Fanelei realized almost immediately that something was wrong with the people of the Beast Emperor Sanctum. The Spirit Beast Race Emperors who had arrived alongside her weren’t simply shocked by the pressure gathering from every direction, they were practically frozen in place, their bodies stiff while their eyes remained fixed toward the center of the newly risen Sanctum.
It felt less like fear and more like something had reached into their Wills and commandeered them, taking hold of whatever connection they possessed to this place.
Fanelei could still move freely, though that was likely only due to the fact she wasn’t technically one of them. Her relationship with the Beast Emperor Sanctum came through Sylas rather than bloodline, inheritance, or one of the Beast Wills rooted into these mountains, which left her outside whatever influence was taking hold of everyone else.
The realization made her think back to Monkey King Mountain and the way Sylas had destroyed it before all of this began. A different smile touched her lips as she wondered whether he had known this would happen all along.
This time, Fanelei was giving Sylas too much credit, though the truth was arguably more impressive. Sylas hadn’t destroyed Monkey King Mountain in preparation for this particular event, he had done it to close the loop of his journey through the past and ensure he still possessed a path back to the future. Unfortunately, Fanelei had no way of knowing that, and right now she had much larger problems.
Even as a Legend, this situation was quickly growing beyond what she could comfortably deal with. The level limit had risen to 300, which happened to be precisely her current Level, and although Sylas had fundamentally changed what her lives meant and transformed the foundation of her strength, she still had no real measure of just how great a Level 300 Demi-God was.
Several powerful presences rushing toward her position at once.
Fanelei inhaled slowly and closed her eyes. She felt for her lives.
Each one answered differently than they would have in the past, no longer simple replacements waiting for the previous one to fail, but layered foundations Sylas had helped her reorganize into something far more useful. Her strength was nothing like it had been before, which was exactly why—
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
"Shit."
Fanelei’s confidence deflated almost instantly.
The sky tore open in several places as holes connected directly to the God Plane formed above the Sanctum, and Serpentes began pouring through them in numbers that made the surrounding mountains look small. Some were kilometers long, others radiated Wills heavy enough to distort the rainbow clouds, but one group caught Fanelei’s attention immediately.
Sapphire scales glittered beneath the light.
Their radiance spilled across the air in clean waves, and at the front of the formation moved a female Serpentes Fanelei recognized even without having dealt with her personally. This was the woman Gogo had once referred to as his wife, or at least the woman he apparently intended to steal back after disappearing into the God Plane.
Fanelei stared upward for several seconds before looking toward the frozen Beast Emperors around her.
"Of course."
Before she could even decide how to deal with the Demi-God, actual Gods had descended. This was just... fantastic.
Following Sylas really was going to be the end of her existence.
**
Sylas was already closing in on Fanelei when space began opening around him.


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