Chapter 323: Let The Ball Roll (4)

Far across the realm in a much calmer area, Kaelthyr and Kyron had both been plotting their own scheme.

Well, it wasn’t a scheme in the normal sense... it was more like sweet revenge.

Kaelthyr moved with an ease that didn’t belong to a man plotting genocide.

The Eternal Masque’s endless ballroom shimmered around him—music drifting in perfect harmony, stone pathways glowing beneath every step.

And in the center of it all, Kaelthyr danced.

His hand rested lightly on the waist of a beautiful succubus, her skin a soft shade of rose, her eyes a sultry crimson that promised sin with every glance.

Her black horns curled elegantly, her tail swayed with practiced allure, and her smile was the kind that had ruined kingdoms.

To anyone watching, they looked like two strangers flirting at a masquerade.

But Kaelthyr knew better.... And she, oh she had no idea.

"Mm... you move well," she purred, brushing her fingers along his jawline. "Most men stumble when they dance with a succubus of such class."

Kaelthyr chuckled, spinning her effortlessly.

"Well, maybe you just haven’t danced with men of such class?"

She giggled... it was light, intoxicating and familiar.... Too familiar.

Her scent, her voice, the way she leaned in just a little too close... It was all exactly the same as the woman who once called herself his wife.

That’s right... Kaelthyr was currently dancing with the very woman who betrayed him for an incubus.

The woman whose betrayal forced his transmigration.

It was obvious that she didn’t recognize him now. He was a completely different person and that wasn’t even to mention he was now a God.

So, in her eyes... he was nothing more than an intriguing stranger who had wandered into the den of a Succubus Queen.

And despite the countless years—and even the change of race—she was still the same.

The same woman who believed the world bent toward her whims. One that would spread her legs for the slightest gain.

Now, Kaelthyr he could easily see through her filth.

As the God of Samsara and Souls, reading her was effortless.

Her essence, her intentions, her carefully curated allure—none of it could hide from him. Not just that... her rank, it was merely Dimensional Ascendant, which only made the contrast sharper.

She was powerful by Lower Dimensional standards... in fact she exceeded it.

But compared to him?

It was insignificant.

They continued their dance, her movements smooth and calculated. She traced a finger down his chest, as she spoke.

"You know... our clan is hosting a private gathering after the masque. It’s... very exclusive. Very... indulgent."

Kaelthyr raised a brow. "Hmm, is that an invitation I’m hearing?"

Her smile widened. "For a man of your... She paused as she looked him up and down... "Of your stature... Always."

She leaned in, lips brushing his ear. "Don’ think about it too much... Just come with me after this. I’ll take you to our clan’s estate. And we’ll have some fun... You’ll love it there."

Kaelthyr’s eyes gleamed—cold, amused, merciless.

"I’d be honored."

She didn’t notice the way his fingers tightened around her waist. She didn’t notice the flicker of killing intent behind his smile.

She didn’t notice that she had just invited extinction into her home.

It was actually pretty ironic how this woman ended up here in the first place. Who could’ve thought that the incubus was just one of the many invading races on Earth at that time?

One’s that had been trapped on the broken dimensional gate. Aside from entering the Mark of the Weaver... they couldn’t exactly go anywhere else.

So, Earth it became a sort of playground for those beings.

And she... well she had simply been brought along with the incubus who had claimed her.

----

As she pressed closer, whispering promises she had no idea she wouldn’t live to keep, Kaelthyr sent a mental message through the bond.

’Kyron.’

A calm voice answered instantly.

’Father, I’m here... what’s the plan?’

’You will head into the Eight Dimension.... apparently, there are some gates around here which connects to other dimensions. Begin clearing the Abyssal Realms of that Lower Dimension.... I will do some cleaning up, around here first.’

A pause. Then a low, eager laugh.

’Alright... understood.’

Kaelthyr spun the succubus again, dipping her low as the music swelled. She laughed, delighted, unaware of the doom she had just invited into her world.

He lifted her back up, smiling warmly.

"Lead the way," he said.

And she did— with a sway of her hips and a smile that once destroyed him.

This time, he would return the favor.

----

The guest‑waiting area was one of the few spots that remained calm and untouched in the Eternal Masque. From here, the chaos unfolding across the realm looked almost artistic, like a distant performance rather than a battlefield.

Well, to the women watching at least.

Seraphiel sat with her legs crossed, black‑and‑red hair cascading over one shoulder, her expression serene despite the explosions echoing in the distance.

Madison lounged beside her, arms folded, black hair spilling down her back like a dark waterfall.

Rune leaned against a pillar, silver hair shimmering under the star‑chandelier sky, charcoal skin glowing faintly.

Aeloris sat near her, long green hair draped over her lap as she braided a vine that had grown from the floor itself.

Katherine, blonde hair and bloody eyes gleaming, was perched on the arm of a chair—smiling a little too sweetly as she watched the distant carnage.

Sylvie lay sprawled across a couch, white‑and‑green hair fanned out like a halo, idly flipping a coin that always landed on its edge.

They were the ones who had chosen to stay with Ash. And they were thoroughly entertained.

Madison clicked her tongue. "Look at those idiots. The twins are actually competing over who can kill more people."

Seraphiel sighed softly. "They’re not killing just anyone, dear. They’re... trying to impress those twin sisters over there.... just in a very aggressive manner."

Rune shook her head at their antics. "It’s all the same... more people will just end up dying in the end."

Aeloris smiled gently. "Ash did tell them to ’be themselves.’ And from what I know so far... Fighting is... well, themselves."

Across the realm, Kael and Caelan were indeed locked in a two‑on‑two brawl against two clans—one a race of obsidian‑skinned giants with molten veins, the other a group of winged serpentine humanoids.

Both clans were ’formidable’.... Yet both clans were also being used as props.

Aeloris tucked a strand of green hair behind her ear. "Has Vaeloria and Nia have already left the masque?"

Rune nodded. "Yes, those two were in a rush to get things done." She said, "I think Vaeloria mentioned heading to some faction of sword saints, right?"

"Right" Seraphiel replied. "And Nia she tagged along... now that I think about it. Ash didn’t really give her much to do."

"Well, she is the Goddess of Devouring Love.." Katherine muttered, "What could she possibly create for a cultivation verse?"

Sylvie flipped her coin again. "Whatever it is... I’m sure she will find a way to involve Master."

Aeloris giggled softly. "Thalion is still here, though."

They all turned to look.

Thalion—elegant, composed, wearing his single eyeglass—was dancing with a woman in a flowing silver gown.

He wasn’t flirting.

He wasn’t showing off.

He was simply... captivating her. Who would’ve thought that his movements would be graceful. It seemed as he learned more from Ash’s antics than the twins.

He spoke in a soft manner with the women as he impressed her with his intellect.

Sylvie sighed dramatically. "Oh, look at him go. Who knew he had it in him?"

Rune shrugged. "Tsk, He’s the God of Minds, for crying out loud. He doesn’t even need to try... he probably just stole some tricks from someone present."

"And Seris?" Katherine asked as she chuckled.

Madison rolled her eyes and spoke as she watched Diana summon her spear in the distance.

"Well, Ash told her to create a summoning dimension... so she’s going to ’find new beasts across all dimensions.’ Whatever that means."

"Hm... I think she means exactly what she says, my Goddess of Beast."

The voice came from directly beneath her.

Madison blinked— and suddenly she was no longer sitting on her cushion.

She was sitting in Ash’s lap.

There had been no ripple of space, no distortion, no warning.

One moment he wasn’t there. The next, he simply

was

.

His presence hit her like a tidal wave— of warmth, dominance, and intoxication. Madison’s bestial instincts surged instantly.

She twisted, grabbed his collar, and sank her teeth into the side of his neck with a low growl.

Ash didn’t flinch... he only smiled.

Madison licked the bite mark slowly, savoring him like a rare delicacy.

"Ugh, you taste so good," she murmured, against his neck.

Seraphiel chuckled softly. "Madison, dear, control yourself."

"Nope," Madison replied without looking away from Ash.

Aeloris, ever gentle, tilted her head, "So... where have you been, mister?"