**'Abyssal Sovereign: The Demon's Dominion'**

Chapter 587: Chapter 586: Let’s Talk

The army had to be delayed for a week before they could resume their journey.

But during those days, Keith was constantly on edge. His thirst for blood had been steadily growing, and it was becoming harder and harder for him to suppress it.

It had reached the point where he had sneaked out of his tent one night and nearly killed a disciple who was sleeping nearby.

Thankfully, it all ended today.

The sun rose over the horizon as the army stopped on top of a massive hill.

Below them stretched a vast expanse of land, with cities scattered one after another across the horizon.

At the far end stood a magnificent structure that immediately caught their attention.

It was the castle of the Ynvashi Kingdom.

And today, it would welcome them.

Before the army could descend, another army emerged.

They had passed through the gates of a nearby city and were now standing on the other side, looking toward Princess Rasel’s army from a distance.

The space between the two armies was less than ten kilometers.

Rasel raised her hand.

It was the signal.

Tens of thousands of warriors, most of them at least Middle-Level Rank 0 experts, began descending from the hill.

The opposing army also began moving forward.

Slowly...

The two armies drew closer and closer.

Finally, they stopped only a few hundred meters apart.

Princess Rasel immediately frowned when she saw who was standing opposite them.

The princes were nowhere to be seen.

Neither were the leaders of the various organizations.

She couldn’t help but wonder what they were planning.

As for the Ancestor and Riua, their expressions were even more serious.

There wasn’t a single Quasi-Rank 1 expert among the opposing army.

Something was definitely wrong.

"Princess Rasel..."

A middle-Level Rank 0 expert from the opposing army stepped forward.

"The princes wish to have a discussion with you before this battle begins."

Everyone frowned.

"If they want a discussion, why aren’t they here?"

The First Elder couldn’t help but ask.

The man smiled.

"They are waiting at the capital."

"They said this discussion could potentially stop the war, depending on whether the princess is willing to speak with them calmly."

Everyone exchanged glances.

Did they think they were fools?

"Can other people come with her?"

Devon asked, his eyes narrowing.

"They can."

The man nodded.

Devon breathed a sigh of relief.

At least Princess Rasel wouldn’t have to go alone.

"But if anyone follows her, there will be no need for the discussion."

The man’s words immediately caused everyone’s expressions to twitch.

Couldn’t he have simply said no?

What difference was there between this and telling them that Princess Rasel had to go alone?

But this changed everything.

It was definitely a trap.

And Princess Rasel was in danger.

If she entered the capital, she would be walking directly into the lion’s den.

She could be killed.

And if that happened...

Then what was the point of agreeing to this discussion in the first place?

Besides, why should they even agree to such a ridiculous demand?

They had all come here prepared to fight.

"Princess, this isn’t—"

Devon began.

"I know, Devon."

Rasel interrupted him.

She would have to be a fool not to recognize such an obvious trap.

But what made her curious was the man’s confidence.

From the way he spoke, he seemed certain that she would agree to go.

"Even a fool can see through this."

Rasel narrowed her eyes.

"But judging by your calmness and that smile..."

"What makes you so confident that I will follow you?"

The man chuckled.

His pupils suddenly turned pitch black.

"It seems you don’t want the Mortal Realm to remain the Mortal Realm."

A hoarse voice suddenly filled the air.

There was no pressure.

No terrifying aura.

Nothing physically changed.

And yet...

Everyone felt their hearts suddenly jump.

The Ancestor of the Molak Family stepped forward.

"This isn’t a request."

The hoarse voice sounded once more.

"This is a command."

"Follow him."

The voice disappeared.

The Ancestor frowned deeply.

Everyone was shocked.

Who—or what—was that?

Although they hadn’t felt any pressure, they couldn’t explain the sensation that had gripped their hearts.

It was as though an invisible hand had wrapped around their throats.

"What should we do now?"

Someone couldn’t help but ask.

Everyone looked at one another in shock.

Should Princess Rasel really follow them?

And that being...

Who was he?

"Go with him."

"Don’t worry. You will be fine."

The Ancestor of the Molak Family spoke calmly.

Rasel nodded.

"Let’s go, then."

Several people wanted to protest, but the Ancestor had already assured them that she would be fine.

So they could only watch as Rasel followed the man through the opposing army and headed toward the capital.

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"He is definitely Rank 1..."

The Ancestor of the Molak Family narrowed his eyes.

Before, he had merely suspected it.

But now...

He was certain.

Which meant that the being was most likely from the Upper Realm.

But how could someone from the Upper Realm be in the Mortal Realm?

What was happening?

Blessed ruins had begun appearing.

Treasures were emerging everywhere.

Resources capable of turning ordinary humans into Rank 0 experts were appearing.

Even the concentration of energy in the Mortal Realm had been steadily increasing.

Could it be...?

Had a passage opened between the Upper Realm and the Mortal Realm?

The Ancestor’s expression changed.

---

At the front of the army, Leon was deep in thought.

What exactly were they planning?

Was it really as simple as killing Rasel?

Why did they want to speak with her?

What would they gain from it?

Killing Rasel wouldn’t necessarily make them surrender.

Even without her, Leon was still alive.

He could still take the throne after all he is royalty.

But Leon had noticed the Ancestor’s change in expression.

That being who had spoken through the man was definitely not simple.

The Ancestor hadn’t shown such an expression even when he faced Caesar.

So...

What exactly was going on?

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Meanwhile...

Rasel had finally passed through the opposing army.

The man suddenly extended his hand toward her.

Rasel stared at his palm cautiously.

"You don’t expect us to walk all the way to the capital, do you, Princess?"

The man smiled.

"Please. At this rate, we wouldn’t even reach the capital in three days."

He wasn’t wrong.

They still had countless cities to pass through.

But Rasel was curious.

How exactly did this man intend to take them to the capital?

And why would holding his hand help?

As far as she knew, he was only a Middle-Level Rank 0 expert.

What could he possibly do?

Still...

Perhaps it was curiosity.

Perhaps she simply had no other choice.

Either way, Rasel reached out and grabbed his hand.

The instant their palms touched—

His eyes turned pitch black.

Rasel’s vision suddenly blurred.

And then...

They were gone.

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