Revenge: A Path of Destruction
Chapter 106: Final Clash (3)

Chapter 106: Final Clash (3)

Khepri stood still atop the stone shoulder of the archer-giant, his golden robe fluttering slightly in the dusty wind stirred by the chaos below. His gaze remained fixed on the battlefield, watching with an unreadable expression as the spear-wielder collapsed in a cascade of crumbling stone, its core obliterated by that boy’s unnatural precision.

A deep, slow breath escaped his lips.

He could hardly claim surprise at the inevitable downfall of the giants. In truth, he recognized that the boy was no ordinary, reckless youth wielding a vengeance-soaked blade. There was a fierce, calculating intelligence behind the boy’s eyes, a meticulous awareness that encompassed everything around him. He had anticipated this moment, had even braced himself for the loss of one or two giants in the fray. But this? This swift, clean decimation was beyond anything he had envisioned.

What struck him most was the sight of the boy, appearing almost unscathed amid the chaos. His sharp gaze narrowed as he took in the scene before him. The only significant injury Alex had suffered came from the archer-giant’s initial assault—a shot that had been expertly deflected, leaving behind only a suggestion of harm.

The charred skin and the minor trickle of blood? Mere remnants, as already the boy’s body was rapidly mending itself, with the help of the suit. Now, he moved with a fluidity and speed reminiscent of the first moments of battle, each motion a testament to his resilience and skill."The boy his starting to annoy me," Khepri murmured under his breath, more to himself than anyone else.

Below, the battle had escalated.

Alex darted between titans, lightning trailing behind him like the tail of a wrathful comet. He was already trading blows with the greatsword-wielding giant, whose massive cleaver-like blade was easily the length of a tower. The force behind each swing could fell a forest, yet Alex moved with such speed and control that it was almost insulting. He spun around each strike, sometimes using his platforms to launch off the surrounding stone terrain, slicing at the giant’s sides or deflecting its blade with concentrated bursts of thunder.

But it wasn’t just the greatsword wielder who was present.

The shield-bearing colossus had now entered the fray, its towering shield covered in earth runes of layered defense. With it, the tide was supposed to turn. Together, the two were designed for synergy—offense and defense personified, sword and bastion.

Yet the moment the shield-wielder joined, Alex immediately adjusted.

He didn’t waste time exchanging power. He didn’t bother going for limbs or obvious targets. Khepri watched as the boy’s golden eyes flicked, calculating, and within seconds, his strikes subtly shifted—angled, sharp, deliberate.

He was going for the cores, again.

Khepri’s hands clenched lightly behind his back.

Unlike his earlier constructs—simple warriors—these five were something else entirely. They were born of concentrated Law, designed and forged through years of thinking and creation. The rules governing them were complex. As long as their cores remained intact, they could regenerate—limbs, torsos, even heads. If a leg were sliced off, it would regrow using the surrounding mana. If their faces were crushed, new ones would form from raw stone.

But the core...

If the core was destroyed, the Law unraveled.

There was no coming back.

And Alex had already figured that out.

Khepri glanced down again at the ruins of the spear-wielder, the earth still glowing faintly where its heart had been shattered.

Then his eyes narrowed on Alex, who was now engaged in a deadly dance, fending off both the axe-wielder and the shield giant, while the greatsword-wielder recovered behind them and the archer prepared another shot from afar. Explosions of dust, bursts of raw mana, and crackling thunder lit the battlefield in staccato flashes. Every second, a different colored arc flared—brown from stone, golden from lightning, red from friction-born heat.

Still, the boy endured.

Dodging.

Parrying.

Striking.

And the worst part?

He wasn’t even breaking down.

Khepri’s brow twitched. He had watched warriors and geniuses fall under pressure less than this.

He looked past the battlefield, toward the high towers of his estate—his home—where deep inside, the tigress still rested.

Nyxara...

He could feel she hadn’t moved since she arrived, a predator at rest. Khepri had always considered her the true wild card. A beast at the same rank as him was either respected or killed. Her threat level was obvious from the beginning.

But now?

He looked back at Alex.

Lightning surged again. Another clash. Another blade arc aimed for the shield giant’s core, this time slicing deep enough to stagger it, nearly bypassing its layered glyph defense.

This boy...

He defied everything. Laws. Scales. Balance.

Even his presence distorted expectations. Khepri had raised geniuses and slain legends—but never had he seen someone progress mid-battle as Alex did. He adapted instantly. Fought like he’d been studying these giants for months. Survived on instinct honed by more than just training, by loss.

This wasn’t just power. His ability to analyze and produce results was on a whole new level.

And in that moment, for the first time in decades, Khepri felt it.

A tightness in his chest.

Not fear.

But the weight of inevitability.

He straightened.

"If I leave this to them, he will destroy all five," he muttered. "And walk away with barely more than a few injuries at best."

He sighed and dusted the invisible speck from his shoulder.

It wasn’t about pride anymore.

He had planned to conserve his strength. To toy with the boy. Gauge his power and let the constructs test him.

But that was no longer an option.

This opponent was not below him.

He was a threat.

Equal—if not greater—than the tigress.

"Very well," Khepri whispered as golden veins of mana began to pulse from beneath his skin, coiling like rivers across his arms.

Stone around the archer’s shoulders cracked from the force as he stepped forward.

"I gave you your stage. You danced well."

He raised a hand.

"Now, I’ll join the orchestra."

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