Chapter 235
It was a world where cosmic winter raged, swept by the chill of the apocalypse.
Over that very world, the Shadow Lord raised its head.
The bubbles floating around the Immortal Artisan Frederick were being swallowed one by one into the cold. Before long, only a single scene remained within the bubbles contained within the Immortal Artisan’s magic tome, 『Bubbles of the Apocalypse』.
A universe frozen in ice.
“The world shall end in ice. Ah, how true those words are.”
Seeing that, the Immortal Craftsman finally spoke. It was nothing like the bewilderment he had shown just moments before.
“Forgive me, child who claims the title of Shadow Lord.”
“What do you mean?”
“When you seized what I possessed and declared yourself Shadow Lord, I thought you were merely a usurper.”
“……”
“But you have the right. The right to stand against me for the throne of the shadows, just as I do.”
Was he about to surrender? But no.
“As an adversary worthy of being defeated with all my strength, I offer you my sincere respect.”
Once more, tentacles writhed beneath the Immortal’s feet, and bubbles bubbled up above them.
True to its name, ‘Bubbles of the Apocalypse,’ each bubble contained a landscape of worlds that had perished after the end.
Without exception, they were worlds that had ended in ice, facing the universe’s winter.
Pop!
Simultaneously, the bubbles burst, spilling forth the ‘end of the world’ contained within. The cold of the apocalypse poured forth like a flood, seeking to submerge Dale’s existence, and against it, Dale stretched out his arm.
