Chapter 250: THE END

David's breath hitched, his gaze locked on the figure descending from the void above. A chilling sense of recognition washed over him, freezing him in place. "It can't be," he muttered under his breath, his arms tightening around Elara's fragile form. The scene before him was ripped straight from the pages of 'Trials of Valor', the novel he once devoured.

His mind raced, recalling the ominous description of the First Disciple of Chaos, a harbinger of destruction.

Obsidian wings that blotted out the sky, a crown of raven and silver hair that spelled doom, and twin blades capable of shattering reality itself.

It was her. The ultimate antagonist. The woman who obliterated the Holy Nation of Sanctaria Principal, gathering its countless souls into the void.