Realm Lord
Chapter 121: The King (5)

Chapter 121: The King (5)

The silence that followed Kay’s brutal mutilation stretched like a taut wire ready to snap. Arthur, Aziel, and Lara stood transfixed by the horror of their companion’s fate, his armless form crumpled against the cracked wall like a discarded puppet. Dark blood continued to seep from his wounds, each drop marking the seconds of his fading life. The Ancient King stood amidst the carnage, his sun mask reflecting their shocked faces with cold indifference, as if the dismemberment of their ally was nothing more than swatting an annoying insect.

But it was precisely in this moment of despair that something fundamental shifted within the three remaining warriors. The sight of Kay’s broken body didn’t break their spirits—it ignited something deeper, something primal that had been waiting beneath the surface of their carefully controlled techniques and tactical formations.

Arthur’s shadow armor began to pulse with renewed intensity, the living darkness responding to the fury building within him. The shadows around his form deepened and spread, tendrils of pure night reaching out like grasping fingers. His shadow-wreathed blade hummed with energy as power flooded through him.

The Ancient King’s response was immediate—a lightning-fast strike aimed at Arthur’s heart. But this time, Arthur didn’t just parry the blow; he seemed to flow around it like liquid darkness. The king’s ancient blade passed through shadowy wisps where Arthur’s torso previously was, striking nothing but empty air.

Arthur’s counterattack came from an impossible angle, his shadow blade swinging down behind the king’s guard. The weapon found its mark, carving a deep gash across the ancient ruler’s back that sent ichor spraying across the throne room floor.

Aziel felt the shift in the battle’s momentum like electricity in his veins. Lightning crackled around his broken nose and split lip as he channeled power beyond his normal limits, his body becoming a conduit for forces that threatened to tear him apart from within. But he embraced the pain, let it fuel his determination as electrical energy coursed through every fiber of his being.

His spear became more than a weapon—it transformed into a lightning rod of pure destruction. Bolts of electricity arced from its point, not in random displays of power but in calculated strikes that forced the king to dodge and weave. Each near-miss left scorch marks on the marble floor and filled the air with the acrid scent of ozone.

"My turn to show you real speed," Aziel snarled through blood-stained teeth.

What happened next defied the eye’s ability to track. Aziel didn’t just move fast—he became speed itself, his lightning-enhanced form flickering in and out of visibility as he struck from multiple angles simultaneously. His spear found its mark again and again, each thrust infused with enough electrical energy to stop a man’s heart. The king’s ancient reflexes were suddenly insufficient to track the lightning-wreathed warrior’s assault.

Dark ichor flowed freely from a dozen wounds as Aziel’s relentless barrage continued. The Ancient King’s sun mask actually cracked from the electrical discharge of a particularly powerful strike, hairline fractures spreading across the golden surface like a spider web of defeat.

But it was Lara who delivered the most devastating blow of all.

Through her pain—her broken wrist throbbing with each heartbeat—she had been watching, learning, adapting. Her twin blades felt different in her hands now, no longer mere weapons but extensions of her will to survive, to protect what remained of her team.

As Aziel’s lightning overwhelmed his defenses, Lara struck with surgical precision. Both her blades found their marks simultaneously—one sliding between the king’s ribs to pierce his heart, the other punching through his back to sever his spine.

Lara’s broken wrist snapped back into alignment with an audible pop as bone and cartilage reconstructed themselves. Her earlier exhaustion vanished as energy flooded through her system. More importantly, she could feel the king’s strength diminishing with each passing second.

The Ancient King let out the first sound he had made since the battle began—a roar of fury and disbelief that shook the very foundations of the throne room. For the first time in millennia, he was experiencing something he had almost forgotten: mortality. The combination of Arthur’s shadow infused attacks, Aziel’s overwhelming assault, and Lara’s attack had created a perfect storm of destruction that even his ancient power couldn’t withstand indefinitely.

His movements became more desperate, less controlled. The precision of his earlier attacks devolved into wild swings as he tried to create space between himself and his tormentors. But the three remaining warriors had found their rhythm, their individual abilities combining into something greater than the sum of their parts.

Arthur’s shadows provided odd and elusive movement, allowing him to strike from impossible angles. Aziel’s lightning-enhanced speed kept the ancient ruler constantly off-balance, never allowing him a moment to recover or counterattack effectively. Lara’s twin blades continued their deadly work.

The tide of battle had turned so completely that what had seemed like inevitable defeat moments before now appeared to be approaching victory. The Ancient King, who had stood triumphant over Kay’s broken form, now found himself pressed back step by step toward his obsidian throne.

Dark ichor painted the marble floor in abstract patterns of defeat. The king’s sun mask, cracked and tarnished, no longer reflected their images with cold indifference but seemed to regard them with something approaching... fear? Could such an ancient being even remember what fear felt like?

Arthur’s shadow blade carved another deep wound across the king’s sword arm, causing the ancient weapon to dip slightly in his grip. Aziel’s spear punched through the ruler’s defenses once more, lightning crackling through the wound to cause internal damage beyond the physical. Lara’s twin blades found their marks again.

The Ancient King’s back pressed against the base of his throne, the obsidian stone cold against his wounds. For the first time since the battle began, he had nowhere left to retreat. His ancient sword, which had seemed impossibly swift and deadly when the fight started, now moved with merely supernatural rather than godlike speed.

The three warriors advanced in perfect synchronization, their breathing heavy but their eyes blazing with newfound confidence. Arthur’s shadow armor rippled with power, Aziel’s lightning danced in patterns of impending victory, and Lara’s twin blades hummed ready to deliver a final, decisive blow.

The battle that had seemed hopeless after Kay’s mutilation now balanced on a knife’s edge, with victory tantalizingly within their grasp. The Ancient King, pressed against his throne with nowhere left to run, raised his sword in what appeared to be a final, desperate defense.

The end, it seemed, was finally in sight.

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