Chapter 169: The Price of Victory

Adam’s fist, aligned for the killing blow, drove toward Derek’s chest—Monarch’s Pierce, concentrated into a single point of annihilation.

It struck true.

Derek’s aura blazed, trying to absorb the impact, but Adam had adjusted. Void energy wrapped around the strike, eating through the crimson light, seeking flesh beneath. The fist connected with Derek’s sternum—CRACK—and drove through, not quite piercing, but close enough. Ribs shattered. Flesh tore. Blood sprayed.

Derek’s eyes bulged, agony twisting his features. But instead of falling, instead of screaming, he laughed. A wet, bloody sound that bubbled up from ruined lungs.

“Heh… heheh… you’re strong,” Derek gasped, his voice a ragged whisper of pain and triumph. “So damn strong. You should never have existed. The world will curse a monster like you.”

Adam’s eyes narrowed. “Say whatever you want. This is the end.”

He pulled back his fist, preparing another strike—one that would finish it for good.

Derek’s lips curled into a bloody smile. His voice rose to a shout, raw and desperate.

“TIA! NOW! ”

The air shifted.

Adam felt it before he saw it—a pressure, a pulling, something wrapping around his body from everywhere at once. He looked down. Glowing chains of light had materialized around his limbs, his torso, his neck. They weren’t physical; they were made of pure binding energy, and they were anchored directly to Derek’s failing form.

“What… what is this?! A binding skill?!” Adam strained against them, his draconic muscles bulging, but the chains held. They pulsed with every heartbeat, tightening with every struggle.

He glared at Derek, who was now sagging, his life fading, but his smile never wavered. “What did you do?!”

Derek’s voice was a whisper, barely audible. “I made sure you’d never hurt anyone again.”

“Adam!” Ignis’s shout came from across the battlefield. She was already moving, flames igniting as she sprinted toward him.

Lilith’s threads shot out, seeking to cut the bonds—but they passed through the chains harmlessly, unable to touch magic of this nature.

From the shadows, Tia emerged. The vice guild master from the Red Cross Vanguard—the one who had escaped. Behind her, several subordinates formed a circle, their hands raised, chanting in unison. A massive sigil blazed to life beneath Adam’s feet, intricate runes spinning in patterns that hurt to look at.

Derek’s voice rose one last time, triumphant even in death. “This is the end, monster. Burn in the deepest hell.”

Adam roared, pouring everything into breaking free. Dragon’s Might surged. Venom of the Void erupted from his glands, a concentrated cloud meant to kill Derek instantly, to sever the link. The venom washed over Derek’s broken body, and he convulsed, choking, dying—but the chains held. The sigil blazed brighter.

Ignis reached them.

She didn’t hesitate. Cinder Dash carried her into the circle, her hand reaching for Adam, her face set with desperate determination. “I won’t let you go alone!”

The light exploded.

For a blinding instant, the sigil flared white-hot, consuming everything within its radius. When it faded, the space where Adam and Ignis had stood was empty. No bodies. No blood. Nothing.

Just silence.

Elise’s voice cut through the stillness, thin and horrified. “Adam…?”

Lilith stood frozen, her crimson eyes fixed on the empty space where Adam had been. Her usual serene expression had shattered, replaced by something far more terrifying. The air around her grew cold—not with physical cold, but with something deeper. The temperature of a grave.

Her threads, still extended, twitched uselessly. Her hands, still raised, began to tremble.

Then she turned.

Her gaze fell on Tia and the remaining ritualists, who were already backing away, their faces pale with exhaustion and fear. Tia met Lilith’s eyes for just a moment—and saw something that made her blood freeze.

Lilith’s voice came out soft. Too soft. The kind of soft that preceded absolute annihilation.

“You took him.”

She took a step forward. The ground beneath her foot cracked, frost spreading in a radial pattern.

“You took what’s mine.”

Another step. The ritualists scrambled backward, their chants dying in their throats.

Lilith’s voice cut through the chaos like a blade forged from pure ice. “What did you do to them?!”

Derek lay crumpled against the boulder, his body a ruin of venom-burned flesh and internal hemorrhaging. Blood bubbled from his lips with every labored breath, but his eyes still held that maddened triumph.

“I sent him… to die,” he rasped, each word costing him. “And I’ll send… you there too.”

Tia rushed to Derek’s side, her face pale with desperation. “You’ve lost too much blood! Medics! Someone get over here NOW and treat him!”

Two soldiers broke from the chaos, rushing toward their fallen commander with medical supplies in hand.

Lilith’s form shifted.

There was no pretense now, no human disguise to maintain. Her body unfolded like a nightmare given form—chitinous plates sliding over pale skin, additional limbs emerging from her torso, her lower half swelling into the massive, segmented abdomen of a true Arachno-Sovereign. Her face remained beautiful, but now it was framed by a crown of smaller, multifaceted eyes that gleamed with murderous intent.

“No one touches him.”

Elise’s voice rose above the chaos. “Lilith, wait! We need to—”

Seraphina’s hand clamped down on the princess’s arm, her face grim. “Do not act rashly, Your Highness. You cannot reason with her now.”

Tia didn’t hesitate. “All forces! Engage that monster! Protect the commander!”

Soldiers surged forward—exhausted, wounded, but driven by duty and desperation. They came at Lilith from every angle, swords swinging, spells flickering from the few mages who still had mana left.

Lilith met them with absolute, beautiful violence.

Her threads weren’t surgical now—they were scythes. Razor-sharp silk swept through the first rank, severing limbs and heads with equal ease. Her clawed limbs lashed out, each strike finding a throat, a heart, an eye. She moved through them like a dancer through flowers, leaving only broken bodies in her wake.

But there were too many.

For every soldier she killed, two more took their place. They were trained, disciplined, and despite their exhaustion, they fought with the desperate courage of those who knew retreat meant death. Swords scored her chitin. Spells singed her flesh. She killed and killed and killed, but they kept coming.

One soldier stumbled back from the carnage, his face pale with horror. “We can’t… we can’t beat this thing! She’s not even slowing down!”

Another grabbed his arm, dragging him toward the perimeter. “Then we don’t fight her! The commander ordered us to secure the princess—that’s the mission! Let the monster rage; we have what we came for!”

Tia’s voice cut through, sharp and decisive. “He’s right! Focus on the princess! Containment squad, move on my mark!”

Soldiers redirected their assault, peeling away from Lilith’s rampage to surround Elise and Seraphina. The knight moved immediately, placing herself between them and the advancing troops, her sword raised.

“You will not touch her!”

Seraphina’s aura blazed—but she was exhausted, wounded, her reserves nearly depleted. She cut down the first two soldiers who reached her, but the third, fourth, and fifth came from angles she couldn’t cover. A shield slammed into her side, sending her staggering. Chains wrapped around her sword arm, yanking it wide. A boot caught her knee, buckling her leg.

“SERA!” Elise’s scream was cut short as rough hands grabbed her from behind.

The princess thrashed, her magic flickering weakly—too drained from the barrier she’d maintained, from the binding sigils, from everything. A cloth pressed against her face, sweet and cloying, and her struggles weakened.

“No… please…”

Her eyes found the empty space where Adam and Ignis had vanished. Then the world went dark.

Seraphina fought to rise, to reach her princess, but hands pinned her down, ropes bound her wrists. A fist connected with her temple, and her vision swam.

“Your Highness… forgive me…”

She collapsed beside Elise, unconscious.

Lilith killed and killed, her rampage consuming everything in its path. Soldiers died by the dozen, their bodies joining the growing pile of corpses around her. She didn’t notice when the attacks stopped coming. She didn’t notice when the soldiers stopped charging. She didn’t notice when Tia’s voice rang out, ordering the retreat.

She only noticed when she looked up, blood dripping from her claws, and saw empty space where the princess and her knight had been.

Tia stood at the canyon’s edge, Derek’s unconscious form supported by two medics, Elise and Seraphina bound and carried by her soldiers. Her eyes met Lilith’s across the carnage—and for just a moment, triumph flickered in them.

Then she turned and vanished into the canyon’s depths, her surviving forces following.

Lilith stood alone among the dead.

The threads around her slowly retracted. Her chitin plates receded, her additional limbs folding back into her body, her form shrinking until only the pale, beautiful woman remained. She stood there, motionless, her crimson eyes fixed on the empty space where Adam had been.

Her lips moved, but no sound came out.

Then, softly, a whisper:

“Adam…”

Silence answered.

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