The Last Paragon in the Apocalypse

Chapter 940: Grand Arcane Formation

[Bermuda Triangle – Hidden Fort]

Before the apocalypse, the Bermuda Triangle was a mystery nobody had been able to decipher.

It was a place nobody dared casually traverse in fear of being swallowed.

Many called it the doorway to hell, for apparently, it had swallowed many ships and planes that passed through or over it.

Some called it the maw of the Leviathan, for those who believed in ancient myths thought the abyssal Leviathan lived there and had been feeding on ships and planes that passed through.

Of course, to the scientist, it is claimed that a black hole is hidden beneath the sea, and the electromagnetic pull it exerts has formed that region, making it a dangerous place where traversing it is strongly advised against.

However, among the many theories that have been proposed and partially validated, none have explained why it appeared and what it meant. In a way, they all made assumptions and believed in it.

However, just because there was no true reason why that region appeared and what it stood for, doesn’t mean nobody knew.

In an undersea structure resembling a dome, a team of scientists, each equipped with futuristic technology, is actively scanning and picking readings in the region near the Bermuda Triangle.

Suddenly, a red beeping sound started sounding inside the research dome, prompting the scientist hidden within to start analysing the results.

It took just a minute for grim looks to appear on their faces.

“Dr. Shyra, the grand formation is breaking,” one brown, handsome scientist said, looking at the spikes in the reading on his monitor.

He looks human and possesses human features, but his eyes are those of a beast, specifically a panther.

Dr. Shyra, a slim beauty with thin glasses perched on her nose, appeared beside the young man, her attention so keen that she seemed not to want to miss anything.

With her golden eyes shining like a panther hidden beneath a bush under a moonlit night, waiting for their prey, she scrutinized the spikes and readings.

After a minute or two, she pressed the screen on the watch wrapped around her slender arms and spoke into it.

“This is Dr. Shyra Khen, badge number 8792, Mission report.”

A voice spoke from the other end, “Speak, Doctor.”

“Please report to the elder council. Let them know the Grand Arcane formation is breaking. Estimated time before complete breakdown: 43 days.

My team needs immediate extraction. Time before total annihilation, 24 hours.”

“What?” The voice sounded alarmed. He understood what was happening, but he was so shocked that he didn’t know what to do.

“Listen, whoever you are, tell the elder council the hidden race is breaking the formation, and if my team is not extracted within the next 24 hours, all data gathered over the years will be lost, and with it will be all 14 of us down here.

I don’t want to die, so better get on your ass and report now.”

The man nodded, as if he were being stared in the face. He pressed a button on his computer, and the next second, a Void stage warrior clad in leather armor entered the room.

The sword on his back looks futuristic and radiates an energy, the kind that makes it look deadly.

He waved his hand, and the room was sealed. Then he retrieved a device and pressed a button on it. A second later, a handsome face appeared in a holographic form.

“General Sahran Velk, the grand arcane formation is breaking. Dr. Shyra and her team require immediate extraction.”

With no response, the general turned off the call.

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[Zanbathu – Main City of the Bast Race – The King’s Fortress]

When the apocalypse descended, Earth formed into six unions. They were once the continents, but they later became unions. Then, a few years later, the ice in Antarctica shattered, and the ice-born appeared.

A couple of years later, the water people also appeared, believed to be the lost city said to have been swallowed by the sea thousands of years ago.

Then, recently, the moon-borns also appeared, and that was when people started to see that there is more to Earth than meets the eye.

Many started wondering when the next hidden race will appear.

At the moment, inside the most advanced city in the world, one that nobody on Earth, aside from one person, knew, a meeting to decide the fate of the whole Earth is underway.

Seated on a throne, built by the greatest minds the Bast race had to offer, is a man whose mere gaze can end the lives of many. His posture is calm, and the way he was even breathing made it seem as though he didn’t need it.

He held in his hand a screen showing an image of one person.

“Klaus Hanson, the strongest Earth has to offer,” he muttered, shaking his head.

Seated on another throne beside him is a beauty by her own standard. Just like the King, she is also of brown skin, but with a lighter shine to hers.

Her dark hair flew down her back, and judging by the air around her, she is no greenhouse flower.

She also held the same screen showing Klaus’s image.

Not far from there, standing, is a beauty that if Klaus or any Earthling were to see her, would immediately recognize.

Princess Eshira, the second-born in the royal family, is the greatest spy the Bast race has ever had. She also held the same screen with Klaus’s image on it. One hand was behind her, clenched into a fist.

Then, away from here, are seven elders, each holding an image of Klaus.

“My king, I think we should go ahead with our plan to take over the entire Earth. If the strongest on Earth is a mere Transcendent, then I think we have been wasting our time guarding the Grand Arcane formation for nothing.

They can’t even produce a decent warrior capable of fighting when it comes to it.”

“I think so too, my King,” another elder said.

Princess Eshira frowned, hearing them.

Of course, while she could use her status as princess to stop them, she was but a void stage expert while all seven elders were level Chaos stage warriors, and her father was already at the peak of the Chaos stage.

Doing so would be too disrespectful.

But she knew she had to do something to stop the king from making a decision. For years now, the Bast race had remained hidden from all.

Their role was one that was bestowed upon them years ago, and as a race endowed with natural talents and powerful warriors, they’d grown far beyond the imagination of Earth.

The role as bodyguards of Earth was starting to crumble. They wanted to become rulers, and as ambitious as they could be, they sent their best spy to gather information for them.

She came, spent years gathering information, and now that she presented her findings to the elders, they wanted to take over the whole Earth.

“Listen to me, Elders.” Princess Eshira started to speak because she knew she had to say something. “Instead of attacking them, why don’t you instead talk to them… I am sure you can come to understand Earth is in no way weak.”

All seven elders glared at her and were about to shut her down when the door to the hall swung open.

The elders wanted to shout at the person who interrupted their meeting. But when their eyes landed on the towering General Sahran Velk, they swallowed their words.

“We have a problem, my king. The Grand Arcane formation is breaking.”

The king stood up the next second, and with a swing, the void shattered, disappearing into it. The elders followed the next second with the last being General Sahran Velk, the Queen, and Princess Eshira.