CHAPTER 551: THREE MASSIVE SPECTRAL WOLVES

"Yes, I evolved on purpose!" Elira said seriously, her eyes locked on Ethan’s. "My Lord, I’ve had the power to ascend for a while now—I was just holding off to stabilize my foundation. But now? There’s no point in waiting. If we kill him... I can absorb his Primordial Force and fully step into the 15-Tier realm. I’m counting on all of you!"

Ethan gave a sharp nod. "Then let’s move fast—before anything goes wrong."

Without wasting another second, he launched into action. Seraphina and Feylora followed immediately, surrounding the Primordial Venom Crocodile and unleashing a coordinated assault.

It didn’t take long.

With a thunderous boom, the massive crocodile exploded in a burst of energy, its body torn apart by their combined might.

As the dust settled, Elira turned to Ethan, her gaze clear—she wanted the Primordial Force.

Ethan met her eyes and nodded. "Go for it."

"Thank you, My Lord," she said, bowing her head slightly before stepping forward. She reached out, and the swirling essence of the crocodile’s Primordial Force surged into her, forming a radiant orb of light that wrapped around her body.

She began to evolve—truly evolve.

Ethan and the others watched in awe.

"Fifteen Tier..." he murmured.

Elira had always been the strongest among his heroes, already at the peak of 14-Tier SSS. He’d always wondered what lay beyond that level. Now, not only had they encountered it—they’d broken through it.

A 15-Tier S-Class Hero.

That meant Emerald Castle’s top-tier combat power had just taken a serious leap forward.

Their luck today was off the charts.

But then, something clicked in Ethan’s mind. His eyes narrowed slightly as a thought surfaced.

"If there’s a 15-Tier Crimson Ultimate Hero here... then there must be others out there too, right?" he muttered.

"We’ll need to be a lot more careful moving forward..."

WMMM—

A pulse of light flared, and Elira reappeared, her aura now completely transformed. The power rolling off her was undeniable—sharper, heavier, more refined.

This was 15-Tier.

The real deal.

"Elira, congratulations," Ethan said with a smile.

"Thank you, My Lord," she replied, bowing respectfully.

After a pause, she added, "I can sense it now... traces of other 15-Tier beings in this area."

Ethan blinked. "Wait, you mean there are more 15-Tier Crimson Ultimate Heroes nearby?"

"It’s possible," Elira said, her tone steady.

Ethan hesitated, then asked the question on everyone’s mind. "Can we handle them?"

"Killing them might be tough," Elira admitted without hesitation. "But surviving? That won’t be a problem. I’ve just stepped into 15-Tier—I’m not at full potential yet. But I can hold my own."

"Alright, good to know." Ethan nodded, then shook his head with a wry smile. "Still, we should keep exploring. I doubt there are that many 15-Tier monsters out there... and it’s not like they’re gonna team up or anything."

"So even if we run into one, it’s manageable. Unless—wait, what the hell?"

His expression suddenly shifted.

He’d just received a distress signal.

From Namyanna.

"Something wrong, My Lord?" Seraphina asked, noticing the change in his face.

"I just got a distress call from Namyanna. Did any of you get it too?" Ethan asked, brows furrowed.

"I did," Elira said, her eyes flashing. She raised her hand, and a stream of sea-blue energy flowed from her palm, stretching out in a specific direction.

"It’s coming from over there. Namyanna’s in trouble."

"Then let’s move!" Ethan’s voice hardened. "We can’t waste any time."

"Yes, My Lord!"

"Let’s go!"

...

At that very moment—

Namyanna stood in the middle of a desolate, wind-swept canyon, the jagged cliffs around her casting long, ominous shadows.

Behind her, only a few dozen of her troops remained.

The rest... were already dead.

Slaughtered.

And standing before her—

Were three massive spectral wolves, each one radiating the unmistakable aura of an SSS-tier Crimson Ultimate Hero.

They weren’t just strong.

They were terrifying.

Their bodies shimmered with a ghostly, incorporeal glow, as if they weren’t fully part of this world. Their power was strange—ethereal. Any force that came into contact with them was rapidly broken down, unraveled at the molecular level.

Even for someone like Namyanna, who was herself an SSS-tier Crimson Ultimate Hero, this was a nightmare.

She was strong—no doubt about that.

But 1v3?

Not a chance.

"Foreign intruder," one of the wolves growled, its voice cold and guttural, echoing through the canyon like a death sentence. "Our patience is wearing thin. I’ll ask one last time—will you submit? Swear loyalty to us, and we’ll spare your life. Refuse... and we’ll tear you apart."

"ROAR!"

The wolf’s eyes gleamed with a strange hunger.

They didn’t just want to kill her.

They wanted to claim her.

And honestly, it made sense. Namyanna wasn’t just some random opponent—she was a powerhouse. Killing her would be a waste. If they could bring her under their control, she’d be a valuable asset.

But Namyanna’s response was ice-cold.

"In your dreams," she spat.

No hesitation. No fear.

Just defiance.

"...Fine," the second wolf snarled, its voice laced with fury. "Very well. If that’s your choice, then we’ll grant your death wish."

"Kill her!"

ROOOOAR!

A surge of devastating magical energy erupted from the wolf’s mouth, forming a beam of pure annihilation—Nethora Flash, a spell designed to erase everything it touched.

It shot straight at Namyanna.

She gritted her teeth and countered with everything she had, summoning a tidal wave of water magic to clash against the incoming blast.

But this wasn’t the ocean.

This was dry land.

Her domain was the sea—here, she was at a disadvantage.

And it showed.

The battle was brutal.

She fought like hell, but the damage piled up fast. Cuts, burns, bruises—her body was breaking down.

And the wolves saw it.

They smelled blood.

They moved in for the kill.

ROAR!

ROAR!

ROAR!

In perfect sync, the three wolves unleashed their ultimate attack.

Three beams of ghostly, void-infused energy tore through the air, merging into a single, cataclysmic blast.

The sky darkened.

The earth cracked.

Reality itself seemed to warp as the attack ripped open the fabric of space, forming jagged rifts that screamed with chaotic energy.

The blast surged toward Namyanna like a divine execution.

She stared at it, frozen.

"...This is it," she whispered.

There was no way she could survive that.

Not here. Not now.

She was outmatched, outnumbered, and out of time.

And if she fell—

The soldiers behind her, the last of her unit...

They were already broken.

They had no hope left.

...