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Chapter 179: Against the Lord: Descent of the Masked Predator · Oct 16, 2026

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151 Chapter 148: Ashes of Battle, Gifts of the Fallen 2026-10-16
152 Chapter 149: The Final Clash - Battle of Fate 2026-10-16
153 Chapter 150: Relic Awakened: Judgment of Fate 2026-10-16
154 Chapter 151: Truth, Lies, and a Wand in Hand 2026-10-16
155 Chapter 152: Truth Behind the Lies, Death of Raven 2026-10-16
156 Chapter 153 – Into the Abyss of Nexus 2026-10-16
157 Chapter 154 – The Truth Revealed 2026-10-16
158 Chapter 155: The Monarch of Infinite Ends 2026-10-16
159 Chapter 156 – Veil of Fangs and Fate 2026-10-16
160 Chapter 157: Requiem of the Nine Dead 2026-10-16
161 Chapter 158 – Ashes of Rebirth, Chains of Sovereignty 2026-10-16
162 Chapter 159: Ashes of the Phoenix, Chains of the Abyss 2026-10-16
163 Chapter 160: Flames, Shadows, and Threads of Fate 2026-10-16
164 Chapter 161: Forged in Ash and Ambition 2026-10-16
165 Chapter 162: The Mask of Humiliation 2026-10-16
166 Chapter 163: Weight of Flames, Broken Spark 2026-10-16
167 Chapter 164: Life of Misunderstood, Buried Smithy 2026-10-16
168 Chapter 165: Anomaly’s Secret, Hidden Forge 2026-10-16
169 Chapter 166: Enchanted for War, Cliff of Death. 2026-10-16
170 Chapter 167: Surging Strength, Bloom Before the Clash 2026-10-16
171 Chapter 168: Battle with the Guardian & The Awakened Terror 2026-10-16
172 Chapter 169: Remnants of Fire, Secrets of the Loot 2026-10-16
173 Chapter 170: Beyond Limit & Unwanted Trouble 2026-10-16
174 Chapter 171: A Spar and the Forbidden Mist 2026-10-16
175 Chapter 172: Legacy of the Mist Zone: Into the Unknown 2026-10-16
176 Chapter 173: Awakening in the Abyss — The True Ruler’s Successor 2026-10-16
177 Chapter 174: The Monolith’s Gift: Legacy War Begins 2026-10-16
178 Chapter 175: The Past Blurs, the Raid Begins 2026-10-16
179 Chapter 176: The False Veil & Beast Lord 2026-10-16
180 Chapter 177: Against the Lord: Beneath the Black Moon 2026-10-16
181 Chapter 178: Against the Lord – The Unexpected Arrival 2026-10-16
182 Chapter 179: Against the Lord: Descent of the Masked Predator 2026-10-16
183 Chapter 180: Against the Lord – Death Descends 2026-10-16
184 Chapter 181: Against the Lord – Undead and Clone Despair 2026-10-16
185 Chapter 182: Against the Lord – Clash of Anomalies 2026-10-16
186 Chapter 183: Against the Lord — The Strongest Falls & A Heart Left Burning 2026-10-16
187 Chapter 184 — Hidden Depths and the Lord’s End 2026-10-16
188 Chapter 185: Buried Before Time, Karma Returned 2026-10-16
189 Chapter 186 — The Last Gift of the Fallen Knight 2026-10-16
190 Chapter 187 — Feast of Flames, Seed of Doubt 2026-10-16
191 Chapter 188 — The Flame That Was Framed 2026-10-16
192 Chapter 189 — The Weight of Authority 2026-10-16
193 Chapter 190 — The Quiet Hand Above 2026-10-16
194 Chapter 191 — When the Mask Stares Back 2026-10-16
195 Chapter 192 — Hailcrown vs Eternal Flames 2026-10-16
196 Chapter 193 — Authority Unbound: Cinder of the Last Dawn 2026-10-16
197 Chapter 194 — The Day the Flames Bowed 2026-10-16
198 Chapter 195 — A Bargain Forged in Fear and Flame 2026-10-16
199 Chapter 196 — Birth of the Ego Blade 2026-10-16
200 Chapter 197 — Battle for the Broken Promise 2026-10-16

The stone itself seemed to shudder, like it feared what was coming.

Beyth, once the tyrant of the hall, now stood silently behind the towering wooden being—Peyndral, the Nature Lord Spirit, the true master of this place.

His presence alone warped the air. The walls groaned. Roots crawled like serpents across the floor, lashing out with killing intent.

Sylen’s Twilight team fought back desperately, their formation breaking apart with each strike.

They were being crushed.

Peyndral hadn’t moved a single step—his vines were enough to toy with them all.

High above, a lone figure crouched near the shattered rafters. His crimson eyes gleamed behind a shadowed mask.

Evan Windstone.

He’d been waiting, watching.

And now, Arven’s voice echoed in his mind.

”Alright, kid… It’s your turn. Time to drop.”

Evan’s grin widened beneath the mask. ”Heh. Let’s make an entrance then.”

He hadn’t come all this way to hesitate now.

A streak of black light tore through the air.

/BOOOOM!/

A shockwave split the hall as a crater exploded between Peyndral and Beyth. Dust, rock, and mana rippled outward. The entire castle seemed to gasp.

When the haze cleared, a cloaked figure stood at the center, blade resting loosely at his side, cloak fluttering in the hot air.

A human.

Peyndral tilted his wooden head, confused that something had managed to fall right beside him without his senses noticing.

Beyth growled and raised his arm, ready to crush the intruder.

But Peyndral’s branch extended slightly.

”Stop.”

His voice rumbled like roots grinding through stone.

He studied Evan, curious.

”To appear before me unnoticed… impressive. But bravery without sense is still foolishness, human.”

Evan’s lips curved.

”We’ll see who’s foolish in a few minutes, tree.”

The insult hit harder than a blade. Even Sylen froze.

From the back, Sylen whispered to his team, ”That voice… who is he?”

He couldn’t recognise the masked stranger, but he saw an opportunity.

”Everyone… move quietly. Retreat now. Don’t make a sound. Leave the forest if you want to live.”

Hope flickered in their eyes. They began backing away, inch by inch.

Sylen prayed they could escape before the storm broke loose.

But peace never lasts.

Peyndral’s tone darkened.

”To mock me, a Lord of Nature… very well. Beyth—kill him. Don’t leave a trace.”

The Lycan’s claws flared with mana.

”You shouldn’t have angered him, human.”

He swung. A brutal downward slash that could split boulders.

But the impact never came.

For a heartbeat, nothing moved. Then Beyth froze mid-swing, confusion flashing across his beastly eyes.

He looked down.

His arm—gone.

Blood sprayed across the cracked stone.

”A-Aaaaaahhhhhh!!!”

His scream echoed through the entire castle. Even Peyndral’s expression stiffened.

The Twilight team watched in shock as the mighty Lycan, who had nearly destroyed them moments ago, now knelt on one knee, clutching his bleeding stump.

Evan lowered his blade—Crimson Edge—and turned his masked face toward Peyndral.

”You were right about one thing, tree. This fool really was childish—too stupid to know who he was facing. But don’t worry…”

”You’ll learn soon enough, too.”

A thin red line appeared across Beyth’s throat.

Silence followed.

Then—/shnk/—his head slid cleanly off his neck.

Gasps filled the hall.

Even Sylen, who once called himself the strongest adventurer of the Expanse, felt his body tremble.

The man he couldn’t defeat with his entire squad had just been erased in two swings.

He doubted everything—including his own worth.

Peyndral’s vines shuddered, glowing with rage.

”You dare kill my successor… in my presence?”

His roar shook the hall.

Roots burst from the walls. The ceiling groaned. The floor cracked open as his aura surged like a tidal wave.

Every living being in the hall dropped to their knees.

Only one man stood firm amid the storm.

The masked human.

”You’ve crossed the line, human! Haaaaaaa!”

The battle of Lords was about to begin.

The air turned heavy.

Those who tried to crawl away found their bodies pinned to the floor as Peyndral’s aura exploded through the castle like a mountain falling from the sky.

Bones creaked. Blood splattered.

Screams filled the hall.

The weaker ones dropped first—unconscious, mouths foaming red.

Even the veterans coughed blood as the sheer weight of pressure shredded their insides.

Sylen gritted his teeth. So this is the Lord’s full power…

He’d thought Peyndral was holding back earlier, but this… this was suffocation turned divine.

”Damn it… instead of crushing that masked man, he’s killing us with him!”

He tried to push back with his mana, but it was pointless. His strength wasn’t even a spark compared to this storm.

And deep down, he knew the truth.

He wasn’t special. He had never been.

Just a test subject—a flawed prototype before his ”brothers” were perfected.

They had talent. They had power.

He had neither.

The thought stabbed deeper than Peyndral’s aura.

”If I had even half of what they did… I wouldn’t be crawling here like some joke of an adventurer…”

His despair only deepened as vines cracked through the stone walls, circling the masked human standing defiantly in the center.

Peyndral’s wooden body creaked as his fury peaked.

”No one leaves this place alive. I swear upon my title as a Lord—this castle shall become your grave!”

A forest of vines erupted from the ground, screaming like serpents as they coiled toward Evan from every direction.

But the masked man didn’t flinch.

”You sure you can even touch the edge of my cloak?” he said calmly.

Peyndral paused for half a heartbeat—confused by the man’s lack of fear.

”Arrogance until the end, human! Then die!”

The vines struck all at once, collapsing into a massive cage that swallowed Evan whole.

The impact shook the castle.

Dust and debris rained from above.

Satisfied, Peyndral turned his attention toward the surviving humans.

”You dare flee in my sight? You will share his fate!”

His vines slithered back toward the cowering team—until a voice echoed from within the cage.

”Hoh… you stole my line.”

Peyndral froze.

”No one leaves this place. That’s what I said.”

A spark of crimson light flickered from inside the vines.

Then came the roar of flame.

/FWOOOOOSH/

Fire erupted in every direction—burning vines, shattering stone.

But Peyndral didn’t panic. His vines had resisted every flame in the Expanse for decades.

Until now.

The heat kept rising—red to gold, gold to white.

And then, the fire turned ashen grey—cold, devouring, unnatural.

”What… is this flame…?” Peyndral muttered as a chill rippled through his core.

Before he could react, dozens of slashes flashed through the inferno.

One heartbeat later, his vines were gone—burned and sliced to ashes.

From within the storm of fire, a figure emerged.

Evan stepped forward, cloak singed, blade blazing with a devouring grey flame that consumed even light itself.

”Now tell me,” he said, his voice calm and cold,

”Are you still confident you can win? Your little wolf’s already dead. You’re next—but not yet. Before that, I’ve got something else to take care of first.”

He walked right past Peyndral.

Didn’t even glance at him.

The Nature Lord froze—not out of fear, but disbelief. The arrogance was unreal.

Even Sylen’s battered team gawked as the masked human descended toward them like a phantom of death.

The first person in his path was the same swordsman who had fought him that day, the day the mockery began—barely breathing, eyes glazed, blood streaming from his mouth and ears.

Evan stopped beside him.

He looked down at the broken team lying across the floor.

To them, his arrival felt like salvation.

A human—one of their own—who stood unshaken before a Lord.

Hope sparked in their dying hearts.

But none of them knew the truth.

This wasn’t a saviour.

This was something else entirely—something colder, darker, and far beyond human reason.

Would he save them?

Or erase everything left breathing inside this cursed hall?

The answer was hidden behind that mask.

And soon, the entire castle would learn it.

To Be Continued…

As flames devoured the hall and a Lord trembled before a human, one truth remained—Evan Windstone had finally descended.

Deliverance or destruction… the next breath would decide.

Add to library and await till the next descent—Chapter 180: ”The Nature Lord vs The Necrotic Armiger.”

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