Supreme Warlock System : From Zero to Ultimate With My Wives

Warlock Ch 431. Threat Tier: Mythic Calamity Class

They had seconds left.

And Damian had just become the nightmare they never expected.

Selena didn't argue.

The divine glow from her halo pulsed outward as she slammed her hands down on the binding vines wrapping Cedric. Holy magic laced through the demonic runes, burning them away like acid against rot.

Selena and Damian moved to Cedric's side, eyes narrowing as she slashed through the remaining bindings with a flick of telekinesis-enhanced force.

[Telekinesis – Amplified]

[Dispel – Corruption Override Variant]

The final seal cracked with a scream.

Cedric collapsed into Selena's arms, pale, bloodied, eyes barely open. "S…Selena?" he rasped.

"I got you, brother," Selena cried. "You're safe. It's over—"

But it wasn't.

Because behind them, the summoning circle roared to life.

[System Notification]

Ritual Core Detected: 100% Completion Achieved

Summoning Triggered

Forbidden Entity Manifesting: Binding Layer Shattered

From the center of the formation, a fissure tore open in the floor. It didn't crack—it ripped, like paper torn through space itself.

Black mist poured out, followed by a low, guttural growl that shook every bone in Damian's body.

Then… it rose.

A massive figure—towering over what remained of the chamber, flesh carved from molten obsidian and bone-wrapped limbs forged from ancient beasts. Eyes like twin burning eclipses. Horns spiraling upward. A body covered in shifting runes and jagged wings unfurling to blot out the sky.

[System Notification]

Entity Summoned: Xhar'Thul, the World-Chain Ravager

Level: ???

Threat Tier: Mythic Calamity Class

Known Abilities: ???

Status: Incomplete Stabilization – Core Link Not Secured freewebnoveℓ.com

"What the hell is that?!" Evelyn gasped, clutching the wall to keep from falling over.

"A god?" Lysandra whispered, stunned. "No… worse."

"Shit," Victoria muttered. "Ralvek summoned a World-Ender."

But Ralvek—still bleeding, staggering, face twisted with triumph—laughed. "You think I summoned him for himself?"

He raised his arms—bloody, cracked—and chanted a forbidden spell.

No one could react in time.

[System Notification]

Forbidden Spell Cast: [Core Transfusion: Self-Sync – Entity Override]

Warning: User Ralvek is forcibly merging with Xhar'Thul's mana core

Synchronization Progress: 89%... 91%... 96%...

"He's fusing with it?" Aria breathed. "He's going to become it!"

"I'LL TAKE THIS POWER!" Ralvek screamed, as black tendrils wrapped around him, piercing his flesh and tethering him to the entity's core. "ALL OF IT! I'LL BE MORE THAN GODS!"

Then—

Everything exploded.

The tower—already weakened—shattered from the inside out. The blood moon above pulsed once—and the top of the tower blew apart in a hellish spiral of crimson light, bone, magic, and debris.

[System Notification]

Vault Tower Destroyed – Stability Lost

Catastrophic Collapse Detected – Initiating Emergency Anti-Fall Countermeasures

Everyone was flung outward like ragdolls.

Stone, steel, books, corpses—spiraling into the air.

Damian twisted mid-air, roaring.

[Wind Step]

[Arcane Platform]

[Telekinesis Burst – Stabilize]

He managed to float—barely—creating a spiraling wave of wind and shadow to stop himself from falling. Aria too—her wings spread wide, glowing, divine wind rippling around her as she hovered next to him.

But below—chaos.

Hell had broken loose.

The sky over Haven City was on fire.

Vampire soldiers had arrived. Hundreds. Scarlet armor reflecting the blood moon as they engaged Ralvek's remaining cult forces on the ground. Blasts of red magic, blades flashing in the smoke.

But that wasn't the worst of it.

Because civilians were running.

Soldiers of Haven's guard were also fighting. Some thought the vampires were attackers. Others were already corrupted.

It was full-on civil war.

And in the midst of it—

Alric.

Wounded, bleeding from his side, dragged a shield wall of Fae soldiers with him. Some elite guard. Others—veteran chiefs from the southern branch.

Cedric had been the sacrifice.

Alric had been the decoy.

They fought beside the vampires now, back-to-back in the streets as soldiers loyal to Ralvek's faction bombarded the square.

But Ralvek—if he could call him Ralvek anymore—was above them all.

The creature—Xhar'Thul—twisted and mutated, now shaped by Ralvek's will.

A dark colossus looming over the city.

A god puppeted by hate.

"...No," Damian muttered.

His hands were shaking.

"No," he said again, softer. "This… this can't be happening again."

The sky burned.

Soldiers screamed.

The tower was gone.

The vampire soldiers—the Fae—the chaos.

It was exactly like fifty years ago.

Back when everything was taken from him. Back when his name—Kaelan—was buried in lies and rage.

"Why is it happening again…"

His voice broke.

His knuckles whitened.

Aria looked out over the burning city, then back to him. "Then let's end it this time."

Damian stared at her for a second—hovering in midair, wind magic swirling around his boots, his corrupted aura flickering like a storm barely restrained.

"You say that like it's easy," he said flatly. "We've got a god-puppet stomping through Haven, vampire soldiers clashing with civilians, and a literal world-ending spell still active below us."

She didn't waver. "This time you aren't alone. You have your friends. You have me. I'm on your side now."

He laughed—bitter and raw. "And that's supposed to make me feel better?"

Her eyes didn't leave his. "You never know."

His corrupted aura flared again—flames and shadows coiling together like serpents hungry for war. The demon king inside him said nothing this time. Only watched. Waiting.

Then Damian growled, twisting midair to face the abomination still towering over the city.

"Fine," he muttered. "Let's see how long it takes me to break a god."

He raised his hand.

The sky cracked.

[Skill Activation: Hell's Throne Unleashed]

[Status: FULL MANA DUMP – DARK DOMINION AMPLIFIED]

[Effect: Summon the Warlock's Throne of Destruction. All Dark and Fire Spells boosted by 300%. Duration: 90 seconds. Corruption Surge: +15%]

The air tore open behind him, and a massive throne forged from black stone and burning chains slammed into the sky. At its base—blazing lava. Above it—crowns of bone and blood spinning in the air like orbiting runes. The entire sky bent around it.

Damian floated above it, eyes glowing red, hands clenched into fists as the throne poured waves of power into his body. His voice was layered now, both his and the demon king's—fused into one.

"Guys—focus fire on the abomination's legs!" he roared. "We bring it down before it tears the city in half!"

Below, the battlefield was hell.