Absolute Sovereignty
Chapter 41: The Crimson Harvest.

Chapter 41: The Crimson Harvest.

The dawn broke over the camp with a pale, watery light, casting long shadows across the trampled earth.

The Silent Guard moved with a quiet precision that belied their numbers, their armor clattering softly as they cinched straps and checked blades.

Horses snorted clouds of steam into the chill morning air, their hooves pawing the ground in restless anticipation.

Kaelen stood apart, his silhouette framed against the rising sun, his dark cloak billowing faintly in the wind. The glint of steel caught the light as he adjusted the sword at his hip, his movements deliberate, mechanical.

His face was a mask of cold determination, his eyes fixed on some distant point beyond the horizon.

The march to Silverstream began as the sun crested the treeline, painting the world in hues of gold and gray.

The Silent Guard fell into step behind Kaelen stead, their movements synchronized, a dark tide flowing over the rolling hills.

The landscape shifted as they moved south—open fields gave way to dense pine forests, the air thick with the scent of resin and damp earth.

The wind carried the rustling of leaves and the distant, mournful cries of birds, a chorus that seemed to herald their approach.

Kaelen rode at the head of the column, his posture rigid, his mind a storm of calculation and resolve.

The Silent Guard followed without question, their loyalty absolute, their senses sharpened by the strange, otherworldly power that now coursed through them.

Their eyes glowed faintly, a pale, unnatural sheen that marked them as something more than human. They were his instruments, his will made flesh, and today they would carve his path deeper into the heart of Caldris.

Silverstream ever remained in a valley bordered by thick woods, a province stained by the Crimson Hand’s lawless grip.

As the Silent Guard crested the final ridge, the forest parted to reveal the outskirts—a scattering of ramshackle huts and muddy tracks, the air heavy with the tang of smoke and decay.

Kaelen raised a hand, and the column halted as one, their silence more oppressive than any war cry. Ahead, near the edge of the trees where he had once met them under different terms, stood Red and a ragged host of Crimson Hand fighters.

There were many dozens of them, far more than Kaelen had expected, their mismatched armor and weapons glinting dully in the overcast light.

Red himself stood at the fore, his stance guarded, his expression stripped of the easy grin Kaelen remembered.

This was no parley. This was a stand.

The contrast between the two forces was stark. The Silent Guard were like shadows given form, their dark plate armor absorbing the light, their glowing eyes fixed on their prey.

They moved as a single entity, a machine of war honed to perfection.

The Crimson Hand, by comparison, were a rag tag crew—scarred and weathered, their cloaks stained with dirt and blood, their faces a mix of defiance and unease.

They gripped axes, swords, and spears with white-knuckled hands, their numbers bolstered but their discipline fraying at the sims. Red’s eyes met Kaelen’s, and for a moment, the world seemed to hold its breath.

Kaelen dismounted with a slow, deliberate grace, his boots sinking into the soft earth.

The Silent Guard fanned out around him, their movements fluid and silent, forming a crescent of steel and menace.

The air boiled with tension, the quiet so profound it roared in the ears.

Red stepped forward, his hand resting on the hilt of his blade, his jaw tight. "You’ve come back a long way, Princeling," he said, his voice rough but steady. "Brought your new dogs with you, I see."

Kaelen’s gaze remained unyielding as Red continued, his voice a low, measured drawl. "I received your gift at the Golden Barrel. A bold gesture."

Red’s lip twitched, a flicker of anger breaking through his composure. "Well I’ve come today bearing a gift of my own, and an answer to your proposal."

Kaelen tilted his head slightly, as if considering the words, though his eyes betrayed no hint of surprise.

"Answer," he repeated, the word dripping with faint mockery. "I no longer need it. I’ve made my decision, Red. Your response is irrelevant."

The abruptness of it—the dismissal—hit Red like a slap. His eyes narrowed, his hand tightening on his sword. "You arrogant bastard," he growled. "You think you can toy with us?"

Kaelen said nothing, his silence a blade of its own.

The Voidwell’s whispers surged in his skull, a chorus of hunger and command, drowning out the flicker of doubt that might have once lingered.

Then, with a single, chilling command, he shattered the stillness. "Slaughter the lot of them."

The words fell like a hammer on an anvil, flat and final, devoid of rage or relish.

The Silent Guard surged forward as one, a black wave crashing against the Crimson Hand’s ragged line.

Kaelen drew his sword in a single fluid motion and stepped into the fray, his movements precise, lethal, a reaper among the chaff.

The whispers roared now, a deafening tide that drowned out the world, feeding on the chaos, fueling his corruption.

With every step, he felt the Voidwell’s grip tighten, its power flooding his veins. Control—his desperate pursuit—slipped further from his grasp, replaced by something darker, something vast.

Then,

Steel met steel in a cacophony of violence.

The Silent Guard carved through the Crimson Hand with ruthless efficiency, their glowing eyes unblinking, their strikes unrelenting.

A man screamed as a spear punched through his chest, another fell clutching the ruin of his throat.

Blood sprayed across the muddy ground, staining the earth a deep, glistening crimson. Red roared a challenge, swinging his blade at Kaelen, but the strike was met with a parry so swift it seemed effortless.

Kaelen’s riposte was a blur, a slash that opened Red’s arm from elbow to wrist. The man staggered, cursing, but Kaelen pressed forward, his face a mask of cold intent.

The Crimson Hand fought with the desperation of cornered beasts, their numbers giving them weight but no edge.

It was becoming a massacre.

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