The Heavenly Demon of Terror-Chapter 295: Blackstone Ravine, Edge of Oblivion

Samuel's POV

As the crimson mist rolled in, curling like breath from a dragon's maw, I felt that familiar tug. A flash of light erupted in my peripheral.

[DING]

[Quest Window Unlocked]

I stopped mid-step, shadow ravens circling above as I slowly turned my gaze toward the hovering, ethereal panel.

I smirked.

"Well... took you long enough to show up."

The system had been quiet for days. But I knew better. Oblivion wasn't random—it waited. It watched. And now, it was throwing blood-soaked bait right at me.

I read the list, each word etching adrenaline into my bones.

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[Quest Chain: Descent of the Harbinger]

Quest One: Fallen Knight's Legacy

Objective: Venture into the shattered ruins of Ebonfall Keep.

Target: Defeat the corrupted specter of the legendary knight Nelo Angelo, whose soul still guards the Blade of Broken Kings.

Reward: Blade of Broken Kings (Epic-tier), +1 Skill Slot, 2 Levels.

Quest Two: Duel of the Wings

Objective: Challenge and defeat the Queen's Right Wing—Velmira, the Pale Talon—in single combat beneath the Moonless Spire.

Reward: Shadow Sigil of the Spire, +2 Levels, Unique Combat Passive.

Quest Three: Call of the Void Empress fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm

Objective: After completing Quests 1 & 2, you are summoned to a meeting by Roselle, Goddess of Darkness.

Warning: Her motives are unknown.

Reward: ????

Quest Four: Midnight Pact

Objective: Accept Roselle's offer to join her in traversing Oblivion and confronting the Queen of the Pale Crown.

Reward: Co-ruler status in the Court of Abyss, Mythic-tier gear unlocks, ????

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I exhaled slowly, the screen dimming and burning into my thoughts.

"Roselle..."

I tilted my head skyward, rain hissing on my armor.

"I thought you were still ruling the Human World like a Queen, lacing governments with shadows and keeping your throne warm..."

"So you've descended into Oblivion too. You really are a greedy goddess, aren't you?"

But I wasn't upset.

No. I was intrigued.

This wasn't just about power anymore. This was about status, about carving my name between gods and monsters, maybe even making Roselle take a second look—not as her pawn, not as her plaything, but her equal.

I cracked my knuckles.

"Nelo Angelo, huh? Let's see if your sword sings as well as the stories say."

Time to head to Ebonfall Keep.

And maybe—just maybe—start writing my legend in the blood of kings and gods.

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The wind here was sharp—thin, almost serrated—whipping through the cracked marble walls of what used to be the Grand Archive of Ebonfall. Half of it was buried under obsidian stone, the other half still barely standing, haunted by whispers and ash.

I pushed open the crumbling door with a slow creak, shadows pooling at my feet like loyal beasts. My eyes scanned the dust-covered tomes and scrolls scattered across the floor like the bones of forgotten knowledge.

"If I'm gonna face Nelo Angelo," I muttered, "I'm not walking in blind. I don't care if he's just a 'quest marker'—if Oblivion resurrected him, he's no ordinary wraith."

I found what I was looking for in a shattered stone shelf near the heart of the chamber.

[Recovered Scroll: The Black Winged Traitor – Legend of Nelo Angelo]

I read it aloud, voice echoing in the gloom.

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"Once known as Sir Caelum, first sword of the Pale Crown, he was the Queen's chosen knight—a man said to have slain titans and silenced empires. But the deeper he fought into the Abyss, the more the Abyss fought back."

"His soul fractured. His blade turned inward. The man who swore loyalty to the Queen was devoured... and what returned was Nelo Angelo—the Black Winged Traitor."

"He betrayed the Queen at the Gate of Thorns. Took half her vanguard with him in madness. They say he still guards the Blade of Broken Kings, a cursed sword forged from his own shattered honor."

"No man has faced him and lived sane."

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"...Tch." I closed the scroll, eyes narrowing.

"So you're not just a blade-swinging corpse. You're a corrupted legend."

And more than that... you were hers.

The Queen's first sword, now a cursed shadow? That stinks of personal history. Maybe that's why the Queen hasn't erased you—maybe she can't. Or maybe Roselle's the one who left you to rot as a warning.

I stood, brushing dust from my coat.

"Which means you're the perfect test. If I can cut down the Queen's former sword..." I smiled coldly. "...then I'm already halfway through her throne room."

I stepped out into the twilight. In the distance, I could already see the jagged silhouette of Ebonfall Keep, cloaked in stormclouds and flickering red lightning.

The wind carried whispers now.

And somewhere within that crumbling fortress... Nelo Angelo waits.

"Time to see if the legend bleeds."