The Vanguard’s Descent
Author: F.J. Wilder
last update2026-09-17 17:54:09

The golden light didn't just illuminate the ruined study; it crushed it.

All other bookshelves crumbled to dust. The whole floor of the marble was crushed, and we were a foot deeper into the basement of the house. The weight of the aura that was pouring through the hole in the space was like a mountain had fallen on my shoulders.

Behind me, Aria let out a pained gasp, her knees buckling under the pressure. I immediately activated the Abyssal mist, creating a void that was enough to protect her
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  • The Vanguard’s Descent

    The golden light didn't just illuminate the ruined study; it crushed it.All other bookshelves crumbled to dust. The whole floor of the marble was crushed, and we were a foot deeper into the basement of the house. The weight of the aura that was pouring through the hole in the space was like a mountain had fallen on my shoulders.Behind me, Aria let out a pained gasp, her knees buckling under the pressure. I immediately activated the Abyssal mist, creating a void that was enough to protect her from the crushing blow.A thick, armoured boot was placed onto the fractured marble from the centre of the white portal.The man who had walked through the rift was seven feet tall, dressed in a white suit that was perfectly tailored with golden armour plating lining it. He had a sickeningly pure, arrogant light in his eyes, and his hair was combed back.Malakor. The first sword of the Apex Syndicate.He was a Tier 6 powerhouse. One of the men who had been there and laughed when Valerius Thorne

  • The Grandmaster's Greed

    I didn't open the front doors of the villa. I ran straight through the brick wall next to them.I rushed into the grand foyer, and dust and broken masonry erupted. The air was thick and heavy inside the house, the smell of which was even fouler than the odour of a freshly dug grave. It was the crushing weight of an aura of Tier 4, a weight that was meant to push weaker cultivators to their knees.My second-layer core was spinning so hard it was pumping dark crimson energy through my veins. Passively, the Abyssal Devouring Art did not let the gravity destroy me, making the way clear."Aria!" I roared and followed the blinding silver light down the hallway.It took me 2 seconds to get to the study. The door was already made into sawdust, a thick mahogany door.The inside of the room was in shambles. Bookshelves were broken, and the old desk was reduced to firewood. Aria was now on her knees, with her left hand bleeding and held to her chest, in the middle of the devastation. Her beautif

  • A True Master’s Despair

    "A true master?" I echoed, my voice flat, completely unimpressed by the boiling, toxic aura rolling off the Tier 3 Grand Elder. "I've slaughtered deities who could sweep the floor better than you."The Elder's eyes became venomous slits. “Arrogant trash, your First Layer core is nothing more than a flickering candle; let me extinguish it.”He vanished.He didn't run; it was just the force of his Qi that moved him forward, just like teleportation. The ground beneath him that he stood on crumbled to form a pit of mud. The green light was sickening as his jagged, poisoned longsword cut right through to my neck.He was very quick! This strike was death to anyone else in Ravenwood City.I had been involved in wars in worlds where time had become a weapon, though.I didn't attempt to block. A Tier 3 weapon could not be used to hit My First Layer core. Rather, I just bent my head back slightly, a mere inch or so.The blade was poised to kill me, to cut a single strand of my wet hair as it wh

  • A One-Man Slaughterhouse

    I pushed open the heavy oak doors of the villa and stepped out into the freezing rain.The manicured lawns of the Sterling estate had become a muddy chaos of a war zone. There were 200 mercenaries in a huge semi-circle around the house. The dozens of headlights of cars and SUVs blazed in my direction with a flash of light.My cheap dress shirt was drenched with rain. There I was, with no weapons, looking down a row of assault rifles, machetes, and iron pipes.Arthur Cross was in the center of the mob, standing on the hood of a black armored truck. He appeared older and much more out of it than the last time I saw him at a corporate gala. His eyes were bloodshot, totally furious at the death of his only son.“You went out alone, you did! The thunderous voices of Arthur and his men were heard over a megaphone. He pointed at me with his shivering finger. Vance, where's the bitch? Drag Aria out here now, and I may kill you soon!I didn't raise my voice. I didn't need to. I tapped a bit of

  • The Matriarch Awakens

    The thick glass windows of the bedroom began to spiderweb with cracks.The burning silver crest on Aria's forehead wasn't a problem anymore; it was a scream. The pressure of the wave was the old pressure that had been here before, and it was suffocating the room, pushing the heavy oak furniture back.If that aura crossed the walls of this villa, all the secret societies, all the supernatural predators, and all the corrupt sovereigns within a thousand miles would feel it. They would come together like locusts to take her to themselves at Ravenwood City.I couldn't let that happen. Never when my heart was still broken.I moved. I scrambled onto the large king-sized bed, straddled her waist, and pinned her flailing body down. The heat from her skin was so hot that it would melt steel.I whispered, "Hold on, Aria," my eyes glaring a cruel crimson.I slapped my right hand right on the burning silver crest of her forehead. As soon as my skin brushed against hers, the old energy rebelled, ja

  • The Crimson Lotus

    The masked assassin did not waste time with monologues. He simply vanished from where he stood.The air was filled with the pungent and sweet aroma of poisoned blades cutting through the air. My right side was instantly met by the Tier 2 cultivator, who was standing back up by my side, with his twin curved daggers directly at my throat and Aria's unprotected chest.He was fast. He was just a blurry mess of deadly crimson to any mortal eye.To me, he was swimming under water.I didn't panic. I didn't even pick up my wife. I just moved all of Aria's weight to my left arm and pulled her tight against my chest. With my free right hand, I reached out and casually caught the assassin’s right wrist in mid-air.Behind his red mask the assassin's eyes opened wide. He was trying to thrust his left dagger into my ribs, but I was in his guard, and I struck my knee hard into his stomach.There was a thunderous echo in the office.The assassin choked on his own blood, and his body bent in half from

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