Here is the English translation for Chapter 163, formatted with clean syntax, polished grammar, and an engaging narrative style tailored for Western fantasy readers, keeping Barsha's identity consistent as a female squad leader:

163. Jonas and the Vision of the Future

The massive concentration of dark magic Gayatri had detected originated from dark army detachments unsealing their hidden bastions inside the Second World. Breaking through the spatial veil, these vast legions were assembling on open terrain across the five continents, standing in formation as they awaited further directives from Lord Demon Shura.

To transport these forces to their designated battlegrounds, the Demon Lord prepared to dispatch a specialized division—high-tier dark practitioners who mastered spatial manipulation and long-range teleportation.

These specialized operatives had dedicated their cultivation entirely to bending dimensional coordinates, capable of opening massive teleportation gateways without relying on physical artifacts. By combining their spatial comprehension, they could fold space at will.

Forming a specialized corps of one hundred spatial masters, they possessed the unique capability to transport entire legions across continents. Operating in synchronized formations of at least twenty practitioners, they could tear open massive spatial gateways capable of moving tens of thousands of troops simultaneously.

The larger the formation of spatial masters, the wider the dimensional gateway they could construct, allowing them to relocate massive armies in a single breath.

Lord Demon Shura had meticulously prepared every detail for this global invasion. To ascend as the absolute sovereign of all five continents, he had constructed an unprecedented military infrastructure. His ultimate ambition was to reign as the supreme monarch, forcing the realm into a forced, absolute peace beneath his throne.

That was Shura’s grand vision, and the 10 Annihilation Demons understood it completely. They stood ready to lay down their lives to realize his design, believing that absolute subjugation was the sole path to ending world conflict.

Peace, in their doctrine, could only be achieved through absolute conquest—forcing all mortals to surrender unconditionally, recognize Shura’s absolute authority, and submit to his mandate.

Under his absolute rule, fear of swift retribution would eradicate crime and dissent entirely, leaving behind a tranquil, ordered world.

This was the energetic resonance Gayatri had sensed across the continents—the sudden emergence of the 10 Annihilation Demons and their respective legions exiting the Second World. Re-assembling on the physical plane, the dark armies stood waiting for Shura’s spatial masters to open the gateways for their initial strike.

The warlords knew from past campaigns that Shura customarily granted a two-day mobilization window upon issuing a call to arms, allowing his commanders time to organize their sub-commands and maximize their battle readiness.

Expecting the standard two-day preparation period, the dark legions waited in open formation. It was during this unsealing process that their dark magic had spilled into the atmospheric channels, catching Gayatri’s sensory domain. Yet the dark cultists remained completely unaware that a young spellcaster within the Sky Squad possessed the perception to detect their signatures through the spatial veil.

On the Denad continent, a massive legion commanded jointly by Jonas and Marie had completed its exit from the Second World. Their combined force numbered an astounding two hundred thousand dark operatives.

Assembled in open formation, the vast legion awaited the arrival of Shura’s spatial masters. Denad had served as their hidden sanctuary for two decades, and now, fully mobilized, they stood ready to march against the righteous alliance.

Inside their grand command marquee, Jonas and Marie rested in quiet isolation. They allowed no attendants or honor guards inside, treasuring their private moments above all else. Only an urgent matter—such as the arrival of Shura’s spatial masters—was permitted to interrupt them.

They sat side by side, exchanging soft smiles. In truth, neither Jonas nor Marie harbored any personal ambition regarding global conquest or Shura’s rise to absolute power. Though both had originally joined the dark army out of resentment toward the corrupt justice of orthodox sects, their perspectives had transformed over time.

They had found the true meaning of existence in each other. Their world was complete so long as they stood together. Their participation in this final campaign was driven solely by a desire to settle their debt of gratitude to the Demon Lord.

For a true warrior—even one walking the dark path—breaking an oath of loyalty was an unthinkable dishonor. Regardless of the outcome, they would stand by Shura until the end.

"My love... when do you think the spatial masters will arrive?" Marie asked softly, turning to Jonas. She was well aware of his intuitive foresight and his ability to catch glimpses of future timelines.

Jonas remained quiet, a troubling anomaly haunting his mind. His premonitions regarding this campaign felt wildly inconsistent, filled with nonsensical, fragmented visions that forced their way into his consciousness. In several future timelines, Shura failed to appear on the battlefield alongside the 10 Annihilation Demons altogether, as if he had vanished into thin air.

In other, far darker visions, Shura unveiled a hidden, sinister power—deploying a specialized armament to harvest the souls of the fallen, reanimating them as mindless thralls stripped of free will.

Why would the Demon Lord vanish mid-battle, leaving his supreme warlords to fight the righteous alliance alone? What hidden strategy was he preparing?

It makes no sense!

Jonas tried to rationalize the visions, knowing that future premonitions were inherently volatile and prone to misinterpretation. Peer into future timelines consumed enormous volumes of his internal aura, subjecting his vessel to excruciating mental pressure that felt as though his soul were being torn apart.

Yet historically, Jonas’s premonitions had proven terrifyingly accurate.

He could not easily dismiss the visions, no matter how disturbing they appeared.

Twenty years ago, before he had grown close to Marie, Jonas had received a similar premonition prior to the planned global invasion. In that vision, he had foreseen Shura sustaining severe injuries, forcing the 10 Annihilation Demons to cancel their march and retreat back into the Second World.

At the time, he had doubted the validity of the vision. Yet history had unfolded exactly as foreseen: before the warlords could unite their legions, the Three Legends had launched a surprise assault on Shura’s primary sanctuary while he was synthesizing the Blood Supreme, dealing a catastrophic blow to the dark army.

That event had cemented Jonas’s faith in his foresight. Over the subsequent two decades of hibernation, he had systematically honed his spatial perception, growing closer to Marie after they were assigned to command the Denad vanguard together.

Over those twenty years, their bond had deepened into an absolute, inseparable love. Alongside refining his premonitions and sharing his visions with Marie, the two had spent decades perfecting their dual-cultivation techniques, forging a synchronized combat style that merged their distinct specializations.

Through relentless sparring, they had developed devastating combination arts. When fighting side by side, their merged output multiplied exponentially. They had once invited five fellow Annihilation Demons to engage them in a joint sparring match to test their synergy.

The result had stunned the dark command: fighting as a unified pair, Jonas and Marie had held their ground against five supreme warlords simultaneously. Yet they both understood that their absolute defense relied entirely on their proximity; if separated on the battlefield, their individual parameters reverted to standard levels.

The other Annihilation Demons had marveled at their combined output, teasing them as the most devoted couple in the realm. Whether intended as praise or mockery, Jonas and Marie cherished the recognition of their absolute bond.

Their sole ambition in this war was to survive together. They viewed the campaign merely as a final duty to Shura, harboring no desire for land, status, or political authority in the new world.

So long as they remained side by side, their happiness was absolute. Even their sub-commanders recognized that their two leaders operated like inseparable poles of a single magnet.

"You are lost in thought again, my love," Marie noted, leaning in to look into his eyes. "You are definitely hiding something from me." She had noticed a subtle shift in his aura ever since Shura’s mobilization order had arrived.

Her suspicion deepened, wondering if another grim vision of the future was weighing on his mind.

"Is it another premonition?" Marie pressed gently.

Jonas hesitated, caught off guard by her persistence. He realized his frequent distractions had failed to escape her sharp perception.

"No... it is nothing to worry about, my love," Jonas replied, forcing a gentle smile. "I foresee the spatial masters arriving tomorrow to open the gateways for our legion. Shura requires our strength, and the sooner this war concludes, the sooner we can retire from the world together without further disruption."

By "disruption," he meant that once Shura achieved global dominion, their debt would be paid, allowing them to withdraw into complete isolation for eternity.

"Those spatial masters will not be meeting with you two, Annihilation Demons."

A calm voice echoed from above!

Jonas and Marie snapped their heads up in shock. Perched casually on one of the high support beams of their grand marquee sat a figure—a young man looking down at them. Neither Jonas nor Marie had detected his presence, despite their high-tier sensory domains.

Jonas stood up instantly, his aura flaring as he demanded, "Who are you?!"