Revenge: A Path of Destruction
Chapter 182: Lucian vs Nathalie (Flashback)

Chapter 182: Lucian vs Nathalie (Flashback)

The jungle roared with chaos.

Trees cracked, shattered, and splintered into pieces under the weight of battle. Roars of tigers and the bellowing cries of warriors reverberated through the deep, thickets of the white tiger territory.

Above, the skies were dark and volatile, as if they too reflected the turmoil unfolding below.

A wave of lightning cracked through the air, dancing across the blades of five warriors clad in battle-worn armor.

Their bodies surged with crackling energy as they dashed through the battlefield, blades and fists meeting tooth and claw.

They were elite warriors of the newly formed Thunder Clan—each a Master or Elite rank, their bodies empowered by lightning, their movements blurs of light and electricity.

Against them were tigers—white as moonlight and larger than warhorses. Each moved with terrifying grace, their muscles coiling and exploding with power. The kings and queens among them bore scars of countless victories.

Their fangs shimmered with mana of different elements. The knights, smaller but no less deadly, hunted in coordinated pairs and trios, pinning their targets with lethal precision.

Amidst the chaotic battleground, one valiant warrior crouched low, narrowly avoiding the fierce lunge of a mighty Queen-ranked tigress.

In a fluid motion, he spun, channeling a surge of crackling lightning through his sword as it plunged into her flank.

The tigress let out a spine-chilling roar of agony, her golden eyes wide with fury. She retaliated in an instant, her powerful claws sweeping through the air and connecting with his body, sending him crashing violently into a nearby boulder.

Despite the pain and the dark crimson that stained his armor, he scrambled to his feet, bloodied but resolute.

Meanwhile, a second pair of elite rank warriors stood back to back, their blades alive with arcs of electricity that danced around them like a protective halo.

They were encircled by three Knight-ranked tigers and other lesser-ranked tigers, their sleek forms moving with predatory grace.

Every time one of the warriors struck down a tiger, another sprang forward to take its place, the relentless assault demanding every ounce of their skill and determination.

With each clash, the air crackled with tension as they fought not just for victory, but for their very survival.

Every movement was matched.

Every kill was bought with a wound.

The Thunder Clan warriors were skilled, disciplined, and empowered by the lightning surging through their veins—but the beasts had numbers.

For every tiger they struck down, two more emerged from the surrounding jungle. Lesser-ranked tigers, barely above advance rank in strength, still posed threats with their speed and bloodlust.

The battlefield was a cacophony of violence and fury. Lightning met Fang. Flesh met steel. And still, the war raged on.

Far from the clamor of the main battlefield, deeper within the forest, where the trees grew thicker and the light dimmed under a cold, misty canopy, two figures stood apart.

Lucian Tyr.

Cloaked in thunder.

His golden spear hummed with divine power, every inch of its length wrapped in arcs of golden lightning. His armor, scorched and weather-worn, bore the crest of the newly formed Thunder clan —a jagged bolt etched into steel.

And across from him—

Nathalie.

The Empress of Ice.

She was unlike any other tigress. Her fur shimmered like frost under moonlight, each step radiating an aura that turned the air brittle and cold.

Her eyes were crystalline blue, intelligent, and powerful. Ice formed at her paws, spreading across the forest floor like creeping fingers.

They stood still. The air was silent here, heavy with mana.

Then they moved.

In a flash, Lucian shot forward, golden lightning erupting beneath his feet as his spear lashed out like a comet.

Nathalie met him head-on, her body twisting mid-air as she dodged and countered, a blade of ice forming along her foreleg as she swiped.

The clash sent shockwaves rippling outward.

Lightning splintered through frozen trees.

Ice exploded into diamond-like shards.

Lucian flipped back, planting his feet as arcs of lightning surged from his arms to his weapon. Nathalie exhaled slowly, and the breath from her mouth froze the very mist around them.

He lunged again. She danced sideways, summoning jagged spears of ice from the earth. Lucian’s golden lightning shattered them mid-flight, the ground cracking and breaking apart beneath their feet.

His spear darted forward again, and this time she caught it with her claws, the energy crackling against her frozen touch.

Neither held back.

Lucian’s spear whirled in an unstoppable tempest of energy, each strike intent on shattering Nathalie’s defenses. Her claws, sharp as blades and glistening with frost, tore through the air—every movement a seamless dance of martial precision and raw, primal instinct. She was not merely a controller of ice; she embodied it, each gesture echoing the chilling power of winter itself. With a powerful swing, she sent a jagged, frozen ridge careening through the ground toward Lucian. He propelled himself into the air, his body igniting with arcs of lightning that burst from his back like radiant wings, illuminating the chaos around them. As he landed with a graceful roll, he unleashed another flurry of strikes, forcing Nathalie to retreat further into the chaos. The tranquil forest had transformed into a battleground of destruction; mighty trees lay splintered and shattered, their leaves scattered like remnants of a lost civilization. The Earth was now a treacherous landscape, a chaotic tapestry of gaping craters and treacherous icy ridges. Snow fell in swirling gusts—an enchanting but deadly gift conjured by Nathalie’s mastery. Above, thunder crackled, echoing not from stormy clouds but from the electric fury of Lucian’s spear, ready to unleash its devastating might once more.

And then, they both paused.

Steam hissed from Lucian’s shoulders. Blood trickled down Nathalie’s foreleg.

They stared at one another, eyes locked.

Lucian twirled his spear, lightning coiling like a serpent around the shaft.

Then he smirked.

"I think that’s enough for testing the waters."

He wasn’t wrong. Though he remained standing tall, his senses had already informed him—his men were on their last legs. The tide was shifting, as it had never been in their favour from the beginning. If he didn’t end this soon... they would all be buried here.

Nathalie’s expression didn’t change.

But the ice around her feet deepened.

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