ash and breathless quiet.

Among them, a form shimmered more solid than the rest.

A flicker of shape—a cloaked silhouette without face, only a mask carved from obsidian and time itself.

The Ghost itself was known as 'The Harbinger'.

The first ghost that had existed since the very beginning of this world.

"I will remind them." His voice was stillness before a storm.

"Let them remember why their ancestors feared the dark."

And with that, the Ghost turned its gaze toward the world once again.

The peace that had lasted for decades had become a feast long forgotten.

And now, they would come to collect.

The winds would carry no banners.

The armies would march without sound.

And the Ghost would arrive as it always had

unseen, unstoppable, unwelcome.

But inevitable.