Beyond the Apocalypse-Chapter 1085: Take revenge for me

The eyes of the White Death and the rest of the Sovereigns widened as they saw the True Depravita of Wrath blasted across the void, his body tearing apart under the overwhelming force of the impact.

For a moment, it seemed as if he would explode like a balloon filled with blood.

But then his eyes shone.

His regenerative abilities were pushed beyond their limits, flesh reforming even as it was being destroyed. Muscles rebuilt themselves, bones reknit, and torn organs regenerated in a desperate race against annihilation. His body restored itself at the exact moment the destructive force threatened to erase it completely.

Shock flashed through the distorted eyes of Dream of Madness.

What had appeared to be a simple strike had in truth carried an immense amount of condensed energy. The moment the creature sensed the failure of the Quantum Eye, it had poured massive power into its claw, intending to erase the True Depravita of Wrath in a single blow.

Yet he still lived.

That survival caused the hatred and loathing within the Alien Empyrean to burn even brighter.

With a furious shriek, its claws and countless tentacles burst forward, determined to finish what it had begun.

Unfortunately for Dream of Madness, several plasma beams and blazing white suns intercepted the attack. The Sovereigns moved instantly, their combined power crashing into the writhing limbs and forcing them back before they could reach Vlad.

"ROOOOOAAARRR!"

Dream of Madness roared in pure rage, releasing an aura of fear and insanity that shook the hearts of those who faced it. Terror pressed against their minds like a physical force.

But the Sovereigns did not retreat.

Their will remained absolute.

They attacked with everything they had, refusing to allow the abomination to advance toward the Xaos King.

Dream of Madness watched as the True Depravita of Wrath continued regenerating. The lingering effects of the strike were already fading. It was only a matter of time before he recovered enough to fight again.

And that worried it.

The damage the Empyrean had suffered was catastrophic. More than half of its internal organs had been destroyed. A third of its head—and brain—had been severed. Even if it managed to kill and devour the Sovereigns, its cultivation could still fall. If the battle dragged on any longer, defeat was a real possibility.

A flash of brutal determination ignited in its eyes.

It knew it could not reach the True Depravita of Wrath before he fully recovered and regained access to the Quantum Eye.

But melee attacks were not its only power.

Before the Sovereigns could react, Dream of Madness plunged its claws into its own chest. With a violent motion, it grabbed hold of its mangled ribcage and tore it open.

Blood erupted like a fountain from the wound.

Yet that gruesome sight was insignificant compared to what lay within.

At the core of its body floated three radiant orbs of burning orange light. They circled one another, generating a strange, chaotic force field. Simply looking at them made the minds of the Sovereigns tremble. A sense of madness beyond reason seeped into their consciousness—a power capable of corrupting and twisting even Primordial Gods.

This was the core essence of the Alien Empyrean.

Before Vlad or anyone else could act, the energy within the three orbs suddenly converged.

It erupted outward, forming a massive cannon of condensed madness.

The attack ignored space and time.

It reached the True Depravita of Wrath instantly.

Vlad clenched his teeth and activated Quantum Expanse in an attempt to evade.

But the beam did not strike him directly.

Instead, it collided with reality itself.

The fabric of existence warped and folded inward, forming a distorted domain that swallowed him whole.

"Xaos King!"

The White Death reacted immediately, releasing a massive surge of white flames that crashed against the forming domain. Entropy spread across its surface, attempting to erode it.

But even that power failed.

The domain remained intact.

Meanwhile, outside, fountains of blood poured from every wound and orifice of Dream of Madness. The cost of using that technique was enormous. Its already shattered body deteriorated even further.

And yet, its eyes shone with exhilaration.

It had neutralized the True Depravita of Wrath.

Soon, the domain would consume and erase his existence entirely.

Slowly, the Alien Empyrean turned its gaze toward the remaining Sovereigns.

Its eyes glowed with delight and murderous intent.

As the domain took care of the greatest threat, it would personally crush the insolent insects who had dared to oppose it.

The White Death, Merlin, Ankil, Orkin, and Brightkin clenched their fists as that terrifying gaze fell upon them.

The True Depravita of Wrath had not only been one of their strongest fighters, but his Quietus Flames had also slowed the creature’s regeneration, speed, and attacks.

Without that suppression, the situation had become far more dangerous.

"No fear! No hesitation!" the White Death roared as white flames burst from his body.

"If this is the end, we will face it with courage and honor!"

The Sovereigns’ eyes hardened with resolve.

They would fight until their final breath.

"ARGHHHH!"

With battle cries that shook the void, they charged toward the Alien Empyrean, initiating what could very well be the final clash of the battle.

While that catastrophic confrontation unfolded in the void, an even more horrifying struggle was taking place inside the domain created by Dream of Madness.

Vlad found himself submerged in a thick, viscous substance that resembled burning tar.

It clung to him, seeping into his wounds, pressing against his body from all directions.

Breathing became difficult.

Movement felt heavy.

But that suffocating pressure was only the beginning.

Shapes began to move within the dark liquid.

Creatures formed from the same substance slithered through the domain, their forms unstable and grotesque. They lunged toward him relentlessly—slashing, biting, tearing. Some tried to force their way into his body through his mouth, eyes, ears, and wounds.

It was an endless nightmare.

A realm of living madness.

And Vlad stood alone within it.

The True Depravita of Wrath had faced countless horrors in his life, but being drawn into the metaphysical manifestation of pure madness was something else entirely.

The sensation was beyond pain—it was violation, corruption, and despair given form. It was a nightmare unlike anything he had ever endured.

He fought back with everything he had. Wrathful energy surged through his limbs as he struck, burned, and tore apart the creatures that swarmed him. Yet for every one destroyed, more emerged from the suffocating blackness.

Even the power of his Quantum Eye proved useless here. This dimension did not obey the laws of space or time. It was a realm born from the life essence of an Empyrean—a domain of madness where reason, distance, and causality had no meaning.

Unless he found a way out soon, this place would become his grave.

Vlad forced himself to focus. Again and again, he searched for an opening, a weakness, any fluctuation in the oppressive reality around him. But there was nothing. No boundary. No flaw. No escape.

He was trapped.

The darkness thickened, swallowing him as if the domain itself were alive. It pressed against his soul, seeking to extinguish not only his will, but also the fused spirits of the other True Depravitas within him. Their presence flickered as the madness closed in.

Then, as despair threatened to consume him, a final image appeared in his mind.

A beautiful young woman, holding two infants in her arms.

Warmth. Peace. Something fragile... something worth protecting.

It was the life he had wanted to safeguard with every fragment of his being.

But fate was cruel, and it seemed his journey was about to end.

"Warrior of the Light!"

Just as the darkness surged to swallow his existence, a voice echoed across the void—radiant, powerful, and filled with ancient authority. The sound alone pushed the madness back, expelling the black tar that had begun to infiltrate his body.

Vlad coughed violently, spitting out thick strands of darkness. A wave of revulsion ran through him, but he forced himself to steady his breathing.

There was no time to falter.

Before him, a small point of light appeared, shining steadily amid the chaos. Wherever its glow touched, the madness recoiled.

"What... is happening?" Vlad asked, his voice hoarse.

"Warrior of the Light," the voice replied, heavy with sorrow. "I am the Primordial God of this realm... or what remains of me."

Though it was only a tiny spark, Vlad could feel the emotions emanating from it—regret, grief, and a loneliness beyond measure.

"There is little time," the light continued. "I left behind the last fragment of my Primordial Divine Domain, hidden so that it would awaken if the invader ever broke free."

Silence followed, heavy with pain so deep that Vlad felt it echo within his own soul.

"It took everything from me," the Primordial God said quietly. "It twisted my people... my family... into monsters beyond salvation. I do not even remember my own name. I was weak. I failed."

For a moment, the light trembled with sorrow.

Then its radiance sharpened.

"But you..." the voice said, now burning with restrained fury, "you can take revenge for me."