BXBX NOVEL Chapter 380 Sezar. The End Is Near
Its eyes gleamed with curiosity and malice as it followed closely behind a larger figure—another beast, similar to a werebeast but different, with a strange, almost eerie presence.
They traversed the woods in silence, the lead beast moving with calculated purpose.
The monkeylike werebeast glanced around, occasionally scratching its head and sniffing the air. It had only recently emerged from the Awakened Ruin, summoned to this world by forces it roughly understood, but it knew enough to recognize danger and power. And whatever guided it through this forest was powerful—far more powerful than those four idiots who called themselves kings.
Eventually, the trees began to thin, and the terrain became more rugged. They were heading toward the mountains. The werebeast tilted its head in mild confusion but continued to follow. Soon, they arrived at a narrow passage carved into the mountainside. The lead creature gestured with a clawed hand, and the werebeast hesitated only for a moment before stepping inside.
The cavern they entered wasn\'t just any cavern—it was a massive, sprawling facility hidden deep within the mountain.
The air inside was thick with an unnatural hum, and the walls glowed faintly with intricate runes that pulsed like a heartbeat. As the werebeast\'s eyes adjusted to the dim light, it began to take in its surroundings with an odd mixture of fascination and wariness.
This was no simple hideout.
Large glass tubes lined the walls, filled with all manner of creatures—some twisted beyond recognition, others floating lifeless in strange, glowing fluids.
The tubes bubbled and hissed, occasionally casting eerie shadows on the stone walls. Poeple, their faces obscured by masks and hoods, moved between the tubes, checking equipment and scribbling down notes on clipboards. A group of strange, malformed beasts patrolled the halls, their movements jerky and unnatural.
The werebeast paused, its long arms hanging at its sides as it curiously observed the scene. The smell of chemicals and magic mixed in the air, sharp and pungent.
There were other rooms, too—some closed off, with only muffled sounds escaping from behind heavy iron doors. From one of them came the unmistakable sounds of screams—pained, desperate cries of both beasts and other races alike. The werebeast\'s ears twitched at the sound, and it shuddered, a low chuckle escaping its throat.
This place… this was no sanctuary.
No, it was something far darker.
It didn\'t know much about the world it had been brought into, but it knew evil when it felt it.
This place reeked of it.
As they moved deeper into the facility, it began to realize the true scope of where it had found itself.
A hidden laboratory, teeming with unnatural experiments, beasts created or modified through cruel means, and intelligent races reduced to little more than test subjects.
And at the center of it all—guiding these horrors—was a single name whispered in the shadows: Mastermind.
The werebeast\'s mouth curled into a grin.
It didn\'t care about the suffering around it.
In fact, it found it rather amusing.
Still, it was curious. Who was this Mastermind, and what sort of game was she playing? More importantly, how could it benefit from aligning itself with someone so... sinister?
It would have its answers soon enough.
Soon.
"You are here, Sezar, The Guardian of the Ruin of Red Moon."
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Meanwhile, back in the aerial battlefield, Adrian stood silently inside the main dec of the ship, his sharp gaze fixed on the shimmering veil surrounding the Black Wyvern\'s Domain.
The air around them crackled with a palpable tension as the remaining wyverns flew in chaotic patterns, their wings slicing through the skies like dark blades. Despite the chaos, Adrian\'s expression remained calm, composed—he had full faith in the Fawger couple and the general within the domain. They were experts, skilled warriors who had faced far greater challenges.
The wyvern leader was a formidable beast, but he trusted them.
However, Adrian knew that the others could not afford to stand idle.
His eyes shifted to the scattered wyverns outside their leader\'s influence. These creatures, though not as powerful as their commander, were still dangerous in their own right. If left unchecked, they could wreak havoc on the forces gathered around the battlefield.
Therefore, below the ship and across the skies, the remaining wyverns were being hunted down. Some were large, with black scales and jagged wings, while others were smaller but no less vicious.
Their numbers were formidable, but they were disorganized, lacking the leadership that had once bound them together. Adrian watched as squads of skilled Awakeners, mages, and beast tamers worked in perfect coordination, subduing or killing the creatures before they could regroup.
Bolts of lightning, streaks of fire, and shimmering arcane blasts lit up the skies as wyverns were brought down one by one.
Arrows found their mark, piercing their wings and sending them crashing to the ground. Beast tamers, riding their own creatures, worked to control and neutralize the more feral wyverns, chaining them with enchanted bindings. The wyverns snarled and screeched, but without their leader to guide them, they were vulnerable.
Adrian\'s lips curled into a slight smirk. "This is a good thing too," he muttered to himself, recalling a particular scene from the novel. "If they had stayed inside their leader\'s domain, they would\'ve been devoured by itself soon enough."
He remembered how in the novel, the Black Wyvern had a ruthless streak, devouring his own underlings when they grew too weak or failed to meet his expectations. Well, it was a form of power up as well.
For these wyverns, staying outside the domain wasn\'t just a matter of fighting their enemies—it was about survival. Their leader\'s wrath was far more terrifying than any human or beast they now faced.
Adrian\'s thoughts briefly flickered to the future of this battle. He could already see how it would unfold—how the Black Wyvern\'s eventual defeat would scatter the remaining wyverns even further, sending them fleeing back to the wilderness, if they could. But for now, the focus remained on eliminating those still standing, while their leader raged inside the storm.
"They have a better chance of surviving this way," he thought. "At least here, they might be subdued with their lives intact."
The ship creaked as the wind picked up again, and Adrian\'s eyes returned to the swirling black and red domain where the real battle raged. The flashes of light within the clouds grew brighter, and more frequent. The battle inside was escalating, and soon enough, the domain would break.
Then, the final phase of the event would begin.