[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-a-knight-who-eternally-regresses":3,"chapter-a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-769":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","A Knight Who Eternally Regresses",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":20,"prevChapterSlug":21,"totalChapters":22,"novelImage":23},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":16,"volume":17,"translator":18,"content_hash":19},428476,689,"Chapter 765","a-knight-who-eternally-regresses-chapter-769",769,"\u003Cp>A Knight Who Eternally Regresses\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beneath the tall wooden spires rose the long, sprawling Thornbriar Fortress Wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The surface of the wall was covered with the wails of restless spirits, rolling toward them like a wave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aaaaaaah—!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a chorus of unintelligible whispers, low, resonant tones weaving together something like a melody, and shrill, piercing screams cutting through two distinct voices.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was a choir made up of evil spirits.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The choir of restless spirits clad in the Thorn Shroud echoed in their ears and set their hearts pounding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a harmony laden with despair and fear, sorrow and agony intermingled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ominous—every note pressed anxiety onto its listeners, instilling the urge to either join them or simply die, so overwhelming was the sound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that effect was only for ordinary folks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It didn't apply to the Madmen Knights.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Man, they're really noisy,\" Rem commented.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had already fortified his zone with sorcery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even without it, he wasn't the type to be rattled by the shrieks of such second-rate creatures.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He picked his ear with his pinky fingertip, then blew on it and, with a sigh, added,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Could you keep it down?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, visualization was a specialty of his sorcery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem was especially good at conjuring whatever he needed, precisely when he needed it and customizing it on the spot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No sooner had Rem finished speaking than a black shadow surged up behind him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nobody present knew it, but this was the manifestation of a Tiger Beast that had survived over a hundred years in the Pen-Hanil Mountains.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a being that fed on and devoured souls—a natural enemy of evil spirits.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aaaaah—ah, ah.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The noise from the Thornbriar Fortress Wall gradually grew quieter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The carved eyes of restless spirits embedded in the wall, hollowed out from trees, averted their gaze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though nothing more than round, pupil-less forms—hastily whittled from wood and lacking any real vigilance—they seemed to recoil.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was as if the wall itself had become frightened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Shh.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem raised his index finger to his lips and hushed them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid stared straight ahead, indifferent, while Teresa quietly opened her mouth in surprise before closing it again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She hadn't been startled—she'd simply been about to step forward, only to realize now that it wasn't necessary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, what Rem had done was impressive, but nobody here was surprised by it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Around here, that was the expected minimum.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Naturally, everyone's gaze shifted upward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The towering trees looked no different from spires built by humans.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their broad branches served as a platform—which also explained how the midnight-blue-skinned fairy had managed to roll out of the way of Enkrid's thrown spear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The figure clad in black armor lowered his shield slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the shield that had shallow grooves—the marks left from blocking the Relic Throwing Spear that Enkrid hurled with all his strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Woo-ung—wooong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A vibration rang out from within the visor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whatever it meant, it was impossible to decipher—just an attempt to communicate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fairy, who had been knocked down, pressed her hand to the ground and stood up again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her eyes locked onto Enkrid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her eyes weren't filled with shock, but she was clearly surprised as she glared at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If you stare at me like that, I might get embarrassed,\" Enkrid replied with a shrug, and Shinar quietly echoed him from beside,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Rotten and decayed, reeking of poison rather than nourishment—what makes such a thing dare to glare at anyone?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, Luagarne took a few steps forward and skillfully snapped her whip, retrieving the fallen throwing spear and tossing it back to Enkrid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He caught it with a sharp smack, grabbed the shaft, compressed it back into a stick, and secured it at his waist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We really made a flashy entrance,\" Ropord muttered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Is that the thing we're supposed to cut down?\" Fel asked, pointing forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His intent to slice through even the fortress wall was clear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"An old fairy like that is nothing.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ignoring the Corrupted Fairy entirely, those two began to insult Shinar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Fruit is only delicious when it's ripe.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shinar calmly shot back, whispering to Enkrid, \"It's the law of the world that things get tastier the longer they age.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Regardless of her anger, she always spoke her mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was a habit of Shinar's that Enkrid had noticed time and again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the Demonic Domain, and in front of them stood Thornbriar Fortress—a rare structure even for this cursed land.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet, no one seemed afraid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In fact, their composure bordered on nonchalance—it was an unhinged, almost leisurely behavior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their attitude clashed with the situation and environment; it was a clear dissonance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Look at these guys.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just then, under the Spire Tree and atop the Thornbriar Fortress Wall, a man stepped out, staring intently in their direction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His skin was dark, but he still fell within the range of what you'd call human, and his appearance was unremarkable—someone you'd see anywhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Brown hair, brown eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The only unusual thing was that he was a bit larger than average, though still smaller than Audin or Teresa.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was hard to gauge his exact height from up there, but they could guess well enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid's gaze moved toward him, and their eyes met.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man seemed to immediately recognize who stood at the center of the group that had just arrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid hadn't thought there would be many humans living in the Demonic Domain, so he asked,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sacred Land Sect?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew that the Demonic Domain Sacred Land Sect was a cult that worshiped the Demonic Domain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So it wasn't too surprising if some of them were actually living here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was easy enough to expect that, aside from the ones operating on the Continent, there would still be some left in this place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sacred Land Sect? Why are you bringing up those idiots? I'm an Apostle of Red Foot.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid didn't understand a word the man was saying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Red Foot—what was that supposed to mean?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was a gap in information between the two of them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The problem was that neither of them seemed interested in filling in the gaps for each other.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was something else unusual about the man, too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though he spoke the Imperial language, there was a distinctly odd accent to it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You sure talk a lot.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rem cut in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Is he an enemy?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fel asked again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, Luagarne and Ropord had been searching for the entrance to the Thornbriar Fortress Wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two of them were whispering to each other and getting on with the job they were supposed to do.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But there was no sign of an entrance anywhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Do they climb up and down the fortress wall every time they come and go?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Corrupted fairy, bow still in hand, glared at Enkrid, while Shinar calmly studied the spirit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What is Red Foot?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unconcerned with what his allies were busy doing, Enkrid questioned the man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead of answering, the man glanced over the group and spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He is the one destined to become a god.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No point in asking more—he's not going to give a straight answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the kind of certainty that comes from intuition.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yeah, figured as much.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid replied indifferently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man standing atop the fortress wall smirked and mocked him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This is Thornbriar Fortress. I am its lord.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Huh, looks about right.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While the man took a deep breath, Enkrid spoke up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both men raised their voices, which echoed across the area.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then the man curled one side of his mouth into a sneer, looking down at the whole group as he spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His manner was unsettlingly composed and casual—even more so for how out of place it was, making it all the more unpleasant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mere fact that he could sound so calm in this situation only added to the discomfort.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So what do you think you can do?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even though the man's voice grew quiet, it was clearer than when he'd been shouting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If anything, it cut straight into their ears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"…Wow.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The group was momentarily at a loss for words, but Rem was the first to respond, sounding genuinely impressed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Look at this guy—his confidence is off the charts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man lifted his foot and tapped it against the floor, a showy little gesture, as if to say, \"I have this wall to protect me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid laughed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moments like this, he couldn't help but feel a rush—maybe even excitement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There had been times in the past when he hadn't been strong enough to protect those behind him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It hadn't happened just once or twice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Strength is what you need if you want to achieve your goals.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He'd heard similar advice more than once, and he himself had reached the same conclusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That's why he wielded his sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sometimes, even when he threw everything he had into it—even when he fought as if his life depended on it—he'd accomplished nothing at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yeah, he'd been there before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There'd been times when he'd been knocked around because he simply wasn't strong enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That time had passed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That's why.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching that guy step forward, I felt a surge of anticipation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What would happen if the very thing he trusts in came crashing down?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I didn't know exactly what the Red Foot was, but it was obvious it was something comparable to the Sacred Land Sect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And hadn't Zhoraslav warned us before we got here?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You must be careful with the High Priest.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Well, that was all Zhoraslav knew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Supposedly, he was the one who had taken people from the Village several times.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You're the High Priest, aren't you?\" Enkrid asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man responded by curling both corners of his lips up gently now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His grin was stretched so high, it looked like it might reach his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a twisted smile—not something you'd ever see on a normal person.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yeah, there was no way this guy was human, just judging from that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Honestly, looking so ordinary on the outside only drove home how abnormal he really was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, who but a madman would build a castle like that and live out here in the Demonic Domain?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So you really thought all you had to do was break through the Groomroot pack and it would be over?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man let out a chuckle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind him, dark soot began to billow upward, taking shape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had no wings but formed a hulking, muscle-bound shadow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even though it was a shadow like black soot, its bulky, muscular shape was clearly visible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That's wishful thinking. Markante Burta ha-\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was not the one to finish the sentence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Bur.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ending came from the corrupted fairy atop the spire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She lowered her longbow and spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Survive. I'll be the one to kill you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her words were directed at Enkrid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Somehow, even though she was whispering from way up there, the Corrupted Fairy's voice rang out clearly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet, the Spire Tree was so tall you had to crane your neck just to see her high above.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don't worry. I'll protect him.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shinar answered her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I feel like I've been the one protecting you all the way here.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid turned his head and replied dryly, and Shinar gave him a faint smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And that's made me happy.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She spoke so openly and warmly, I found myself at a loss for words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aaaaaaaaaaa—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As soon as the one presumed to be the High Priest finished speaking, the fortress walls trembled once more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The chanting of the Restless Spirits, each clothed in the Thornbriar Shroud, rose louder and deeper than before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this level, even a Knight would struggle not to be affected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hmph.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ropord let out a snort.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The grating sound shot straight from ear to body, sending a jarring chill through us.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"They're coming.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was Jaxen speaking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even without being particularly sensitive, it was easy to sense their presence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From both sides and the rear of the wall, black masses tumbled to the ground, rolling steadily closer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a horde of Ghouls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Judging by their completely blackened forms, it seemed the Ghouls of the Demonic Domain were something else entirely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Cry out until dawn. I'll use your screams as my lullaby.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The High Priest's voice brimmed with curiosity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yes, let's see how long these intruders can keep rampaging.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had been so long since such entertaining prey had come along.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was why he mocked them, almost in amusement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid turned his head left and right, looking up at the fortress walls as he pondered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What should I do next\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Screeeech!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Overhead, three massive black birds—each easily large enough to snatch up a person—circled in the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feathers fell from their bodies, drifting down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each of those fallen feathers was as big as half of Audin's forearm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were formidable Beasts, their size impossible to ignore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To be precise, they were modified Beasts, but that was something none of those present could possibly know.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Enkrid watched the Monsters and Beasts, there was one thing he understood with certainty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'If we had left this place alone, everyone would have died.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even now, he recalled the Corruptors' Village.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside, they had already swept away all the Monsters and minor Colonies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because of that, they managed to protect a single Corruptors' Village tainted by Demonic Energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>However, considering the sheer number of Monsters packed in here, claiming they had safeguarded anyone seemed nearly meaningless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The approaching Ghouls looked strange as well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their bodies bore stitch marks all over their necks and heads.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their mouths were sewn shut, and it seemed their skulls had been split open and then crudely pieced back together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Someone had clearly tampered with these Monsters in some strange way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the Ghouls advanced, the first to move was Jaxen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In an instant, he appeared behind one of the Ghouls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He drove his stiletto into the creature's neck and, with his foot, smashed its ankle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, abandoning any pretense of stealth, he darted away, leaving only a blur behind him It looked as if a long line made of Jaxen was stretching out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the wounded neck of the Ghoul, black and yellow pus-like lumps began to swell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The swollen masses grew larger than the Ghoul's head, then expanded to nearly the size of its body before bursting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pop!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a loud noise, the black and yellow pus sprayed in all directions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment Jaxen saw the oddly shaped Ghouls, he sensed a bad omen and tried to figure out their method of attack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His instincts had been spot on and effective—now they knew these things exploded with pus when killed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That smell is terrible.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shinar spoke as he drew her Leafblade about a span from its sheath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fragrance of flowers and forest radiated from the sword, but that alone was no match for the oncoming wave of Ghouls bursting apart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When attacked, they scattered their plague far and wide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One could resist it to some extent, but there were simply too many Plague Ghouls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kekekeke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Somewhere, they could hear the laughter of that bastard from before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enkrid watched as Ghouls came charging—not just on two legs, but bounding on all fours.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That's a bit much.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Audin.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It's not my turn yet, brother.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oh, then Teresa?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At Enkrid's call, the Half-blood Giant stepped forward, her eyes calm and composed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She drove her shield into the ground and then climbed on top of it, making it her own small stage—a narrow, raised platform just for her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At one time, Count Molsan commanded the Chimera Corps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He even tried to turn Junior Knights into Knights through body modification.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tracing back the origins of all that research would lead you to this man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Would they be suitable as test subjects?'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It seemed like all the most outstanding figures from across the Continent had gathered here, so he would at least get that much from them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The High Priest would empty the body of a Ghoul and then fill it with a refined Evil Spirit that spread the plague.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was only possible because he dabbled in every field—spells, sorcery, alchemy, and more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had also unleashed modified Crow Beasts, as well as the likes of the Crystal Armor Knights.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Hold out longer and show me something interesting.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The High Priest sincerely hoped for it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Surely, they would last quite a while?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If so, it would need time to mature.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With those thoughts, he went into his room to organize his ongoing research and ideas.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When night fell, it became the time when monsters were at their wildest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the Demonic Domain, even sunlight turned ashen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If it wasn't under a Red Moon, even moonlight couldn't easily penetrate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was why nights inside the Demonic Domain were pitch black.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In other words, it was the time when the humans outside would suffer the most.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Much time passed that way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was just as he was about to get up, thinking he might as well take a look outside for a bit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rumble.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He felt a tremor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was no small vibration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Screeee.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the same time, the song of Thornbriar Fortress shifted, its haunting tune twisting into something more like a scream.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rumble, rumble, rumble.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tremor grew stronger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It felt as if the entire fortress was shaking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And it was no 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