GRAND ANCESTRAL BLOODLINES

Ryu’s methods weren’t things that others could wrap their heads around. But to him, they came like free-flowing spring water. Calm, unhurried, and exactly when he needed them.

When he saw Shade in the past, he knew that there was a chance.

A genius as arrogant as Shade would know of the weakness of his Race and have no desire to fall into it. The reason he was the best, and the reason the Demons only sent a single one of their kind, was because he was not only the best of the very best, but also because he was the only one that couldn’t be so easily captured by Necromancers.

Shade had given up everything to gain a path of Faeries to add to himself. Because of that, he had been able to resist all attempts to contract him in his lifetime. In fact, he had made all those that attempted to do so suffer fates worse than even death.

However, his method was imperfect. Much like Sarriel, he hadn’t managed a full merge, and quite a lot like Selheira, he was struggling with combining two such different paths as well.

But it was precisely because Ryu had seen this so many times in those close to him that he recognized it immediately.

He knew someone followed an unfocused path when he saw it.

But he also knew something else.

What were the odds that his main target was a Quibus controlling his Demon partner as well?

While it looked like he was using a unique sealing method for a man combined with the Path of a Faerie, instead, he was really planning on countering a Quibus and sealing a very familiar Demon.

When the seal shattered the first time, all Silent Quibus had done was break the exterior, shattering the pieces meant to counter a Quibus.

And all that was left in the middle were the runes perfectly designed to pull a demon into submission.

Would the seal have worked to suppress Shade? Yes, it would have. But that was part of the brilliance of it.

Ryu had formed a trap that would have worked out in his favor no matter the situation.

And now.

Nemesis came to a heeled stop, his head looming large over Ryu.

The aura of a Sovereign radiated outside, but seemingly suppressed by something, the Title Stele didn’t react to it at all.

All of a sudden, it seemed that Ryu was in control of the most powerful existence on the battlefield.

“Go rest,” Ryu said softly.

Nemesis lowered his head, plumes of hatred and other emotions coming out in waves.

And then, he vanished.

Ryu stood there in silence for a moment. Was it selfish of him to not allow Nemesis a chance at revenge? Maybe in part.

But today, he had long made his decision.

He had countless trump cards he could use. His army of Summons was easily the strongest among Lords now. And yet, he had never had the intention to summon even one of them.

Today, he would force the world into submission with his own hands. That was his promise to himself.

Ryu looked toward Silent Quibus, a rage he had buried deep within his heart bubbling forth.

Standing there, without his cover… the Faerie looked… small.

Compared to the others on the battlefield, even the women, he had the smallest stature and the slightest frame. But there was a devilishness in those small eyes, that pale skin, that existed on a plane of its own.

It was evil incarnate, savage and unrelenting, but somehow also emotionless.

And Ryu didn’t care at all.

Most who saw this gaze cowered. The weakest suffered severe damage or even collapse of their Dao Heart immediately. Even the strongest would feel discomfort and a willingness to avoid if the opportunity was given.

He was the sort of man who would clear a table at a restaurant with his presence alone, the sort of scourge that birds fell silent before and the wind chilled against.

All Ryu saw was a target. A target that would fall very soon.

A man that had enslaved his companion. A fool who saw it fit to go after his wife.

He had thought a lot about exactly how he would kill Silent Quibus. Even standing before him now, Ryu hadn’t quite decided.

He realized then that when he put his intelligence toward such a thing, the number of twisted things that he could come up with were truly endless.

But he didn’t move.

No one moved.

Shade was still gasping on the ground, his Dao Heart seemingly on the verge of collapse after everything he had built it on was on the verge of crumbling.

But on a battlefield as cruel as this one, he seemed to be easily forgotten.

For all intents and purposes, it looked as though Ryu had already claimed his victory. The Martial God’s best had already collapsed while the others didn’t dare to move. The representative of the Fiends had collapsed, the beasts were done, the Demon prince genius was on the verge of collapsing, Bright couldn’t hold a candle to him…

It seemed as though the end result was obvious, now. There was only one man worthy to stand at the top, only one man that ever would.

Every battle Ryu won was like another weight on their hearts and soul, suffocating them to the greatest extent.

But then… the aura of a Dao God began to spread.

Silent Quibus didn’t even look over as though he had already expected this much. There was a calmness in his eyes that had never shifted.

Ryu only gave the figure a glance, the shift in his eyes hardly registering at all. He could see through their cloaks as though they had never been there in the first place.

Iam.

The two figures stood apart, and yet the auras of Silent Quibus and Iam might as well have been linked into one.

But Ryu’s aura bristled just the same.

To him, the challenge didn’t matter at all. In fact, make it harder, make it more difficult, give him more.

It was only in this way that he could establish his True Dao, a Title to reign through the ages.

His wings spread out, space shattering like glass.

His hands shot out right afterward, grabbing onto two shards as though they were blades.

“Come die.”

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