Ascension of the Nephilim

The army of Midland men and creatures marched and formed ranks. It was a grand army that was formed to have the capacity to conquer kingdoms.

Champions and Commanders marched out, leading their troops while Cardinals led the way.

At the forefront of this army were the Crowns tasked to lead the group.

They marched off towards the Black Bog Kingdom to wage war. The crowds cheered as this army moved out. The Black Bog Kingdom was a scourge of corruption and evil that allowed criminals to take refuge. While it was a lawless land, many angry victims wanted this country gone so that justice would finally happen.

It was a great cause that received the votes and support of many other kingdoms. However, the revelation of Commander Tyrs of secret treacheries involved this land, and many agreed that it was cancer that needed to be removed.

Breveros watched from his high tower as the army left. He stood, and his figure could be seen from the town below.

Unknown to him, a group of people was watching the parade. They stood in the shadows of the alleys but were unnoticed.

The power of Mysterion and Oblivion was moving about.

Nightwing and a small team watched the parade and observed the tall tower to see the new leaders of the Kingdom.

They had gathered information and ascertained that the Eldrich had taken over.

After learning that Eldrich had marshaled an army to attack the Black Bog Kingdom, Nightwing knew the purpose was to kill him.

"They took the bait... We now have the perfect opportunity to enter that tower!" Nightwing smiled.

"You knew this would happen?" Monica asked at the side.

"An Incubus is a fearful thing. I caused you even to attack your allies, remember? I expected movement. But this Eldrich is cautious. Very cautious. There is a strange power around him. The monsters he fed on that tower was not just food or nourishment. He is fighting some sort of disease or curse. My bet is that he is cursed since the powers of Destiny are slightly distorted."

"He's unlucky." A man next to Nightwing answered.

The man had a strange golden glow emitting out of him and stood next to Krysta.

This man was a master of strategy and was renowned in the Midlands for his daring resolve to even attack the Highlands in one skirmish during the forming years of the Uninvolved Lands.

Kilian Sword Saint, the Sword Strategem, was Krysta's father.

"Luck?"

"I've met them on my battlefield. This person bears the exact opposite of my old rival in the wars back then. He had the power of luck. But since that Eldrich has a curse, I sensed that luck was working everywhere against him. So he has bad luck."

"Why would someone curse him with bad luck? Eldrich should have close ties to the Fallens!" Nightwing frowned.

"Ikarod. Have your men figured out the name of this elusive Eldrich?"

"Not yet. But my eagles are all poised with their eyes set on a target who has met the man. They will ambush him and find the name, oh mighty one."

"Heh. Mighty one. Is that what you're calling me? Well, this mighty one will need all the help he needs to defeat this cautious Eldrich. And not just him. He has a few Crowns hiding in that fort." Nightwing smiled.

"How strong are they?" Krysta asked.

"Several Crowns are present in that army. A few more are left to guard the forts. But one leading this army and two others who remained to guard the fort are probably High Crowns!"

"A High Crown?" Monica asked.

"Crowns that can challenge Conquerors. In most cases, High Crowns become Conquerors within a decade." Krysta sighed.

"So they are strong." Sherah frowned.

"I have a High Crown potential," Angelian added.

The group glanced at Angelian. The girls have all seen the extent of her power and fear her.

"This is why my strength, defense, and speed stats reach up to two-hundred points compared to those at my level," Angelian revealed.

"This is quite troublesome. Master... You said 'probably.' Does this means that you cannot tell if they are strong Crowns or are those who have proven to be High Crowns?" Arnold the Gigantes asked.

"No. I'm sure that they are High Crowns. But the leader in that tower... His power levels are hidden. So I can't tell if that person is a High Crown or if the stats of this person would have three to four hundred points higher than the regular cultivator!"

"You can't mean...!" Angelian was shocked.

"That's right. That Eldirch probably has Victor's Crown potential!"

"A Victors Crown?!" Ikarod exclaimed.

"How strong will that be?" Monica asked again. But this time, there was fear in her voice.

"If a cultivator uses all forceful means to increase their power and levels even when they are way out of the potential that their body, talent, and innate physique gives them and reaches Crown, these people generally have around 520 points in the strength stat or around 400 in his magic. Those considered Genius with a Crown potential would have around 600 points in strength and 500 in magic. High Crowns will have up to 700 and 600 points, respectively. Angelian's peak strength right now could reach 500 points even as a Cardinal. That would allow him to clash with the Antibodies barely. But it would be no contest if that Eldrich is a Victor's Crown. His stats would be several hundred higher!" Nightwing explained.

"Get back!" Nightwing took a step back and used the darkness of Kyriachos to separate them.

"What a cautious man... Was this Destiny's plan? He cursed this Eldirch to make him strong? That feels like Fate's doing!"

Up the tower, Breveros glanced at the area where he sensed something.

"My paranoia is back. There's clearly nothing there... Of all the times to fight an Incubus, this curse would resurface again now! Bad luck follows me... Now even I'm not sure if this army is enough! It's annoying to fight an Incubus..." Breveros sighed.

Behind him were decaying beasts and monsters that were hunted nearby and were feeding him with death energy. He had fought Crowns in the past week to establish his position, and as a Dark Dependent, he needed more death energy to recover his used-up powers.

As the dark energy entered him, Breveros activated his magic that allowed him to quantify and add his strength through a magical interface known as the Stat Board.

The Stat Board, which was visible only to him, appeared.

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Breveros Hiwind

Race: Eldrich

Age: 186

Level: 63

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Corruption:

Greater Blessing of Thanatou

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Strength- 813

Magic- 881

Dexterity- 856

Vitality- 842

Intelligence- 591

Force- 523

Fallen Source- 421

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Active curses:

Curse of Desidamonia

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Breveros frowned as he watched his stats. It had been silent and wouldn't usually appear, but the curse had surfaced again.

"Desidamonia... Just which Fallen is this? But at least now, I know the name!" Breveros clenched his fist..

"If this curse surfaces now, my plans have bad luck all over them. What do I do? Will this attack fail? Is there an assassination attempt?" Breveros began to ponder and worry.

Breveros suddenly took out a special message talisman that could reach the distant borders of the Black Bog Kingdom.

"Anything suspicious to report? Is the incubus still there?" Breveros asked.

"My Lord. The teams of the kingdoms that had scouted the land with us have reported having entire patrols vanishing mysteriously. Also... we found a strange hut where an altar to Cracky Batcheeks is engraved!"

"Cracky Batcheeks? Is he really the incubus, is he taking advantage of the chaos and is challenging the incubus, or are they working together?" Breveros began to second-think everything he thought he had ascertained.

As he continued to ponder, Nightwing's team had already begun to enter the tower where Breveros stayed.