Beyond the Apocalypse-Chapter 1083: Dream of Madness is free

This was definitely not the first time the White Death had faced death.

Normally, in moments like this, his mind and soul would become perfectly still, filled only with cold focus and absolute clarity. Fear had no place in him, and neither did hesitation.

But this time was different.

This time, rage burned in his heart.

Wrath followed it, fierce and unyielding.

And the moment those emotions surged, they became a gate.

A ripple of power flashed through space, and the next instant the True Depravita of Wrath appeared directly in front of the White Death.

Vlad clenched his teeth as he pushed the power of the Seal of Envy to its absolute limit. His durability skyrocketed, layers of defensive force condensing over his body and soul. Without a single moment of hesitation, he raised the Quietus Sword and swung with every ounce of strength he possessed.

The blade crashed against the descending claw.

"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!"

A massive explosion erupted.

Grey flames and cosmic force burst outward, the collision generating a shockwave powerful enough to distort the surrounding void. For a fraction of a second, the claw slowed.

But only for a fraction.

The limb of the Dream of Madness continued forward, overwhelming Vlad’s strike with monstrous power. The impact slammed into the Quietus Sword, driving it back and sending the True Depravita of Wrath crashing into the White Death.

The force did not stop there.

Both of them were hurled out of the tomb, blasted like meteors into the empty dimension beyond.

Shock filled the eyes of the remaining Sovereigns.

They saw Vlad’s arm explode from the impact, fragments of flesh and bone scattering into the void. At the same time, the sound of cracking bones echoed from the White Death’s body, making it clear he had not escaped unscathed either.

But there was no time to focus on them.

Dream of Madness seized the gates of the tomb and began forcing its body forward.

Its chest was burned open, rivers of blackened blood pouring down into the darkness. A deep grey wound split its skull, reaching all the way into its brain. Its internal organs were mangled and half-destroyed.

Yet none of that weakened the emotion burning within it.

After countless ages of imprisonment, it was finally going to be free.

"RUMBLE!"

But just as its head pushed beyond the arc of the tomb’s entrance, the interior of the structure trembled violently.

Primordial Divine Power erupted.

Chains of pure golden light manifested from the core of the tomb, moving faster than thought. They pierced into the body of the abomination, spearing through flesh, hooking into muscle and bone, anchoring themselves deep within its massive frame.

Then they pulled.

Brightkin, Orkin, Merlin, and Ankil stared in shock.

They had heard the theory—that the Dream of Madness had invaded the soul of a Primordial God, using it as a gestation vessel to enter the main plane of existence. That the dying deity had sealed itself within the tomb to imprison both of them for eternity.

Now, seeing that overwhelming surge of Primordial Divine Power, the truth was undeniable.

The god had not died quietly.

It was still resisting.

"ARGHHHHHH!"

The Dream of Madness roared in fury, its voice shaking the void as it struggled against the chains, pouring all its strength into refusing to be dragged back into its prison.

The four Sovereigns did not hesitate.

Their energies exploded.

Attacks rained down upon the abomination.

Their abilities could not pierce its outer flesh, but Null Horizon had already destroyed much of its internal structure. So they targeted the exposed organs instead.

Lightning, arcs of light, blood waves, and destructive plasma surged into its open chest.

Burning hatred filled the eyes of the Dream of Madness as its internal organs were shredded further under the relentless barrage. But it did not retreat.

Instead, it pushed harder.

Muscles tore.

Bones cracked.

Sections of its own body were ripped apart as it forced itself forward, willing to sacrifice anything to escape the damned tomb.

Not far away, Vlad’s body drifted through the void.

The previous strike had not only destroyed his arm—it had shaken his soul, disrupting his control and scattering his focus.

For several seconds, his eyes were unfocused.

Then clarity returned.

Determination hardened his gaze.

His Depravita Aura erupted, life force surging violently through his body. Flesh regenerated. Bone reformed. His shattered arms restored themselves, and the Quietus Sword returned to his grip.

Nearby, the White Death also regained control.

His injuries were less severe than Vlad’s, but unlike the True Depravita, he did not possess an immortal body. It took him longer to stabilize his condition.

At last, white flames ignited within his eyes again.

His aura rose like a blazing sun.

The two Paragons glanced at each other.

No words were needed.

They exchanged solemn nods.

Then they moved.

Both shot forward like falling stars, their eyes filled with cold determination.

Vlad moved first, flashing toward the head of the Dream of Madness.

The alien entity burned with rage as it saw him approach. It could not use its claws to crush him—they were locked onto the gates, holding its position against the pulling chains.

But it still had weapons.

The countless tentacles forming its face surged forward, each one radiating immense power and the corruptive force of madness.

Yet the moment they reached Vlad, they passed through him.

The Quantum Eye glowed.

Space distorted.

The attacks were ignored.

The next instant, Vlad stood directly in front of the creature’s face.

With a roar, he swung the Quietus Sword.

Hundreds of arcs of sundering plasma exploded outward, each one infused with the combined forces within his soul—space, lightning, destruction, and more.

Blood fountains erupted from the Dream of Madness’ face.

The cuts carved deep, reaching the bone. Entire sections of flesh were shredded.

Dozens of the tentacles forming its visage were severed and sent drifting into the void.

The Empyrean screamed.

And in that moment—

The White Death arrived.

He appeared directly before the creature’s open chest and drove his fist forward.

The punch landed.

It exploded like an ocean of white flames.

"ARGHHHHHH!"

The Dream of Madness shrieked in agony as Entropy devoured a massive portion of its remaining internal organs.

Merlin and the others clenched their teeth as they began to burn their life force. There was no room for hesitation on this battlefield. They were facing an Empyrean, and at this moment, it was unable to fully fight back.

That meant they had to unleash every last fragment of power within their bodies, inflicting as much damage as possible if they wanted even the faintest chance of surviving this battle.

Vlad continued to swing the Quietus Sword as fast as he could, carving away at the massive body and destroying everything within reach. Waves of Quietus Force spread through the wounds, suppressing the Alien Lord’s terrifying regenerative capabilities and slowing the recovery of its shattered flesh.

The White Death pressed forward relentlessly, his fists striking again and again as he drove the flames of Entropy deeper into the monster’s body. With each blow, erosion spread further, eating away at organs, nerves, and bone. Every passing second brought unbearable agony to Dream of Madness.

Yet even under pain that would have driven a Hell Paragon into insanity, the Alien Lord refused to yield. Instead, it pushed forward with growing strength, its will only hardening as the torment intensified.

"CRACK!"

At last, one of the massive chains binding the creature snapped.

And the next second, a ripping sound followed as another chain tore away a huge portion of Dream of Madness’s arm. The injury was catastrophic, flesh and bone being violently separated. But despite the damage, the breaking chains brought the creature closer to the desire that had sustained it for millennia—freedom.

More and more chains shattered.

With each restraint that broke, the Empyrean’s movements grew faster and more powerful.

"ARRRGHHHHHHHHH!"

A scream filled with maddening rage and unstoppable determination erupted from the creature as it forced its colossal body forward in a final, desperate push. Its claws gripped the edges of the tomb’s gate with terrifying strength. The ancient structure groaned and cracked under the pressure as the remaining chains either shattered outright or were ripped free from their anchors.

With a thunderous roar, the Empyrean burst through the arch of the tomb, emerging beyond the prison that had confined it for ages.

The moment it broke free, Vlad, the White Death, and the rest of the Sovereigns retreated without hesitation, creating distance between themselves and the abomination. Their fists tightened, and their hearts pounded heavily within their chests.

They had burned its internal organs.

They had shattered its face.

They had pierced its brain.

The divine chain had torn apart muscle and bone.

Those were wounds that would have crippled—or outright killed—any other existence.

But none of it seemed to matter.

Standing beyond the ruins of its prison, Dream of Madness released a deafening roar of pure thrill and savage excitement.

After countless ages of confinement...

It was finally free.