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Chapter 713: Chapter 713 – The Queen of Pride Watches

If one were to ask where in Yunatea technology advanced the most rapidly, where immense power converged, and where the ruler’s authority was unrivaled and justice was enforced with unyielding precision, the answer would be clear:

The Central Continent, specifically the Kingdom of Calenvalis.

The throne room of the kingdom was a masterpiece of grandeur. Its polished white stone floor gleamed with intricate patterns, while towering pillars and walls shimmered with white and gold. Every detail radiated regal authority and unmatched luxury.

At the far end of the hall, seated upon the throne, was a woman of commanding presence. She wore a flowing gown of white silk, accented with simple yet elegant light gold armor that symbolized both grace and strength. Her long, silver hair cascaded down her back,

complementing her sharp, regal features.

This was no ordinary ruler. Her pointed ears marked her as an elf, but not just any elf. She was a High Elf, the mightiest among her kind-not only of High Elves but also of all elven races.

She was the Queen of Calenvalis, a figure renowned for her unmatched power, influence, and command.

She was a symbol of both fear and reverence, a paragon of authority whose reach extended far beyond the borders of her kingdom.

But her identity carried even more weight. She was the Ancestral Wielder of the Pride Champion, a title and legacy that marked her as the pinnacle of elven power and dominion.

“Your Majesty,” a player clad in gleaming gold heavy armor knelt before the throne, his voice steady but reverent.

Two others followed his example, lowering themselves in deference.

The High Elf Queen tilted her chin slightly, her silver hair catching the ambient light, but offered no response.

“A great war is unfolding in the Dissidia Kingdom,” the armored man continued, his gaze fixed on the floor. “Reports of the potential arrival of Named Demons have been confirmed.”

Still, the queen remained silent, her expression serene yet unreadable.

“At first, there were four Named Demons, all ranked in the 50s,” the man pressed on. “Then, a higher-ranked Named Demon appeared-ranking 36. The King of Dissidia fought this Named Demon.”

Her silence persisted, and the player continued. “In short, the king’s younger brother seems to be orchestrating yet another rebellion, this time with a far more brutal agenda. His plan appears to involve the Demon Bael.”

The mention of the name broke the queen’s stillness. Her lips parted slightly as she spoke in a calm tone, “Bael?”

“The defeated Bael dares to set his sights on Yunatea?” she murmured.

“Your Majesty…” the man continued, his tone quieter, almost hesitant. “It appears that the ritual failed. It also failed to summon Demon Bael to Yunatea.”

“Bael will not come to Yunatea so easily,” the queen replied.

The player fell silent, his gaze still cast downward.

“And… what, exactly, makes this news worth my interest?”

The player hesitated, his voice trembling slightly as he finally spoke. “This is… about the current wielder of the Greed Blessing…”

At those words, the queen’s expression shifted.

“You’ve found that child?” she asked.

***

Broken, in his weakened state had been saved by an unexpected figure-Maylock.

The archer had swooped in at the last possible moment, snatching Broken away just before Focalor could deliver a fatal blow. Now, the two of them retreated from the battlefield, Maylock running at full speed while Broken hung, too drained to argue. In his current state, staying in the fight wasn’t just dangerous-it was impossible.

But the battle raged on.

Without Broken, the team’s overall damage output plummeted. The remaining fighters, desperate to fill the void, pushed themselves to the brink. Close-range fighters and tanks stepped forward, forcing themselves into the frontline to hold the Named Demon back. Yet, the grim reality was clear: this strategy was unsustainable.

Among those who surged to the front was Booba, wielding his sword with ferocity. He attacked relentlessly, but even his might paled before Focalor’s overwhelming power. With a swift, effortless slash of Focalor’s hand, Booba’s form disintegrated.

Everyone swallowed hard, dread creeping into their hearts.

Focalor wasted no time, darting toward other frontliners. Skywarden barely had a chance to react before Focalor’s clawed hand pierced his chest clean through. Moments later, the demon surged forward again, his next strike cleanly severing Optimus’s head.

Both tanks disappeared from the battlefield, their absence a devastating blow.

Kingsley, in his massive bear form, roared and charged, his enormous paws slamming into the ground in a desperate attempt to corner Focalor. But before he could land a meaningful hit, a barrage of supermassive magical attacks rained down from above, smashing into the armored bear repeatedly. With a final, echoing roar, Kingsley, too, vanished.

One by one, the tanks were being eradicated. The frontline was crumbling fast.

This was no longer a fight for victory-it was becoming a fight for survival.

“Broken, I need to tell you something important.”

Broken struggled against Maylock’s grip as they reached a relatively safe area.

“Broken! Listen to me!” Maylock snapped, his voice firm as he clamped both hands onto Broken’s shoulders

“We need to do something!” Broken said. “Alora, Ivana, and the others—”

“Broken, listen to me!” Maylock interrupted.

“I still have one item I can use,” Broken said back.

“I know, I know!” Maylock replied quickly, tightening his hold. “But there’s something important you need to hear first. Just listen!”

“What’s that?”

“Look, we all know we have to win this war. You know it, I know it-everyone knows it. And I’m taking the responsibility to say what needs to be said right now,” Maylock stated firmly.

“Maylock, what are you saying?”

“Broken!” Maylock’s sharp voice cut through. “This is about the quest you received a long

time ago.”

“…The quest?”

“Yes,” Maylock continued. “The quest you got after clearing the Trial Domain in Wildwood Forest. The one given to you by King Elandorr-the first Ancestral Wielder of the Sloth

Champion.”

Broken fixed his gaze on Maylock, his expression tense. He had already explained many details to Elincia and Goldrich in the past, and the information had been passed along to Maylock as well. However, Broken hadn’t delved deeply into the topic again-especially since Maylock hadn’t logged in since the war at Deadbay City.

But the quest?

“This quest might be the key to changing the outcome of this war,” Maylock said.

With trembling hands, Broken opened his list of ongoing quests and his eyes landed on one in

particular.

[Deity Bane Quest II – The Dragon Princess’ Call]