Temple of the Demon Lord of Wishes-Chapter 49: Immense Shockwave

Reves crouched in the shadow of a dark corner, his heart pounding in his chest. His small fists trembled as he tried to keep his breathing as quiet as possible, hoping no one would notice him.

His wide eyes flicked around the room, searching frantically for a way to help his father, but the chaos around him made it seem impossible.

His fingers tightened around the small copper watch he held, its cold metal biting into his palm.

’Does this artifact really do nothing but give me the aura of a Reality Master?’ Reves thought, frustration rising within him.

The watch had been a mystery since he’d first received it, and now, in his desperate moment, it seemed utterly useless.

A sharp pain of helplessness gripped his chest as he cast another glance at his father. Nathan was fighting for his life.

Suddenly, Reves froze. An idea, fragile and uncertain, flickered in his mind.

His hands moved quickly, feeling around in his pockets. His fingers brushed against something cold and smooth—a silver coin.

The glow it emitted was strange, almost ethereal, as if it held a secret power. Reves’s breath caught in his throat.

He clutched the coin in his hand, pressing it close to his chest as though it could somehow channel his desperate prayer.

’Please... save my father...’

He begged, his voice a soft whisper in his mind. His heart ached with the weight of his fear, every beat heavy with the fear of losing the one person who had always been there, even when he was strict or distant.

Though his father had never been the warmest or the most affectionate, Reves had always known that the love between them was deeper than words or gestures. And now, with everything on the line, he felt it more than ever.

No amount of wealth or power could replace his father.

Just as Reves was about to continue praying, a sudden movement in front of him broke his focus.

He looked up to see a familiar face—a tall figure with striking white hair and a sly, almost mischievous grin.

"Uncle bodyguard?" Reves blurted out, his voice filled with surprise. "What are you doing here?"

Ivaim’s grin widened, a glint of amusement in his eyes as he raised an eyebrow.

"Shouldn’t I be the one asking you that?" he replied smoothly, his voice laced with a hint of playful sarcasm. "The Spirit with Good Luck sent me. He’s here to fulfill your wishes."

Reves blinked, momentarily stunned by the unexpected arrival.

For a split second, relief flooded through him, but it was quickly replaced by a fresh wave of panic. The situation was dire, and the last thing he could afford was distractions.

"U-uncle, please, you have to help my dad!" Reves stammered, his voice shaking with urgency.

"These strange people are attacking him! They’re too powerful! I don’t know what to do!"

His breath quickened as his mind raced. The thought of his father in danger, helpless against those monsters, made his chest tighten with fear.

Ivaim’s lips twitched at the mention of "uncle," but there was something deeper in his gaze—a flicker of acknowledgment mixed with a strange, almost imperceptible sadness.

He had always found Reves’s unwavering trust and innocence a bit endearing, though he never showed it.

"Alright," Ivaim said, his voice flat but steady. He turned his attention towards the scene unfolding in front of them.

He studied the floating veil, his sharp eyes narrowing at the three figures below, assuming they were the ones behind the attack on Reves’s father. The sight was tense, like a storm ready to break. His mind worked quickly, analyzing the scene.

’A veil? The Black Veil Master? Is she the one behind this attack?’ he thought, his instincts flaring. But he dismissed the idea almost as quickly as it came.

’No... it seems more like she’s the one being attacked.’

His gaze flicked across the scene. ’Where’s Reves’ father? Could he be inside that veil? Why is the Black Veil Master helping him...?’

His eyes darted back and forth, scanning the area as his mind raced. ’And how the hell am I supposed to help?’

The uncertainty gnawed at him, but he pushed it aside. He wasn’t here to think; he was here to act.

Just as he was about to refocus on the situation, one of the three figures moved. A glint of metal flashed in the air—he watched, his breath catching in his throat.

The figure drew a dagger, its blade shimmering with an eerie light. Ivaim’s hair stood on end.

’That dagger...’ His instincts screamed danger. ’A Threshold Item!.’

He could feel it, the weight of the power in the air—heavy, suffocating. The moment the dagger’s blade caught the light, he felt it. The kind of danger that made his pulse spike and his body tense.

It was a sharp, unnatural feeling—like something deep in the world was out of balance. A pressure that pushed against his chest.

’Immense danger...’

The instant the thought crossed his mind, Ivaim’s body moved before his brain could catch up.

With a swift motion, he grabbed Reves by the arm, pulling him close and activating [Lucky Leap].

Time seemed to slow as the air around them thickened, a heavy tension coiling in the space between them.

Without warning, a massive shockwave erupted from the trio, tearing through the air with a deafening roar. The sheer force of it was enough to make the ground tremble beneath their feet.

The shockwave was violent, unstoppable, a force that seemed to twist the very atmosphere, ripping everything in its path apart.

Buildings around them groaned and buckled under the pressure, crumbling into debris. The once-sturdy walls splintered as if they were made of sand, collapsing in on themselves, and the shattered remnants were sent flying in all directions.

The force hit with such brutality that it felt as if the entire world had shifted on its axis. Pieces of stone, wood, and metal were flung into the air like broken toys.

The black veil hovering above the three figures reacted violently. The humming sound that had filled the air stopped abruptly, replaced by a sharp crack as the shockwave slammed into its edges. The three figures didn’t stand a chance against the shockwave.

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The force sent them hurtling backward, their bodies whipped through the air like ragdolls. One figure slammed into a nearby building, the impact creating a crater in the wall.

Another was tossed into the sky before crashing down to the ground with an unsettling thud.

The third rolled across the debris-filled streets, their limbs flailing as they tried in vain to regain control. The shockwave had erupted from them with such intensity that their bodies couldn’t withstand its full power, leaving them sprawled and disoriented.

Reves, wide-eyed with fear, took in the carnage around him. The world seemed to spin as the weight of the destruction settled in. His breath caught in his throat.

"What... what just happened?" he whispered, his voice trembling with a mix of awe and terror.

Ivaim didn’t respond immediately. His mind was already on high alert, every sense sharp and ready for the next threat. His body moved instinctively, his gaze sweeping the area for any signs of danger. Reves’ question faded into the background as Ivaim’s survival instincts screamed at him.

’Run. Run. RUN.’