Chapter 515: She evolved?!
"What the hell is that thing...?" Ethan muttered, his brows furrowing as a wave of pressure slammed into him like a wall. "That aura’s insane..."
He hadn’t expected something like this to be lurking in the ocean depths.
Judging by the way it was acting, this thing had clearly come for the orb he’d just absorbed.
"Vorthalith! Are you looking to die?" Andona’s voice rang out, cold and sharp as a blade. "Don’t forget—I’m your guardian. And you? You’re nothing. If you want to live, get lost. Otherwise, I swear, you’ll regret it."
As she spoke, her power surged outward like a tidal wave.
BOOM!
Dark energy condensed above her, forming a massive obsidian greatsword that hovered in the air, crackling with death and judgment.
Ethan opened his mouth to say something, but before he could get a word out, Andona had already taken flight—her six wings flaring wide as she shot toward the monstrous serpent, the Obsidian Greatsword in her hands, swinging it down with terrifying force.
"My Lord, I’ve heard of that thing!" Namyanna said urgently, her eyes flashing with recognition. "That’s one of the forbidden terrors of the sea—The Abyss Serpent King!"
She lowered her voice, but the tension in it was unmistakable.
"The ten Primordial Orbs of The Dark World... they’re the highest-tier artifacts of this realm, each containing a core force of creation. Naturally, powerful beings covet them. Just like that thing..."
"Word is, he’s been lurking in these waters for years, slowly feeding off the Deathroot Orb’s energy. But now that it’s gone—now that you’ve absorbed it—his food source is cut off. So he’s furious."
"I get it now," Ethan nodded, his expression darkening. "He’s not just pissed—he’s starving."
And sure enough—
BOOM!
CRACK!
BOOM!
The sky and sea lit up with violent flashes of light. Thunder roared overhead, and lightning lanced down in jagged bolts, striking the ocean and sending up massive geysers of water.
The Abyss Serpent King wasn’t just a sea monster—he could control the ocean itself.
And even more terrifying—he could wield thunder.
Bolts of raw, chaotic lightning rained down from the sky, hammering the sea and clashing with Andona’s blade. The sheer force of their battle was enough to warp the space around them. The shockwaves reached all the way to Ethan’s ship, making it tremble violently.
Namyanna quickly took the helm and steered the ship farther back.
Ethan’s eyes narrowed. This thing was strong—really strong. He was just about to jump in and help when Andona’s voice echoed in his mind.
"My Lord, stay back. This is between me and him. Let me end this—once and for all."
"...Alright," Ethan said after a pause, though his fists clenched at his sides. He didn’t like it, but he respected her resolve.
High above, the Abyss Serpent King let out a thunderous roar.
"So, Andona... you’ve made a pact with an outsider? You’d really stoop so low as to become someone’s servant? Have you forgotten who you are? You’re the Angel of Death!"
He hovered in the sky, looking down on her with contempt. But the power building inside him was no joke—something ancient and twisted was awakening within his massive body.
Andona’s eyes flashed coldly. Her six wings spread wide behind her, and the darkness around her surged like a living storm.
Ataneya, watching from the deck, suddenly grinned. "Here we go. The final clash—Angel of Death versus the Abyss Serpent King. Whoever wins gets to claim the other’s power as a weapon."
Ethan turned to her, confused. "Wait—what do you mean, weapon?"
Ataneya sat down casually, like she was watching a front-row fight at an arena. "The Abyss Serpent King has a divine lightblade embedded in his spine. If Andona wins, she can rip it out and claim it. But if she loses... her wings get torn off and reforged into weapons for him."
"I always thought it was just a myth," she added, eyes gleaming. "But now? I can feel it. That bastard’s body is radiating some serious Light Magic."
"What? That’s a thing?" Ethan’s eyes widened. No wonder Andona didn’t want him interfering—this wasn’t just a fight. It was personal. And it had stakes.
Still... she was his ally now. His responsibility. If things went south, there was no way he’d just stand by and watch.
And then—
WUMMMM!
A sudden pulse of energy exploded from Andona’s body.
A blinding light burst forth, but it wasn’t just light—it was darkness, too. A paradox of radiance and shadow, swirling together in perfect harmony.
It was as if her Death-aligned power had... evolved.
"What the hell... she evolved?!"
In that instant, both Namyanna and Ataneya were completely stunned.
They stared at Ethan like he was some kind of divine anomaly.
"Oh my god... could Lord Ethan really be that incredible?" Ataneya gasped, rushing to the ship’s edge, her eyes wide with disbelief. "His presence alone awakened the dormant light within Andona? That’s insane!"
Namyanna stood frozen, her expression a mix of awe and confusion.
The Angel of Death wasn’t just a rare offshoot of the angelic race—it was a singularity. A being that embodied both divine light and eternal darkness. A paradox that only the chosen few could ever hope to awaken.
Though the world called her the Angel of Death, that was only the side they could perceive. What truly set her apart was the divine essence slumbering deep within her—a sacred origin that had never been awakened.
That power... it wasn’t just angelic. It transcended the very concept of angels.
It was the mark of a Seraphic Sovereign
.Until now, the light and darkness within her had been in constant conflict. Even Andona herself had never been able to control both at once.
But now?
Somehow, with Ethan’s arrival...
The Light Magic inside her had awakened.
It was nothing short of miraculous.
"Impossible...!" Vorthalith—the Abyss Serpent King—roared, his eyes bulging in disbelief.
He hadn’t expected this. Not now. Not in the middle of their battle.
"Damn it! Why now?! This shouldn’t be happening!"
Panic surged through him. If he were only facing one force—either light or darkness—he might’ve had a chance. But now? With both awakened and fused inside her?
Andona wasn’t just an Angel of Death anymore.
She had become a true Seraphic Sovereign.
Vorthalith’s gaze darted around, searching for an escape route. He quickly tried to shift his energy, preparing to flee.
But it was already too late.
The space around them had been sealed.
Andona had locked down the entire battlefield.
"You think you can run?" Her voice rang out, calm and final. "You really think that’s possible now? No. This ends here. Everything ends here."
Before he could react, she was already in front of him.
Her wings spread wide, her body glowing with a blinding fusion of light and shadow. The Obsidian Greatsword in her hands now radiated with divine brilliance, its edge crackling with holy judgment.
SHING!
With one clean, devastating slash—
She took his head clean off.
...