Revenge: A Path of Destruction
Chapter 59: The Weight of the Throne (3)

Chapter 59: The Weight of the Throne (3)

Both warriors gave it their all, with neither giving the other any chance to dominate the battle, to the Master rank spectators who were watching the battle all they could see was a blur as the speed of their battle got more intense

After one final clash both contenders separated.

The battlefield stood eerily still. The only sound was the distant crackling of shifting stone, the remnants of their battle settling around them. Dust clung to the air, swirling in slow, lazy arcs, illuminated by the fractured sunlight filtering through the broken arena. The once-pristine battlefield was now a scarred wasteland of craters, shattered rock, and deep fissures stretching outward like veins of destruction.

Both warriors had stopped moving.

Mankhaura exhaled slowly, dragging the back of his hand across his mouth, smearing the blood that trailed from a fresh cut on his lip. His grip on his spear tightened, muscles flexing beneath sweat-slicked skin. He ignored the searing pain running through his ribs, the deep ache of bruises forming beneath his armor.

His heartbeat pounded in his ears, an unrelenting drumbeat to his fury. His eyes burned with defiance, a wildfire refusing to be extinguished.

Thutmose stood opposite him, utterly composed, his shield still held steady, his khopesh resting lightly in his grasp. His breathing remained controlled, each rise and fall of his chest measured, as if he had spent no effort.

There was no sign of fatigue, no visible wounds—only his ever-present poise. If he felt anything from their prior exchange, he did not show it.

For a moment, neither spoke. A pause stretched between them, tense as a drawn bowstring.

Then Mankhaura smirked.

"No more testing," he said, his voice carrying across the battlefield. His tone was light, almost amused, but the heat behind his words was unmistakable. "Let’s see who really deserves to rule."

Thutmose did not answer immediately. He inclined his head, an acknowledgment.

Both warriors slammed their feet into the ground at the same time.

A pulse of power erupted from their bodies, rolling outward in a violent collision of force. Their mana surged like tidal waves crashing into one another, meeting in the air between them with a sharp, crackling explosion that sent a blast of pressure across the battlefield.

The very earth beneath them groaned under the weight of their combined power, the remaining stonework fracturing as if struggling to contain their sheer presence.

Then, their domains took shape.

A deep tremor ran through the earth as Mankhaura’s domain manifested first.

Domain: Dominator of Earth

The ground beneath him split apart, jagged sections rising and falling as if the battlefield itself had come alive. Towering boulders shot into the air, forming a swirling orbit around him, each glowing with an intense brownish-golden aura. Nine massive stones, as large as war elephants, hovered effortlessly in a perfect formation, constantly shifting position like celestial bodies awaiting his command.

The air within his domain grew thick, suffocating, laced with the raw force of unbridled will.

The rule of his domain was absolute command over the earth—here, the land would obey him and no one else.

Then came Thutmose’s domain.

Domain: One with the Earth

There was no violent upheaval, no chaotic burst of power. Instead, the battlefield beneath Thutmose’s feet stabilized, as if it had found its true master. The tremors that had rattled the arena mere moments ago faded, and the once-turbulent ground smoothed beneath his presence. It did not submit through force—it aligned with his will, bending in quiet, absolute reverence.

Unlike Mankhaura’s explosive domain, Thutmose’s was one of perfect control.

The ground did not shake beneath him—it stood unwavering, unchallenged.

And then, the clash began.

Both domains expanded at once, their borders colliding in a violent struggle for dominance. The earth between them twisted and cracked, caught in an endless cycle of submission and rebellion—one force demanding control, the other enforcing its will through silent authority. Every grain of sand, every pebble, every boulder in the battlefield trembled, caught in the push and pull of two opposing rulers.

It was a battle of kings—one who sought to dominate, one who ruled with quiet supremacy.

And yet... there was no clear victor.

The shock of this realization rippled through the spectators.

Everyone had expected Thutmose’s domain to overpower Mankhaura’s. After all, Thutmose had always been the stronger of the two. His mastery over the Earth element was refined, absolute. He had always been the favored heir, the one whose power stood as an unshakable pillar of the Earth Clan’s legacy.

But now, Mankhaura’s will had become a force of its own, resisting Thutmose’s authority with sheer defiance.

The Elders, watching from their protected stands, exchanged glances. Some narrowed their eyes, intrigued, while others muttered among themselves.

"This shouldn’t be possible," one murmured. "Thutmose’s control is unmatched."

"And yet, look," another responded. "Mankhaura’s domain is holding firm. He has improved... significantly."

Some remained silent, merely observing. This was the first time anyone had forced Thutmose into a true struggle for domain supremacy.

Back in the arena, Mankhaura’s lips curled into a grin as he caught the flickers of shock in the spectators’ eyes. He laughed, the sound brimming with excitement, his voice cutting through the charged atmosphere.

"What’s wrong, brother?" he taunted, rolling his shoulders as if shaking off the weight of their clash. "This wasn’t how you expected this to go, was it?"

Thutmose remained motionless for a moment, his expression unreadable. But then—just for a fraction of a second—his stance shifted. A subtle movement, barely perceptible, yet unmistakable.

An acknowledgment.

"...You’ve changed," he admitted, his voice calm, steady. "You’re stronger than before but still too far to defeat me."

Mankhaura’s grin widened, his spear gleaming as he pointed it directly at his brother.

"And I’m not done yet."

The ground quaked again as both warriors surged forward, their domains colliding anew in a violent crescendo of power. The battlefield trembled beneath their might, the very laws of the earth rewritten with every step they took.

The real battle had begun.

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