Chapter 615 The Battle ''Temporarily'' Drops Its Curtains


    Duncan''s harsh frown etched deeply into his features as he pivoted around,manding a departure from the tumultuous battlefield. However, the abrupt realization struck him like a cosmic bolt when he observed the undeadmander remaining steadfast, unaffected by his directive.


    Puzzled, Duncan addressed themander again, his voice carrying the weight of authority, "Did you not hear me? I said, let''s..."


    Before he could conclude his sentence, a disconcerting sound, a sharp *SLUSH*, echoed through the air. It was a noise so visceral that it instantly seized Duncan''s attention. A surreal tableau unfolded before him as he nced down, and the world seemed to blur into slow motion.


    The sight that met Duncan''s eyes was both shocking and confounding. A de, ethereal and radiant with purple cosmic energy, had pierced through his chest, puncturing his heart with merciless precision.


    Time hung suspended as blood, deep crimson, began to seep from the corner of Duncan''s lips. The sheer disbelief etched across his countenance told a tale of profound surprise and bewilderment.


    Slowly turning around, Duncan''s gaze met the unexpected assant. To his astonishment, it was wed—the once-dead lover, now resurrected under themand of the undeadmander.


    The shock in Duncan''s eyes mirrored the profoundplexity of emotions that surged within him. The reunion with the very entity he had lost, only to witness it be an instrument of betrayal, was a twist of fate that left Duncan grappling with the unexpected.


    In that poignant moment, Duncan stood suspended between the realms of the living and the undead, his heart pierced not only by the de of cosmic energy but also by the resurrection of a love that had been buried in the cold embrace of death.


    The undeadmander regarded Duncan with an air of detached gratitude as he crumpled to the ground, the cosmic de having exacted its toll. Apathy painted themander''s features as he approached Duncan''s fallen form, a silent acknowledgment of the shifting tides of power that now favored the undead.


    In a moment of eerie stillness, the undeadmander spoke, his voice echoing with a weight that transcended the physical realm. "I express my gratitude for guiding me thus far. However, the current has shifted, and power asserts its dominion. The time of the living is drawing to a close."


    As the undeadmander continued with an ominous deration about the rise of the undead heralding the end of all living things—a grim bid to extinguish suffering from the world—Duncan, in his final moments, furrowed his brow with regret. "I should have killed you back then," he muttered, his voice a murmur beneath the symphony of impending doom.


    The orb carrying wed''s soul slipped from Duncan''s grasp, descending to the earth like a mncholic requiem. In the fading twilight of Duncan''s consciousness, memories and regrets danced before his mind''s eye.


    wed''s dying words echoed, a poignant reminder of the roads not taken and the happiness that might have been. As Duncan''s vision sumbed to the encroaching darkness, his eyes closed, sealing his fate in the quiet embrace of eternal night.


    In the final breaths of his existence, Duncan found himself engulfed in a bittersweet reverie, a cascade of alternate realities ying out before his mind''s eye.


    Visions of a life intertwined with wed unfolded like delicate petals, each moment dripping with the honeyed hues of what could have been.


    He envisioned a path divergent from the blood-stained roads of power and ambition, a life where love triumphed over the allure of dominion.


    As hey on the cusp of eternal slumber, the tapestry of their shared existence painted vivid strokes across the canvas of his fading consciousness. Happy moments, tender embraces, and the warmth ofpanionship formed a poignant montage, an unfulfilled tapestry of a life unrealized. Theughter of shared joys and the sce of shared sorrows echoed in the recesses of his thoughts.


    he could not help but sh back to the warmth that wed''s embrace provided and how they stood on the then city of milk and Honey looking into the distance and dreaming of their future together.


    With a whisper that seemed to traverse the boundaries between the living and the departed, Duncan''s apology hung in the air. "I''m sorry, my love," he uttered, the words a fragile admission that lingered in the waning echoes of his fading essence. In that ephemeral moment between life and the eternal slumber that awaited him, Duncan found sce in the imagined embrace of a life denied, a love lost to the machinations of fate.


    The Undeadmander suddenly waved its hands over Duncan''s corpse and purple essence from his finger tips went into the corpse.


    And so Duncan was reanimated once more as an undead.


    The Undeadmander nodded at this. From being a mere human ve that was subject to fate as someone''s midnight snack, he had now grown to be one of the most formidable existences on the.


    By now, Cuban was wrapping up his consumption of the dragon. It had all turned into a cocoon, a wriggling bloody cocoon adorned with bloody runes that pulsated with an holy radiance.


    The Undeadmander approached it. However, on getting closer, a big mass of red lightning struck it from above.


    However, the undead primordial beast immediately used its tendrils to defend against the st.


    Although the st was defended against, the tendrils used also turned to dust on the spot.


    The Undeadmander frowned at this. It was not so dumb that it did not understand the threat that the Baroness was giving.


    It suddenly leaped unto the body of the primordial beast. Together with its other undead minions, it turned and left the ce.


    There is no doubt about it that the events of this night would shake the world. Just too many things had happen.


    Two Great demon ranked existences had fallen, new ones had been born, and there was still the fall of the city of milk and Honey all in the mix.


    However, the consequences of the event of this night would not not just end here, but also extend to the other earths and perhaps the underworld.


    After all, even the strongest of existences on the eighth earth is nothing but a chess piece for those mighty figures....