Arcane Academy: The Divine Extraction Legacy

"Mhmm… This is really the Dimensional Creature's primal energy," Lucian muttered as he sensed the remnant energy brought by the mystical bone that the Demon Saint used...

"It's a potent combination with his Corrupted Divinity… It's amazing how these Vessels survived. I wonder what beings they summoned." He added as he looked at Tyler and the others. It seemed that he couldn't sense the Arcana that they used at all.

Selene's gaze, on the other hand, remained at the Rift.

"Azzak's escape after being defeated by planned…"

Tyler nodded. "He'll return."

There was no way that the Demon Saints, who had claimed several Realm, would back out just because they were defeated in this skirmish. They all knew that the Abyss Realm possessed countless Demons they sent out once they were prepared.

"We'll be ready to face them, Vessels…" Selene vowed.

"The Arcane Bureau will care of it from here on." She added.

Tyler could only take a deep breath and accept this.

To be honest, the gathering of the Bureau's most formidable members in this singular location had indeed sown seeds of confusion among the Vessels.

They had anticipated that their forces would scatter across the continent to deal with the Rifts that had appeared in their Realm…

Yet, here they stood, a concentrated might at a singular breach.

'I guess this is also a good way to preserve their forces.' Tyler mused.

Well, he held his questions at bay, choosing instead to address the immediate concern.

"Are you not planning to close the Rift?" He inquired, his gaze shifting between Director Selene and the enigmatic Half-Immortals beside the Rift.

Selene's response was as calm as it was decisive.

"No, we have no intention of sealing it. I presume you're aware of the Rune Arts Faction's recent success? We aim to covertly delve into the Abyss Realm's mysteries…" She disclosed, her eyes reflecting a depth of unspoken strategy.

'Mhmm?'

The news did not come as a complete surprise to Tyler now that she had pointed it out.

Rumors of the Rune Arts Faction's audacious incursion into the Abyss, under the help of the Shadow Immortal from the Forbidden Forest, had reached his ears.

Master Thorne's pact with the Immortal, though costly, had lent credibility to their mission.

With a silent nod, Tyler acknowledged Director Selene's intent.

The recent breakthrough of the Rune Arts Faction—a Rune potent against demonic forces—had likely spurred the Bureau's interest in the Abyss. It was a logical progression, one that Tyler understood all too well.

With the Bureau's plans laid bare, Tyler signaled his team.

It was time to withdraw from the Rift's vicinity and regroup at the stronghold of the Dark Arcanists. Their steps were slow, each movement heavy with the weight of loss and the burden of war yet to end.

As they departed, the agents of the Bureau looked at them with complicated gaze.

Currently, the Dark Arcanists couldn't rely on their allies, whether it was from a small organization or from large factions. They were isolated, but because of the Holy Arts Faction and the Mystica Arts Faction's efforts, it could be said that the Dark Arts Faction truly fell behind the other factions.

Of course, with the Vessels around, this Faction could never be wiped out by other factions. The most they could do was weaken the forces of the Dark Arts Faction.

As for the Bureau, they didn't care about these battles of the Arcanist Factions as long as they didn't involve ordinary humans and their Forbidden Spells were kept under control.

Soon, the Bureau's agents, with their Half-Immortal guardians, began their clandestine study of the Rift leading to the Abyss while Tyler and his member carried with them the hope that their sacrifices would not be in vain.

They could only hope that Azzak would no longer dare to target their stronghold to give their Necromancers some time to prepare their counterattack against the Demons.

***

In the meantime, in the shadowy expanse of the Abyss Realm, Vale's Avatar stood concealed, his gaze, with the help of this Dragon's True Sight, pierced through the veil of darkness to the legions of Demons amassing before the Rift.

The atmosphere was thick with their malice. There was an aura of anticipation as they prepared to invade the Human Realm!

"Mhmm… I wonder what part of the continent is in trouble…" Vale mused as he believed that with these Demons, a kingdom might actually fall if he decided to ignore this.

Well, of course, that would happen unless they listened to Sage Merlin and the previous Pontiff of the Church of the Eminence of the Sea, whom he ordered to spread the news about the Abyss' invasion.

If those countries listened, they shouldn't be completely defenseless against these Demons.

Whom~

Suddenly, amidst the sea of malice, a figure emerged from the Rift—wounded, its aura dimmed but still formidable.

At this time, Vale had no idea, but it was Azzak, a Demon Saint of the sixth rank. At this time, this Demon Saint was bearing the scars of a recent and ferocious battle.

Unbeknownst to Vale, this was the very fiend who had narrowly escaped the Vessels' wrath.

Nonetheless, Vale found several clues after seeing the Demon Saint's form.

The clash of the best Arcanists of the Human Realm against the Demon Saint had probably happened from the other side of the Rift.

'I wonder where is that place…' Vale mused. Well, he could no longer get information from his main body after entering this Realm so he could only make a guess of the situation outside.

"I believe I should be helping them…" He mused, a decision crystallizing within him.

After taking a deep breath, he stepped from the shadows, revealing his presence to the demonic creatures…

Of course, as soon as he revealed his presence, the Demons were momentarily confused as they had no idea why a being that didn't have the aura of Demons was inside their Realm!

Furthermore, they could faintly tell that the figure was being rejected by the Will of the Abyss Realm!

In short, the one who had appeared before them wasn't a resident of this place!

"You!" Azzak's eyes widened as soon as he saw the figure.

He was being tended to by some Blood Creatures, but his immediate thought was to flee!

However, if he were the target of the Immortal, he would be in a dire situation since he was too weak and would be unable to escape in time.

At this time, it was better to stay with the legions of Demons near the Rift!

"Be careful! That aura! I can't be mistaken. That person is Immortal! He must be the Shadow Immortal!" Azzak shouted.

The Shadow Immortal, clad in armor that drank in the light, unsheathed his Black Sword.

The blade that seemed to gather all the darkness was imbued with his Shadow Divinity… There was no need to pretend to be Aura Master at this point. Especially after being recognized by the Demon Saint…

"It's good that you know me… You have to call for your Demon Lord if you want to survive…" Vale said as he laughed loudly.

He was actually instigating them to call the Demon Lord!

His sword then hummed with power as Vale wanted to show his might against these Demons and make them realize that only the Demon Lord could save them!

Whom~

As Vale charged into the fray, his sword danced…

There were all kinds of Demonic Creatures. However, none of it matters against Vale's sword imbued with Divinity. At this point, he was only worried about the Demon Saints working together against him!

Clash!

Each swing cleaved through demonic flesh. Each thrust would kill a fiend and turn their bodies into dark essence before dissipating!

Vale's movements with sheer Agility were like a blur in front of the lower-class Demons. He was like a shadow waltzing through the horde, leaving only destruction in his wake!

The Demonic Generals, who had been rallying their troops for the incursion, recoiled in shock.

Their plans for chaos in the Human Realm were unraveling before their eyes.

"You dare?!" A captain bellowed. His voice was filled with fury.

"A lone Immortal dared to come here?!" Another exclaimed. He was in disbelief at the audacity of the lone warrior.

But Vale was relentless.

His sword carved runes of shadow in the air… There were just too many of them, and he was preserving his limited Divinity and Force, so he could not use a very flashy Arcane Spell right now…

This time, he decided to just use his speed, a little bit of Divinity, and a few Arcane Spells like Arcane Armor, Presence Shift, Traceless Shift, and some Corpse Explosion if needed.

The arrival of his sword was like a death sentence for the demons it touched.

His form flickered, now here, now there, like a specter of vengeance against the abyssal invaders!

The Demonic Generals, once confident in their numbers, now faced the grim reality of their mortality!