The world was enveloped in unnatural darkness, and the horrifying screams of the spectators made it even more bone-chilling.

Above the ceremonial stage, the Demonic Patriarch (a grotesque, gargantuan shadow) was momentarily intercepted by the Righteous Faction's Elders.

​Recognizing the immediate, existential threat to the city and the delegation, Patriarch Dimidium of the White Lotus acted instantly. His form glowed with incandescent light as he slammed his hands down.

​"Heavenly White Lotus Barrier!" he roared, casting a massive Barrier of Light that expanded rapidly, seeking to protect the millions of ordinary citizens still trapped in the Colosseum.

​"Honorable Saintesses, please enter at once!" Dimidium roared with urgency.

"We cannot let these fiends sully our holy ground!"

​The remaining Patriarchs and Elders launched themselves into the twilight sky to meet the giant Demonic presence, buying precious seconds for the Saintesses to escape through the portal.

​

​Just as the Saintesses prepared to dive into the rift, a chilling, mocking laughter echoed, cutting through the desperate cries of the combatants.

​"HHEHEHE...."

​From the enormous, grotesque creature above, a figure detached and floated downward with lethal grace.

He was an extraordinarily handsome man with flowing blood-red hair and a stunning black robe embroidered with complex, demonic symbols. On his chest, the chilling mark of his identity was clearly visible: a ferocious, skeletal Red Crown.

​The sight of this man caused panic to seize even the top cultivators.

​"I-it's Blood Monarch! We are doomed!" an Elder screamed, his voice shaking with despair and recognition.

​The Blood Monarch was a name for terror and absolute destruction on the continent.

That same terror had personally led this ambush. Meaning something very important was in the secret realm.

The Blood Monarch stopped his descent just above the gathered Saintesses, his gaze sweeping over the seven figures (six Saintesses and the Lilith dummy) with cruel satisfaction.

​"You thought you could slip away with your little prize?" the Blood Monarch's voice was deep and melodious.

But his eyes, glowing with malevolent crimson light, suddenly shifted toward Vahn.

​

Vahn, watching the Blood Monarch standing mere inches from the Saintesses, felt a wave of icy dread wash over him.

He prepared himself for the confrontation, expecting the Demonic Patriarch to either seize the Gate or attack the Saintesses.

However, the next words coming from the Blood Monarch's blood-red lips completely shattered Vahn's apprehension and sent a shockwave through the entire Colosseum.

After bowinng into one knee on the ground with a gesture of deep, chilling respect, he spoke directly to Vahn,

"Young Lord, your little game of hide and seek ends here. The Lord has summoned you back."

Seeing this shocking scene, a single explosive word echoed across the deadly silent ceremonial stage: "What!"

Instantly, everyone's minds went haywire. The millions of spectators, the powerful Elders, and the Saintesses themselves were paralyzed by disbelief.

Suspicious murmurs rippled through the crowd:

"So the Blood Monarch is here to take Damien Infernos away? But why is he calling him 'Young Lord'?"

"Heavens! Don't tell us we all were fooled all along..."

The entire Colosseum instantly erupted with faces of disbelief and shock. The whispers, laced with sudden doubt and betrayal, unsettled even the most seasoned Elders and Patriarchs.

Patriarch Dimidium, the most deeply invested in Vahn's new identity, instinctively defended him. Dimidium roared up at the demonic figure, looking protective and utterly confused.

"What trickery is this, Blood Monarch? He is Damien Infernos, a disciple of the White Lotus! Not your so-called Young Lord!"

The handsome man in black robes threw back his head and laughed:

HAHAHAHA

It was A long, cold, mocking sound that resonated with contempt.

"Oh, what a fool you're, " the Blood Monarch said, straightening with a smirk. "To think such ignorance could come from the Patriarch of the White Lotus himself. Though, I suppose I shouldn't judge too harshly. Even I required time to uncover his true identity…"

"He is Vahn Necrotis, the last heir to the Necrotic Lineage... The same boy whom you all, righteous dogs, used as a mere resource until now."

The six Patriarchs and Matriarchs of the Holy Lands, including Patriarch Dimidium and Xion Astoria were struck by genuine, agonizing shock. They had spent weeks scouring the continent for the Devil's Child, only to learn he was disguised as their own prized hero.

"This is ridiculous!" Dimidium spat, his eyes darting between the Blood Monarch and Vahn. "He was hiding right under our noses all along while we scoured the whole Continent?"

"Just what kind of Art did he use?" Xion Astoria muttered with wonder. "To think it could deceive the Supreme Elders as well. His disguise was flawless!"

The Saintesses, standing closest to the revelation, displayed a spectrum of reactions:

Aria and Evelina were rigid with disbelief, betrayed by the deception of the "loyal disciple."

Valeria became instantly curious, a predatory smile touching her lips as she realized the true depth of the game she had been playing.

Flama's eyes finally brightened with chilling realization. The sudden, chaotic power surge in her core was undoubtedly linked to the "Devil's Child."

Seraphin, however, seemed entirely unbothered by the revelation. But a fierce, protective aura suddenly radiated from her, signaling her stance to protect her husband, regardless of his name or lineage.

Vahn, the subject of this continental reveal, looked terrifyingly calm. He had anticipated this day since the moment he set foot in the Righteous Faction.

The Blood Monarch turned his crimson gaze directly onto Vahn, a look of paternal pride mixed with sheer malice.

"Young Lord, why don't you let the world see your true face?" the Monarch smirked. "It would be more fun, won't it? Let them, the righteous faction, learn how utterly useless they are in front of your extraordinary Talent... Let them know fear... Let them show despair. Shed this pathetic mask!"

Everyone's eyes turned toward Vahn in an instant. They really wanted to confirm everything that was revealed by the Blood Monarch.

​Vahn, who was under everyone's scrutiny, exhaled a tired sigh.

​He finally spoke,

​"This wasn't part of the plan, but since it has come to this... Let me show you the face that will end your reign."

​With that, he finally peeled off Damien's face and aura.

​And the world finally got to see the face of the Devil's Child.

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