Revenge: A Path of Destruction
Chapter 171: The god’s Tasks (Flashback)

Chapter 171: The god’s Tasks (Flashback)

Mona pressed on relentlessly, her voice steady and analytical, leaving Nyxara little space to absorb the weight of the information that had just been unveiled.

"Lucian has gathered a striking force of fifty formidable warriors from the freshly established Thunder Clan.

Among them, the majority hold the prestigious title of Master rank, with the least experienced still shining as Elites.

Lucian himself, having recently ascended to the revered position of Grandmaster, bears the potent legacy of the Thunder God’s bloodline, marking him and his chosen as the elite among this newly forged clan."

He led them west—to the territory of the white tigers."

Nyxara’s ears flattened further, a low vibration humming in her chest. She didn’t realize she was baring her teeth slightly, a subtle curl of the lips—not in hatred, but in pain.

Her tail lashed once behind her, a silent whip of restrained emotion.

The journey was relentless, a brutal test of endurance etched into the hearts of those who dared to traverse the treacherous landscape.

The imposing white tigers, majestic yet fearsome, had established an ironclad dominion over their realm, ensuring that no human settlement could thrive within their boundaries.

Every creature that roamed here understood the unyielding nature of their rule.

Their vast territory sprawled across the heart of the western wilds, a natural fortress woven from towering trees and rugged terrain that echoed the raw power of the beasts within.

To reach the tigers’ lair, Lucian’s group had to navigate through layers of fierce resistance—savage, untamed, and merciless in its defense of this sacred ground.

Alex remained silent, his gaze locked onto the unfolding story before him, fully aware of the grim path it was likely to take. Mona’s voice, unwavering yet devoid of solace, cut through the tension.

"Only twenty souls managed to press on to the very core of the domain," she continued, the weight of her words hanging heavily in the air.

Each word painted a picture of their plight—bloodied bodies adorned with the wounds of battle, wearied by the struggle, their spirits scarred in ways that would never fully heal.

Of the fifty brave souls who had initially embarked on this perilous quest, thirty lay lifeless, their dreams extinguished, or far too injured to continue the fight.

Lucian stood among the dwindling few, a testament to resilience. His armor, once bright and gleaming, was now marred by scorch marks and scratches, evidence of countless encounters with the relentless forces of the wild.

Despite his battered frame, he exuded a flicker of strength, a beacon of hope amidst the devastation.

Nyxara leaned in closer, her gaze fixed intently on the screen, each detail drawing her deeper into the unfolding tale.

Even if she hadn’t been there, imagining what happened wasn’t impossible.

"But even Lucian... even he was not whole when they arrived. And now he had to face a beast of equal rank—one with no fatigue, no wounds. Waiting for them. Anticipating their arrival. The white tigers had known... and they had prepared."

Nyxara looked at the screen even harder, as her small frame trembled.

Alex looked at her and noticed how much her body trembled, as he didn’t even know why, she was angry, or was it for another reason.

He instinctively reached out, trying to comfort her and understand the emotions racing through her mind. Currently, he could feel her mind was going through different emotions.

Here’s your continued segment with enriched atmosphere, emotional nuance, and sharper clarity for the power dynamics and personal stakes involved:

Mona’s voice, though only a recording, seemed to carry a weight that pierced the silence in the hall.

"The battle from there was a brutal one," she said. "Fifteen Master-ranked warriors, four at Elite rank, and your father... the only Grandmaster among them—faced a wall of death."

Nyxara’s claws stood harder into the stone floor now, and her breath had become shallow, tight in her chest.

"They were up against seventeen King and Queen-ranked beasts. Seventeen." Mona repeated the number, letting it settle. "Along with several Knight-ranked tigers under their command.

And at the head of them all... an Empress-ranked tigress who ruled them."

Mona’s image paused for a moment, not due to any glitch but because she remembered how Lucian had described the experiences.

"The odds were overwhelming. The tigers were not just strong. They were organized. Trained. Unyielding. Every knight-rank tigress moved with precision, every King and Queen fought with a purpose... like they’d fought this battle in their dreams before it even began. They weren’t just beasts. They were warriors."

Alex’s gaze flicked to Nyxara again. Her fangs were visible now—barely—lips curled in a restrained snarl, though it wasn’t anger alone. It was fear. Dread. Grief rising from somewhere deep and unnamed.

"The human side struggled from the first strike," Mona continued. "The enemy had superior numbers at every significant tier. Their Knight ranks outclassed the Elites.

Their Kings and Queens overwhelmed the Masters. And those below Knight rank? They weren’t just fodder. They played their part. Every rank mattered."

She sighed—a soft exhale from the video.

"To this day, your father doesn’t understand how they survived. He wasn’t one to believe in miracles, but... he called that day a miracle."

Alex’s brows furrowed slightly at that word. He didn’t like the way it sounded in this context. It felt... unearned. Or perhaps, paid for in something too expensive.

"More than half of his group fought multiple opponents. Sometimes two at once. Sometimes three. And still they didn’t break. They couldn’t afford to."

"And your father... he faced the Empress herself."

Nyxara felt her entire body go rigid, as if frozen in place. "Nathalie," Mona murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "She is the Empress of tigress, a beast with the ability to control ice, a creature of immense power, ranked among the top beasts in the world." Lucian said, when he was recounting tales of this encounter. "He said she was one of the fiercest adversaries he has ever confronted. Not only for her unparalleled strength but also for her exquisite grace and unyielding control over the ice element. She didn’t engage in battle like a mere beast; she fought with the cunning and ruthlessness of a true tyrant."

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