I Awakened The Ancient Vampire System

Chapter 165: Chapter 165: The Arrival of a Savior

The gravity field extended 500 meters in every direction. Everything within that radius was pressed into the earth.

Most of the Grand Core masters had already retreated from the kill zone. But they felt the edge of the effect. Their barriers strained. Mana drained sharply as they fought to remain upright.

Two were too slow.

Helena Vance’s ice barriers shattered like ice cubes under a hammer. The gravity pressed down on her with full force. Her legs buckled. Her arms snapped — CRAAACK, CRAAACK — both forearms fracturing simultaneously. She screamed.

Rothgar grabbed her with earth manipulation — a pillar of stone lifting her body and dragging her out of the gravity field’s edge. She survived. But she was heavily injured — multiple fractures across her arms and legs, internal bleeding, ribs cracked.

Kael Morrow was slower.

The gravity caught his left side. His arm and three ribs snapped at the same instant. CRAAACK-CRAAACK-CRAAACK. He coughed blood. His legs buckled. He dropped to one knee.

Darius Cole yanked him free with wind manipulation — a concentrated gust that launched Kael out of the gravity field’s range. He tumbled across the ground, leaving a trail of blood.

Two Early Grand Core Task Force officers who had been positioned closer to the southern wall were caught in the full gravity field.

They never had a chance.

The pressure hit them like the fist of a god. Their barriers — reinforced with Grand Core mana — held for less than a second. KRRRAK. Then their bodies compressed. Armor crumpled inward. Bones ground to powder. Flesh flattened. Two lives, extinguished in the space between heartbeats. The ground beneath them dipped, forming shallow craters where they had stood. Nothing remained recognizable.

A Border Integrity Force Grand Core master — a Mid Grand Core earth manipulator — reacted faster. He slammed both palms into the ground and channeled everything he had. The earth beneath him hardened. Layers of compressed stone formed beneath his feet, pushing upward against the gravity.

Then his barrier shattered.

The earth beneath him compressed. The ground folded inward like wet clay. He sank into his own barrier’s remains. The gravity crushed him into the earth he’d tried to command. Dead.

The gravity field held for ten seconds. Then Grimveil lowered its hand. The pressure eased. But the damage was done.

Silence fell over the southern district.

Aldric Blackwood stood at the command position, wind swirling around him. His face was ashen. His one remaining eye stared at the Titan Ape.

Aldric whispered to the sky: "God help us all."

We can’t win this, Aldric thought. We can’t even scratch it. Every attack we have is useless. If it advances into the city, everyone dies. Every soldier. Every civilian. Every student. Everyone.

He looked up at Grimveil.

The ape’s chest rumbled. A low, bass sound that vibrated through Aldric’s bones. It was preparing another attack. Or simply breathing. There was no difference. Both could kill.

Is this how it ends? Aldric’s hand tightened around his staff. After everything — the Cataclysm, the Great Calamity, fifty years of rebuilding — is this how the people of Geneva die? Crushed beneath a beast we can’t even wound?

The Grand Core masters behind him were retreating. Their faces were pale. Darius Cole, still bleeding from the lightning wound on his chest, stood beside Aldric with his jaw clenched.

"Aldric," Darius said quietly. "We need to evacuate the city."

"Evacuate to where?" Aldric’s voice was hollow. "There’s nowhere far enough."

Then the sky changed.

A single point of white radiance that appeared like a new star being born in the middle of the day.

A blinding light descended from the sky that illuminated the entire southern district like dawn breaking in the middle of a nightmare.

Even Grimveil’s gravity field seemed to flicker. The oppressive pressure wavered for a fraction of a second.

Every person on the battlefield looked up.

A figure dropped from the sky.

A woman.

Long white hair. Pure white, like snow that had never been touched. Her robes were white — flowing, layered, ethereal — billowing around her body in the wind of her own descent. A serene face. She was beautiful.

She descended calmly.

Beneath her was a flying beast. A Peak A-Rank beast. A Cloud Serpent — sixty meters long, covered in white scales that shimmered like pearls. Golden eyes. Wings that spanned forty meters, each beat creating clouds that spiraled outward in lazy circles. The serpent’s body moved with fluid grace, cutting through the air like water.

It landed behind the Grand Core masters. The Cloud Serpent lowered its body, and the woman stepped off its back.

The Cloud Serpent bowed its head to her.

The Grand Core masters stared. Aldric as the Tower Master of Starveil, a man who had faced the Great Calamity fifty years ago — stared.

Then recognition hit him.

His one eye widened. The color drained from his already pale face.

"Seraphine D’Arc."

The name fell from his lips like a prayer.

Darius Cole’s head snapped toward him. "Seraphine? She’s still alive?"

Aldric nodded slowly. His voice was barely a whisper. "She’s one of Earth’s strongest. Astral Realm."

The words settled over the Grand Core masters like a blanket of impossible hope.

Astral Realm. The highest cultivation tier any human on Earth had ever reached. The ceiling of human power. A realm so far above Grand Core that the gap between them was like the gap between a Neophyte and a Grand Core Realm cultivator.

Seraphine D’Arc. One of the heads of the Church of Dawn. Leader of the Paladins of the Church of Dawn. One of the heroes of France during the Great Beast Calamity fifty years ago. She had fought alongside the greatest human awakeners of that era — men and women whose names were carved into monuments — against the eight Great Calamity Beasts. She had been the one who held the line in France while the Titan Ape, the Leviathan, and the Storm Wyrm ravaged Europe together.

Most people believed she had retired. Or died. Her name had faded from public consciousness over the decades, replaced by younger heroes, newer stories.

She was 170 years old. She appeared to be in her early thirties.

Her ability: S-Rank Holy Summoning. She could summon S-Rank beasts through divine rune formations — creatures from beyond Earth’s boundary, pulled through portals of holy light.

Grimveil turned its massive head toward her slowly. The movement of its neck alone displaced enough air to send a gust across the battlefield. Its burning eyes narrowed.

It recognized her.

Fifty years ago, she had been one of the humans who fought it. One of the ones who hurt it. One of the ones who killed the Ashen Wraith while it watched. The ape held no fear.

A low rumble emanated from its chest.

Seraphine looked up at Grimveil. Two hundred meters of living catastrophe. Her expression didn’t change.

She spoke. Her voice carried across the entire battlefield with supernatural clarity — reaching every soldier, every master, every student on every rooftop.

"Grimveil. You were sleeping. You should have stayed asleep."

Grimveil roared.

ROOOOAAAARRR!

The sound shattered what remained of the southern wall. Stone exploded outward. Soldiers covered their ears, screaming. The Grand Core masters staggered — even Aldric flinched.

Seraphine didn’t flinch.

She stood in the center of the devastation — white hair whipping in the wind of the ape’s roar.

The roar died. Dust settled.

Grimveil stared down at her.

She raised one hand. Opened her palm. Turned it toward the sky.

And slapped the open air.

The impact created a shockwave. A visible ripple of golden light spread from the point of contact — racing across the sky like cracks forming in glass.

A massive rune formation materialized above the battlefield. Hundreds of meters across. Intricate symbols — thousands of them — interlocked in patterns that spiraled inward toward a central point. Interlocking circles rotated in opposite directions. The symbols glowed gold. The sky behind them changed color — from grey to gold. From the colour of destruction to the colour of dawn.

The air vibrated with energy that made every cultivator on the battlefield feel small.

From the center of the formation, a portal opened.

A giant serpent emerged.

Eighty meters long. Covered in iridescent scales that shifted between blue, green, and gold — each scale the size of a dinner plate, each one catching the light and refracting it into a thousand colors. Its eyes were ancient — slitted pupils burning with intelligence. Its body radiated heat and power in visible waves. The air around it shimmered.

Its hissssss echoed across the city.

Early S-Rank beast. Celestial Serpent.

The serpent coiled in the air above Seraphine.

Grimveil looked up at it.

Two ancient beasts. Two forces of nature. Assessing each other across a battlefield littered with the remains of the weaker.

The air between them crackled. The ground trembled. The sky itself seemed to hold its breath.

Seraphine spoke again.

"Go back to your territory, Calamity Beast, Grimveil. The Black Forest is yours. This city is not — and will never be — yours."

Grimveil’s eyes burned brighter. The red aura around its body intensified — darkening from red to crimson to deep, bloody burgundy. Its muscles swelled. The ground beneath its feet cracked further. The air around it distorted.

Seraphine didn’t move.

Grimveil roared.

ROOOOAAAARRR!

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