Endless Evolution: Last Star Chapter 1551 1551: Fake Arc

Even as Vaarh, Adam, and Alexia chatted following his recovery, crucial happenings unfolded above ground, no less vital than those below.

Curiously, the Head Golem was the initial observer of these shifts.

For years, he had protected the barrier, along with the Ancient Voice that issued his commands throughout that time.

All of it had vanished now.

The Head Golem understood the implications clearly. The Frost Oasis's master had roused and advanced toward the ultimate confrontation.

"I see..." His raspy tone echoed as he gazed afar. "They actually succeeded and reached the conclusion? Among all who attempted it before, do they truly stand a shot at triumph?"

Memories of Adam's statements and Alexia's deeds flooded the Head Golem's mind. They seemed like overconfident Phantoms barely grasping the Ancient Energy needed to breach the barrier.

Yet, they proved their boasts weren't empty; it was their true aim, and they neared completion of it.

Tremble. Tremble. Tremble.

Shudders rippled through the ground as multiple ice worms emerged. Previously, they avoided the abyss due to the barrier's blockade, but circumstances had transformed entirely.

Alongside hordes of beasts streaming down from the peaks, they prepared to join the impending clash.

Certainly, en route to the abyss, numerous would clash among themselves, yet that served the exact purpose.

Survival belonged solely to the mightiest, and that one alone would claim every prize.

What drove Vaarh to orchestrate this?

Most might prefer avoiding danger by retaining the Ancient Voice and barriers, rather than thrusting himself into fresh conflict.

Vaarh trusted his edge against Adam and Alexia, backed by solid grounds, yet he wasn't some foolish, cocky fool blind to his own capabilities' bounds.

In the past, death had nearly claimed him, spared only by flawless execution of his plans.

This time, he intended to replicate that precision.

Post-clash with Adam and Alexia, injuries were inevitable, minor or severe alike.

Amid such vulnerability, the corpses of battling monsters would provide him ideal replenishment.

This offered a swift recovery path, bypassing months or more of mending time.

Thus, with time pressing, the Head Golem faced a choice. He could plunge into the abyss first and test fate, or...

Thump.

The Head Golem advanced a step.

Then, repeatedly so.

Within moments, he traversed to the snowy field's center, eyes lifted to Frost Ridge's summit for the optimal panorama of the lands and warzone.

Up ahead, a group of white wolves charged his way, akin to the ones Adam felled for their final meal near the barrier.

These wolves possessed enough might to challenge the Head Golem substantially, however...

Whoooosh. Whooosh. Whooosh.

They streaked by him as ethereal white shades. Detecting no aggression from him, they deemed him no foe.

At present, the Head Golem—this stone-and-energy construct that had warded the barrier for decades—pursued a single aim. He yearned to savor the scenery and experience life's freedom, free from duty.

...

'Adam,' Silvana's voice echoed in his thoughts as Vaarh drew near. 'I've figured out our necessary action.'

'Agh? Tell me fast!' Adam urged silently while calling forth his needle. Alexia readied herself for combat too.

Silvana pressed her lips together, staring intently at Vaarh's vulnerable neck.

'That dragon's head likely holds no blood whatsoever. For victory, you must obtain his blood. I believe it's the Blood of God, fulfilling your requirement.'

Adam gave a firm nod. Silvana's view aligned with his own; he lacked alternatives.

'So, you're proposing I extract his blood somehow?'

In that instant, shadows and ferocity darkened Silvana's eyes.

'Exactly. Drive your fangs straight into his neck, like a savage creature. Use any means to secure the win!'

Silvana forever sought Adam's utmost benefit, though such fierce phrasing was unprecedented from her.

"Hah," Adam smirked. The idea appealed to him. "Understood!"

Step.

Vaarh halted, extending his arm laterally.

Energy gathered in his palm, briefly shaping into an elongated armament.

Adam and Alexia's eyes bulged. They recognized it—the Arc, emblematic weapon of the Lords. At this tier, monsters gained their signature tool, mirroring what every Phantom started with.

Though Nexus and Arc differed, at the Second Circle's pinnacle, they equated fundamentally.

Fear gripped Adam and Alexia's hearts. Vaarh's Arc manifestation signaled his vast superiority in strength.

Abruptly, Vaarh's arm quivered, his pupils contracting sharply.

The armament's form wavered, then scattered into energy tendrils that flew beyond his stunned gaze.

Summoning his Arc proved impossible. His bewilderment rang true; he'd forfeited a skill once effortless.

Yet, insight struck him promptly.

"I see... Have I truly weakened to this extent?" Vaarh shook his head, then pivoted and moved laterally.

Adam's eyes fluttered as Vaarh materialized across the ruined pond.

He possessed an alternate method to arm himself.

Despite his presence in the Frost Oasis, frost wasn't Vaarh's core essence. His true prowess delved further, embodying keen-edged potency.

Clutch.

Without pause, Vaarh gripped the pupil of his old body's massive blue eye, thrusting his hand within to grasp the lens.

The blue eye quaked, swiftly dimming and contracting into a metallic gray lump. Its essence morphed into a lengthy staff, the lens forging a crystalline point for his spear's end.

Whoooooosh.

Vaarh whirled his spear, unleashing wind blasts at Adam and Alexia opposite him.

Now, battle-ready at last. His improvised Arc stood prepared.