Revenge: A Path of Destruction
Chapter 131: Next stop Europe

Chapter 131: Next stop Europe

A streak of black lightning cracked across the ocean’s surface, not from the sky, but from her steps. Each pawfall birthed a surge of unnatural force, warping the water momentarily before it calmed behind her.

A majestic tigress, vast in size and presence, tore across the waves as if the sea itself bent to her will. Her fur, pure white and ethereal, shimmered beneath the mid-morning sun, streaked with battle-born scars and glints of raw mana.

Upon her back rode a figure equally impossible to ignore.

Draped in obsidian, the young man sat with the quiet confidence of someone who had nothing left to prove—only promises to keep.

His coat fluttered behind him like a war banner, matching the darkness of his inner garments, trousers, and sleek boots. A jet-black katana—its hilt etched with unfamiliar, glowing runes—was fastened tightly to his hip, its presence whispering danger to any who dared approach.

Golden-yellow hair framed a face that had seen too much too young. His eyes, once perhaps naïve or warm, now gleamed with a cold precision, honed by loss and vengeance.

This was Alexa and Nyxara, as Nyxara tore through the sea with the grace of a legend beast—because she was one.

They were leaving.

Not running. Not escaping. Just... moving forward.

The Earth Domain lay far behind them now. A land that had borne witness to history, both its salvation and its destruction.

It had only been a few days since the fall of the Earth Clan Patriarch, Khepri—a name once spoken with reverence, now with disbelief. The world had not yet caught up to the shock. Whispers traveled faster than truth, but even whispers could not deny what had occurred.

The ruler of the most fortified clan on the continent was dead.

Killed in his domain.

Nyxara had done as she had promised, after making sure all the intermediate and lesser clans on the kill list were destroyed and wiped out from the face of the earth, she had gone after the beast also.

The aftermath was chaos draped in uneasy calm. Over 80% of the beasts remaining that ravaged the Earth Domain had been obliterated. That stretch of land had, ironically, become one of the safest places on the planet.

But the cost of what they did was too much.

Over 60% of the warriors who once defended the continent had fallen in the line of duty. Grandmasters. Masters. Experts. Veterans and children alike.

Some hailed it as a noble sacrifice—a turning point in humanity’s war against the beasts.

Others... quietly disagreed.

Especially those who had returned home to empty beds, shattered weapons, and blood-stained armor folded neatly by grieving elders. Not all wounds were physical. Not all sacrifices felt fair.

And now, the ones responsible had vanished. Gone before questions could be answered. Gone before praise or condemnation could find them. Gone before the truth of the matter could be found.

Alex and Nyxara had no choice but to leave quickly. Though Thutmose, now de facto ruler of the Earth Clan, had not raised a hand against them, neither had he offered protection. They knew better than to assume neutrality equaled safety.

Besides, eyes were already watching.

The other Higher Clans—Fire, Wind, Water—would send agents after hearing about Alex. Not necessarily to avenge Khepri, but to uncover the truth. To find Alex. To calculate where he was... and possibly try to erase him.

The mana-plane, once used to hop from nation to nation in hours, was now a trap. He couldn’t afford the risk of being tracked or intercepted mid-transit.

That’s why they ran across the sea.

Their destination was one of the many islands scattered between continents—neutral territories not yet claimed by the Higher Clans.

Remote, isolated, perfect for regrouping. Nova had selected the island after days of data combing and strategic analysis. It wasn’t just hidden—it was forgotten.

They needed time.

Time to rest. Time to plan. Time to prepare for whatever came next.

Because if the events in the Earth Domain had proven anything, it was this:

The game was no longer being played by the old rules.

And the boy everyone once overlooked was no longer a piece on the board—

He was the one flipping it.

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The moment Nyxara’s paws touched the island, a bloodbath began; they didn’t come for Nyxara but for Alex, since, when mana came, it became natural for any magical beast to attack humans on sight.

Beasts stirred. Trees quivered. The air itself seemed to shudder.

At first, it was just the subtle rustle of leaves, the soft crunch of something large moving in the underbrush. But within seconds, the forest erupted—howls, shrieks, and thunderous roars filled the sky as dozens, then hundreds of magical beasts surged from every direction.

They came from the trees. From the cliffs. From beneath the sand.

Some were scaled, some were furred, and many were mutated things that no longer resembled anything found in nature.

These were the wild islands—territories long forsaken by humanity and the Higher Clans alike.

Overrun by magical beasts both terrestrial and aquatic, these islands had become no-man’s lands, infested with creatures that repopulated faster than they could be culled.

Even advanced campaigns to reclaim the area had failed; sea beasts would simply crawl onto land, and land beasts would fall into the sea, only to return stronger, changed.

It wasn’t worth the cost.

But Alex and Nyxara didn’t come here for conquest.

They came for silence.

And now, they would earn it.

With a growl that split the wind, Nyxara leapt forward, lightning crackling beneath her paws as she launched herself into the nearest swarm.

She moved like a ghost of destruction—one moment solid, the next nothing but a streak of white and shadow. Fangs tore through sinew. Claws split stone. Whole groups of beasts were eviscerated before they even realized they were under attack.

Alex stood still for the most part, bandaged, nursing the wounds from his battle in the Earth Domain. His grip on his katana remained controlled, his eyes scanning—not for threats, but for patterns.

He intervened only when necessary, flicking his blade once to cleave through a charging Knight-ranked beast with casual ease, but he left the brunt of the carnage to Nyxara.

She knew it too—and she was merciless.

In less than ten minutes, the island was drenched in gore. The very earth drank it greedily.

Over thirty King- and Queen-ranked beasts had fallen. The rest were lower-class monstrosities, and none had survived her wrath; not all had attacked, but most of the population had, with the remaining being a few king/Queen rank beasts, their knights, and members of their species.

The quiet that followed was unnatural, heavy, and the kind of quiet that only comes after something has died.

Alex stepped over the corpses, boots slick with blood, and knelt beside one of the fallen King-ranked monsters.

With practiced precision, he extracted its mana core, a deep-red orb pulsing with latent power. He repeated the process, moving quickly with Nyxara’s help until they had collected every core they needed.

They didn’t have much time.

The scent of blood was seeping into the sea wind already, and Alex knew what that meant—more would come. From the deep ocean. As some aquatic creatures gained to ability to traverse land with the help of mana.

He reached into his space ring and retrieved an artifact the size of an orange—smooth, round, and snow-white, its surface etched with a lattice of golden runes. The Orb of Veil, an ancient concealment device, is capable of shrouding entire landscapes if properly fed.

A grandmaster artifact.

Alex placed the orb at the island’s heart, beneath a flat stone slab surrounded by dead roots.

Then, he began to feed it.

One by one, he inserted the extracted King- and Queen-rank cores into the artifact, watching as the runes flickered to life. The orb vibrated, humming softly at first, then louder as golden energy laced through the air.

The sky darkened momentarily.

Not with clouds, but with magic.

A pulse erupted outward—silent, colorless, invisible to normal eyes but powerful enough to bend perception.

The very island blurred at its edges, vanishing from sight as a distortion field enveloped it. To the outside world, the island no longer existed, replaced by an unbroken stretch of ocean.

Even the scent of blood was erased.

It was as if they had never arrived.

Later, inside a hollow cave that had once belonged to a territorial King-rank predator, Alex finally let himself rest.

The place was dark, but cool. Safe. No traces of life lingered anymore—Nyxara had made sure of that.

She shrank down, her massive form condensing until she was no larger than a common housecat. Without a word, she padded over to Alex and leapt gracefully onto his shoulder. There, she curled up, tail flicking lazily across his chest as if she hadn’t just committed a massacre.

Her voice echoed gently in his mind.

"So... what’s the plan now, Alex?"

He exhaled, leaning back against the cave’s wall, eyes half-lidded with exhaustion and thought.

"Simple," he replied.

"Rest. Let my body heal..."

He paused, eyes hardening.

"...and then we head to Europe. It’s time to visit the Wind Knight."

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