Lord of The Mysterious Realms Chapter 1212

“What a spectacular sight.”

That expanse of golden light in the darkness was like a sun rising from the horizon. Jenkins couldn't help but marvel; it was the first time he'd ever seen so many Enchanters acting in unison. While over two hundred people wasn't a game-changing number, the sheer concentration of power was breathtaking.

This was an age of peace. In the chaotic eras of the past, when the Church lacked the structure to systematically train Enchanters, such a display would have been unimaginable.

The swirling blizzard around Jenkins intensified its assault, its spinning snowflakes carving lines across his cheeks like razor-sharp blades.

Though Jenkins couldn't find a way to destroy the blizzard, at least his defenses were holding.

A green circle materialized on the smooth ice, a small, emerald tree filling its center. Jenkins stood upon the Soul Emblem beneath his feet, gazing at the approaching crowd. He was surprised that the emblem had recently started appearing automatically whenever he used his [Life Source] ability at full power, but this was hardly the time to dwell on it.

“I may not be able to destroy the blizzard that is your body, but two hundred people can destroy you. I cannot melt every single snowflake, but the resolve of two hundred devout believers can. I honestly don't know what gave you the audacity to provoke a force . I only hope that in your final moments, you understand this: a pious heart is the ultimate nemesis for a monster like you.”

As Jenkins delivered his grand, cost-free speech, he raised his right hand, pouring most of his spirit into the ice chess piece cupped in his palm. He'd discovered long ago that the piece could amplify frost-type abilities, and now that the main force had arrived, he could finally conduct some interesting experiments without holding back.

A pale blue radiance bloomed from Jenkins's raised fist, the deep azure light transforming it into a small orb of energy. Even Dolores, a true descendant of the Stuarts, had likely never used the chess piece to such an extent.

A layer of white frost silently crept over the once-gleaming ice, and even the raging blizzard seemed to slow, its fury growing heavy.

“Ice Solidification!”

Jenkins whispered the command in his mind, forcing himself to recall the sensation from when he'd been frozen solid—that illusion of a world stilled, of all life ceasing to be.

With his eyes closed and his hand held high, he didn't see the deep blue light seeping through his fingers suddenly intensify. Within a ten-foot radius, everything in motion relative to him began to slow down.

In just two seconds, everything within a ten-foot-radius sphere around him came to a complete halt. Snowflakes hung suspended in the air. Shards of ice next to his boots were frozen in place, half-touching the surface. A loose thread on his overcoat straddled the boundary, the outer half fluttering in the wind while the inner half remained perfectly motionless.

But it wasn't over. As his mind connected with the crystalline chess piece, his perception of ice and cold changed entirely. He looked toward the sky and slowly opened his eyes. A pale blue light flashed in their depths for an instant, then vanished.

He extended his right hand, the one clutching the chess piece. A flowing blue radiance spilled from his palm, constantly stretching and reshaping itself.

When the fine particles of light finally solidified, a bow engraved with snowflake patterns materialized in his hands.

He looked down, admiring the artistic, white-and-blue bow in his hands. He was so focused that he failed to notice that beyond the ten-foot sphere, the now sluggish snowflakes were all converging in a single direction.

The snowflakes swirled toward a nearby hill, kicking up great clouds of powder that scattered in all directions.

With an enraged roar from the depths of the darkness, the snowflakes began to pile together, forming a massive monster. Its face alone comprised two-thirds of its total height as it materialized before them.

It was just as tall as the adjacent hill, an image that, in the dark of night, was less terrifying and more strangely comical.

However, there was no faking the monster's twisted form or the frigid air it exhaled with each breath. It roared at the assembled humans as snow from the distance continuously merged with its body, making it taller and stronger with every passing second.

“No, why would the power of that entity appear here?”

Jenkins called out the question, but instead of advancing recklessly, he took several steps back into the area bathed in golden light. His comrades had finally reached him. Clad in thick cotton hats and coats, they all stared, eyes gleaming, at the enormous creature in the darkness. Yet not a single one of them allowed fear to silence their prayers and hymns of praise.

Jenkins shouted, drawing the bowstring. As spirit flowed from his core into his hands, an arrow of pure golden light materialized in his grip.

he yelled, pulling the bowstring taut with all his might. The Enchanters beside him raised their right hands in unison, aiming toward the night sky. The continuous expanse of golden light made it seem as though they occupied a space entirely separate from the darkness.

Spirit solidified and converged. The golden arrow between his fingers grew steadily, its roiling light like dancing sparks—a pure condensation of divine power.

The Enchanters beside him cried out the names of the Righteous Gods they worshipped. Their shouts triggered a chain reaction, and the purest golden light began to flicker from each of their bodies. In that instant, all their disparate divine abilities seemed to merge into one.

With a final shout, Jenkins loosed the arrow. At the same time, the various divine abilities of those around him, their hands still raised, activated in concert.

The golden light at their feet drained away like water from a lake, flowing into that most brilliant golden arrow in the night sky. The projectile left a dazzling afterimage as it tore through the air, shattering the snow monster's summoned wall and the snowman-like creatures that appeared out of nowhere with unstoppable force.

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As the golden light pierced the monster's forehead, the sound of a tolling bell seemed to echo in their ears. The monster reeled backward, crashing heavily onto the ground and sending violent tremors through the ice. It let out one last, mournful howl before the snow that formed its body disintegrated, collapsing into a massive snowdrift.

As he watched the mottled spiritual aura of the monster flicker and die, Jenkins lowered his bow. He stood at the head of the formation, feet together, and gazed into the darkness.

The prayers behind him gradually subsided, replaced by the noisy clamor of celebration and discussion.

The golden light beneath their feet faded from back to front, the last of it gathering around Jenkins, lingering there for a long moment. It was like a slowly fading golden mantle draped over his shoulders. When the final speck of light dissolved into the night, Jenkins couldn't help but let out a sigh.

This wasn't the end. It was only the beginning. And the night was far from over.