Chapter 262: Chapter 262: The Wives
Chapter 262 – The Wives
All this had happened in such a short period of time, but tell me—aren’t you curious?
Curious about how the others felt when the shadow realm was severed in half?
Their reactions? Whether it be the shadows themselves… or The Vaelgrims?
Well…
I am.
So let’s find out.
…
The event that followed after Yuki severed the shadow realm in half wasn’t some flashy divine cataclysm that broke the heavens or rewrote the laws of reality—not to the naked eye at least.
Each person… each group reacted in their own specific way.
For Eric, Selene, Luminara, Rouge, and Malrik—who were fighting against Aerica—this event… was the perfect excuse to stop fighting altogether.
Because truthfully? None of them wanted this fight to begin with.
Aerica only wanted Eric, but couldn’t act on it due to her loyalty to her own kind.
The others just wanted her to submit. And if that could happen without more blood being spilled, all the better.
So when the shadow realm trembled… when it cracked and then split in half, canceling Aerica’s domain and bringing all of them into the left portion of the realm,
They all just… froze.
Staring.
Their eyes wide as they watched the very essence of the shadow realm trying, desperately, to reattach itself.
But none among them was more stunned than Selene.
Because where others simply witnessed power… she sensed it.
She recognized it.
The power. The scent. The intention inside that impossible slash,
It was Yuki.
And…
“No way…” Selene whispered, more to herself than anyone else, her voice trembling as much as her soul.
Because even she, with her fragment of origin, with her ancestral ice couldn’t fathom the possibility of severing the shadow realm itself.
It was mad. It was obscene. It was blasphemous even to imagine it.
And yet…
Yuki had done it.
And that’s when Selene realized…
‘Have I been… complacent? Am I really working hard enough?’
That thought hit her harder than any attack ever could.
Because if Yuki, without a fragment of origin, could do this…
Then how could she not?
Something clicked.
And instantly, Selene decided to try, right then, right there.
The air shifted. The atmosphere cracked.
The realm grew cold.
No…freezing.
Reality itself began to shiver around her as a blue aura enveloped her entire body, a cold so ancient and absolute it began freezing the concepts of heat and time themselves.
Aerica, still in emotional disarray from watching her home be shredded, turned slowly, only to see Selene’s body wrapped in this impossible cold.
But she didn’t react. She was too exhausted. Too drained. Too broken.
“What… what is she doing?” Aerica asked softly as she felt Eric step beside her.
She leaned against him gently, like lovers reunited, like enemies who were never truly enemies to begin with.
And Eric, ever calm, simply answered,
“I don’t know… but I bet you wouldn’t want to be around when it happens.”
Luminara, now back in her cat form, watched with a knowing smile.
‘Go… do it.’ she thought, already understanding what was about to unfold.
Selene was motivated.
But she wasn’t the only one.
All the women of Noah. All the Silver Goddesses. Even Elizabeth and Aphasia.
They all felt it. The pull. The stirring. The deep yearning to evolve.
Zara, Alice, Neko, Red, Anya—who were neck-deep in battle against Mortis, their bodies ragged, their minds hanging by a thread, surrounded by laws so corrupted that even a Mythic would’ve been reduced to rot in second— were living a nightmare.
But they held on trying to at least stall him and wait for their sisters or Noah.
But then…they instinctively stopped as they looked at the sky. And there…
They saw Yuki’s slash.
And instantly something deep inside them awoke as they immediately recognized who did it.
Their fightings spirits awoke.
The same with Emily, Elira, Sophia who were sitting lazily around a table, sipping tea while talking with Lari about how their race would soon rule all and about how they were destined to rise.
They also felt it the moment the realm split.
It was as if Yuki’s blade gave weight to their claims.
A spark lit up inside them too.
Even Dominique, Lilith, Justicia who were locked in a brutal clash with another of Mortis’ commanders, disadvantaged, overwhelmed, nearly broken by their own low attack power shifted the moment they saw that impossible slash.
Ester, who had been tasked with forcing the scattered populations of the shadow realm into submission—whether they were ancient beasts from forbidden regions or secret families with dark roots—paused too.
She watched the severed realm and smiled knowingly.
Sari and Noelle, standing outside the shadow realm, shielding it with their powers of void and invisibility, ensuring no external being could sense what was happening within—they saw it all.
They saw how the realm split from outside point of view.
And it was…breathtaking.
And strangely, it filled them with a desire.
A need.
Even Noah’s maids, still combing through the layers of shadow in search of a potential fragment of Origin related to shadow, stopped.
“Ridiculous…” Nephis muttered as the others agreed with her words.
“But… I want to do the same too,” Leona said suddenly, her beastly eyes gleaming with unfiltered hunger.
Same with Sonomi, Morgan, Katy…they all felt it too.
Something instinctive, something ancient, something pure rising inside of them.
A call.
A whisper.
Even Christelle, Mother of Elijah, Elysiari of Mind, who had been in Laeh, teleported directly into the shadow realm—not to fight, but to witness and to participate in this event.
Because something inside all of them was telling them the same thing…
Try. Seek. Dig deep. Find the way.
Because if they seek…
Then they would find.
Because they were the Vaelgrims.
The Seekers of Infinite Evolution.
And so, without hesitation…
They all tried.
They dug into their minds. Into their souls. Into their concept cores. Into everything that made them who they were.
And one by one… they found the way.
As if fate, or reality, or something far beyond was guiding them.
And the moment they activated the skill born from that spark,
Their voices echoed across the shadow realm, like the divine chords of a symphony meant to seduce reality itself.
And just then—
“NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!”
A voice screamed.
Not a person.
Not a beast.
But the very Will of the Shadow Realm.
A scream so deep and primal it pierced through layers of existence. A scream of pure agony, raw hatred, helpless despair…
And then it was immediately torn apart.
In every direction imaginable.
By The Silver Goddesses.
By The Vaelgrims.
By the Wives of…The Blasphemer of Reality.
—End of Chapter 262—