Rise of the Lustful Evil Monarch (Re)

Third Person's POV

Especially when it came to indulging in her… peculiar interests and indulgences that required discretion, space, and certainly no terrifying harbinger breathing down her neck every hour.

So even though she wore a look of concerned sadness on her delicate face, her heart was secretly humming with gratitude toward whoever had done this.

If Nyx ever found out what everyone around her had in mind for Ethan—including the enigmatic woman in white, herself, and even the one she ignored most, the blond vampire princess Virelle- the resulting fury would be unimaginable.

As those thoughts spun through her small head, Althera put on a sigh of disappointment and spoke in a soft, mournful voice while casting her gaze downward.

"Now that you have revealed your true aura in that moment of anger… it's over. That bastard sensed it immediately. You can't pretend anymore," she said, shaking her head.

"There's no way it will allow a being like you to enter the academy in disguise." Thе lаtеst сhаptеrs аrе uplоаdеd first оn М|V|LЕ3МРYR.

She delivered the words with a slow shake of her head, like a grieving friend. But Ethan, watching closely, noticed the tiniest twitch at the corner of her lips.

Suddenly, he had a gut feeling that she was pretending.

Just as the realization clicked, Nyx turned her gaze sharply to Ethan.

Her golden slits flared with intensity, but she said nothing and simply grabbed his hand.

In the same instant, her body erupted into a sharp beam of jet-black light full of pure, compressed velocity—and with Ethan in tow, she shot skyward.

As she vanished from her position, she left the air cracked and the earth shattered behind her.

The pulse of explosive energy bursting outward in her wake was strong enough to tear ancient trees from the soil and send the landscape rippling like cloth in a storm.

But just as it was about to devastate the forest scape, it stopped.

The storm died as quickly as it had begun, as a blood-red aura expanded in the space where they had vanished.

It was thick, syrupy, and suffocating as it rolled across the clearing like molten wax and pressed the world into stillness.

Wind froze mid-gust, the dust hung motionless in the air, and the animals froze like statues as within that hundred-meter radius, time itself seemed arrested, as though the entire world had been caught in amber.

Althera hovered at its center, still untouched, as her dress fluttered gently but unbothered, and a knowing glint danced in her eye.

"Always dramatic, my dear Nyx," she murmured under her breath as her lips curled ever so slightly.

"But not quite careful enough."

As Ethan glanced downward despite the near-blinding speed of his Master's flight, his sharp eyes still caught fleeting glimpses of familiar terrain vanishing beneath them.

Far below, two dark mountains stretched upward like silent sentinels while being connected by precarious rope bridges swaying gently in the wind.

Looking at them, Ethan knew that they were the same ones they had crossed to enter the Sanctum peak.

Billowing clouds clung to their sides and hid everything beneath in a blanket of white, yet even through the haze, Ethan's sharp perception picked out the truth.

The green bowl that was the Abyssal Sanctum slowly shrank in his view, until it appeared as nothing more than a shallow crater nestled atop the second mountain peak of the Dark Abyss Mountain.

From up here, the illusion of vastness faded, and the sheer scale of their world made him feel like a speck drifting through eternity.

Nyx veered sharply through the open sky and headed toward the looming sprawl of Tower City.

As they neared it, Ethan once again saw the massive mountain city emerge from the clouds. Encircled by tall, dark-gray walls, it appeared like a fortress carved into the side of the earth itself.

The winding stone barriers slithered like black serpents around the city's perimeter, and at its heart, a colossal obsidian tower thrust into the sky with its spire piercing a crown of red-tinged clouds that curled ominously around it.

Nyx soon descended toward a remote, jagged stretch of the outer wall and landed silently outside the city's perimeter.

The moment Ethan's boots touched the stone, he realized their precarious location as he knew that a single misstep would have sent them plummeting into the yawning abyss hidden beneath the sea of clouds.

Though white and seemingly peaceful, Ethan knew all too well what lurked below—that unfathomable drop led directly into the dread-filled chasm of the Dark Devil Abyss.

They stood on a narrow ledge that was barely wide enough to support two people. And yet, there they were, currently fully relaxed while being locked in each other's arms.

Ethan's breath caught in his throat, not because of the height, but because of her.

Right now, Nyx's body was pressed close to his, and as her chest heaved with every furious breath, her bosom rose and fell in a steady and unrelenting rhythm that seemed to hold all the world's mysteries in Ethan's eyes.

For once, she wasn't armored, and that usual wall of obsidian steel that kept the world and him at bay was gone, and the contours of her real figure, always hinted at but never truly seen, were now right before him.

And this time… he could appreciate them with his own eyes.

His gaze was unintentional at first as it fell upon the rise of her chest, and he refused to look away.

They were simply perfect in their round and full shape while being unimaginably soft, unlike one would expect from such a tough dragon warrioress.

He had only felt them before in the dark room of his Master, under her covers, where imagination and feel replaced vision.

But now, the sunlight bathed her curves in an ethereal glow, and his eyes lingered very carefully, and as a result, Nyx noticed.

Looking up at him, she realised that this boy who had been a head smaller and only reached her chest now towered over her.