Entering Apocalypse in Easy-Mode-Chapter 597: A Jolt Through Cosmos

Far above the ruined city, beyond the broken sky of the scenario and the trembling laws of the mortal plane, another realm stirred.

In the radiant dominion of Archangel Gabriel, where white spires rose and rivers of light flowed without source or end, silence reigned as it always had.

After the domain stabilized again, choirs of lesser angels hovered in ordered formation, their voices weaving eternal harmonies across a sky made of luminous scripture.

Then it happened.

Gabriel paused in the middle of his steps.

The Archangel stood upon a vast balcony carved from crystal, his wings folded in immaculate symmetry behind his back.

His eyes which reflected the unfolding fates of countless worlds sharpened.

A tremor passed through him. It was not physical, or even spiritual in any common sense.

It was a jolt. A pulse that did not belong to the realm of Eden.

For a split second, the light around him dimmed.

Gabriel’s feathers bristled. A sensation crawled along his spine, something ancient and hostile brushing against the outermost edge of divine perception.

It was not directed at him directly yet it felt as if a blade had been drawn somewhere in the vastness of existence.

"Impossible..." he murmured.

It felt like something had awakened. A presence that should not have returned.

The feeling vanished as quickly as it came. The rivers of light resumed their steady glow. The choirs did not falter. The realm appeared unchanged.

But Gabriel remained still.

For the first time since they had killed Clyde, an ominous chill lingered beneath his flawless composure.

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Far above the ruined city, beyond the fractured sky of the scenario and the trembling mortal plane, the higher realms stirred.

On the peak of Mount Olympus realm, where clouds bowed to divinity and golden palaces shimmered with lights, the gods held their eternal court.

At the center of the celestial throne hall, Zeus paused.

A faint tremor passed through the heavens. Lightning that had coiled lazily around his fingers stilled. His sharp gaze shifted toward the mortal world below.

For the briefest moment—less than a heartbeat—something foreign brushed against his divine senses.

Not a prayer, summoning, or a sign of rebellion.

It was something else entirely.

It felt hostile toward him and just awake.

The air around Olympus seemed to thin.

"What was that?" Zeus muttered, thunder rumbling in his voice.

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Beside a marble column carved with scenes of ancient wars, Athena straightened from her quiet contemplation. Her grey eyes narrowed.

She had felt it too.

She felt a pulse of intent like a blade drawn in absolute silence.

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Far below the heavens, in the shadowed depths of the Underworld, Hades froze upon his obsidian throne. The river Styx rippled unnaturally. Souls wandering the ashen plains turned restless.

Hades’ expression darkened. The dead did not cause this. Nor did the living.

Something beyond the cycle of life and death had stirred.

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In the roaring forge beneath volcanic flame, Hephaestus felt his hammer falter. The metal beneath it shivered without heat. He scowled.

The vibration had not come from just the lower realm.

Across the sea, waves rose and then abruptly stilled as Poseidon gripped his trident. Leviathans dove deep without command.

The ocean recoiled. Poseidon’s eyes hardened.

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Even beyond Olympus, in colder realms of another realm, the All-Father Odin lifted his single eye from the floor when he felt the disturbance. It was brief but had a lasting impact.

Odin did not speak. But his fingers tightened around his spear.

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Far across the desert winds of another ancient land, the sun faltered for an instant as Ra also sensed the flicker through the air.

Then the pulse vanished in an instant from their senses.

The sky resumed their glow.

The seas roared again.

The Underworld quieted.

The sun burned steady.

But among those who had felt it, silence lingered.

A shared understanding passed unspoken between gods of different realms.

Something had awakened.

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Below the silent High Realms, the battlefield stirred again.

The mountain of rubble that had once been a towering building moved, cracked, and then burst apart.

Chunks of concrete slid down in heavy cascades. Steel beams groaned as they bent and snapped. Thick and choking dust poured into the air, turning the entire area into a gray haze.

There was a movement.

Clyde stepped out first.

Debris fell from his shoulders as he straightened. Fine sparks of lightning crawled across his body, flickering along his arms and wrapping loosely around the Demonic Sword in his grip. The weapon hummed. The pale bone now veined with faint electric light.

His eyes were already locked forward.

Mina emerged moments later from behind a collapsed slab, pushing it aside with effort. Her armor was cracked in several places with dust and blood smeared across its surface.

She let out a breath sharply then steadying herself, then raised her daggers again without hesitation.

Across from them, the rubble also moved again.

The spear-wielding man rose from within it, forcing aside broken concrete with one arm.

Blood ran from the corner of his mouth but his grip on the spear never loosened. His eyes burned with focus as they fixed on Clyde.

He had already prepared.

The moment Clyde took a step forward, lightning snapping under his feet.

The spear wielder launched himself forward first.

Both of them moved at the same time.

Clyde vanished in a flash of white-blue light.

The spear wielder surged ahead in a straight line. His muscles tensed and his weapon angled perfectly.

They met in the center.

The Demonic Sword and spear collided with a violent crack that split the air.

Shockwaves erupted everywhere, kicking up dust and sending loose debris flying in all directions.

The ground beneath them fractured again, cracks spreading in jagged patterns.

They did not separate for a long time.

Clyde pressed forward immediately. His sword moved in sharp and relentless arcs. Lightning trailed his swings, leaving streaks of white light in the air. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

The spear wielder answered without hesitation.

His weapon spun and redirected, intercepting each strike with precise timing. Sparks burst at every clash, metal grinding against bone, force meeting force in rapid succession.

Clyde stepped in.

The spear wielder twisted his stance.

Another collision happened. Then another.

Their movements became chaotic to the eye. Strikes overlapped. Feints blurred into real attacks. The sound of their weapons crashing echoed continuously, never fully stopping.

Lightning snapped outward from Clyde’s blade, striking the ground and exploding small craters around them.

The spear wielder endured it, pushing forward through the pressure.

His teeth clenched and his arms strained with each block and counter.

Around them, the rubble cracking again.

A large slab of concrete lifted and was thrown aside as the shield bearer forced himself out. His armor was dented and cracked but his posture remained solid.

He rolled his shoulders then reached for his shield, which reformed in his grip with a faint glow.

Nearby, the caster woman emerged more carefully. Pieces of debris hovered briefly around her as she stepped free. Her eyes were already scanning the battlefield. Magic flickered faintly around her fingers as she regained control.

Both of them looked toward the center of the fight.

Clyde and the spear wielder were still locked in relentless combat. Neither had slowed.

The ground beneath them continued to break with every impact.

The battle was still far from ending. In fact, it had only just resumed.

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