Revenge: A Path of Destruction
Chapter 86: Alex vs The Earth Patriarch (7)

Chapter 86: Alex vs The Earth Patriarch (7)

Khepri gaze snapped back to him, his expression remained calm, like stone—but beneath the surface, the Earth itself threatened to fracture.

Alex wasn’t shouting. There was no hatred in his tone. No mocking laughter. No bloodthirst. Just truth—spoken with a flatness that made it feel like judgment, not vengeance.

As Khepri narrowed his eyes, something glinted in the boy’s hand.

Two objects.

No... two heads.

The moment they left his grip and was thrown toward him, the illusion of stillness shattered.

They thudded to a stop at as they stayed landed on an earth platform created by Khepri.

One bloodied. One bruised. Both unmistakable.

Menkhaura.

Merit.

His first son—and his third daughter, dead. Reduced to trophies in the hands of a stranger who bore the face of a Thunder Clan exile.

Khepri didn’t move. Not a twitch. His face was cold. Impassive.

But his jaw tightened.

And his heart burned.

Only discipline—decades of it—kept him from turning the ground to molten ruin. Because the fortress below... was still full. Of innocents, of children, of warriors, his people.

Even Thutmose flinched.

He had been watching the scene unfold with narrowed caution, but the moment the heads flew, even he couldn’t hide the ripple of shock across his face.

Menkhaura body was supposed to be buried.

The other was supposed be in the hospital for inspection.

How...?

Khepri forced his breath to remain even. But he didn’t speak.

Because the boy did.

And what followed was not a speech. Not a declaration. But a dissection.

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The air was still.

Not out of peace, but the kind of stillness that only came before chaos—like a single breath held by the world itself.

Alex kept his gaze fixed on Khepri. That same calm, unreadable expression sat on his face as if carved from stone. His voice, when it finally came, was devoid of rage, grief, or even bitterness. Just fact. Cold and clinical.

But Alex just began , tone never shifting.

"Am sure you already know through my gesture, I was the one who killed them."

"Even though I didn’t kill them directly, they still served their purpose. I wanted to see your reaction. And to be honest, you didn’t disappoint me. I can see it... the rage. You can’t wait to kill me. But the only thing holding you back is the tigress and the people below."

Khepri didn’t speak. His face remained still—calm, as always. But the weight of his presence began to shift, like a mountain preparing to move. The stone beneath his feet darkened slightly, cracking at the edges. The subtle pressure in the air spiked—not enough to harm, not yet—but enough to be noticed. Enough to make weaker men sweat.

Alex looked into his eyes, unshaken.

"I wanted to see that face. To see if I’d feel anything... But I don’t. Seems like my emotions are really gone."

Behind Khepri, Lady Nandi stared at her son’s head as if it couldn’t be real. Her breath hitched. A faint tremble started in her fingers. When Alex continued speaking, her eyes narrowed sharply—like blades unsheathed.

"Your first son was all brute, without brain. Looking at him now, he was too easy to manipulate. I just had to send a message saying I had a way for him to beat Thutmose. He went along without thinking. He was cautious at first... until I gave him the recipe to create the Pill of Erebos."

Nandi’s aura sparked like lightning. Her fingernails drew blood from her palm. She inhaled sharply, but didn’t move forward—Khepri’s silent presence, like an unspoken command, held her in place. She looked at her husband, and in his silence, she saw it—the storm. Brewing.

"I told him to try it on a criminal first. When he saw an Advanced-ranked human defeating an Expert-ranked beast... he believed me completely."

In the crowd of royals, Menkara flinched.

His composure cracked just slightly.

He had prided himself on subtle manipulation, on knowing how the family moved. But this—this wasn’t manipulation. This was orchestration. And he hadn’t even been on the board.

"From there, I just had to put my faith in Mr. Heir over there..."

Alex flicked his eyes toward Thutmose, who remained statue-still.

"...to do the rest. I already informed him about Menkhaura using the pill during the duel."

For a fraction of a second, Thutmose’s jaw clenched. He didn’t deny it. Didn’t flinch. But deep in his gaze, something turned colder. Calculations sharpened. It wasn’t guilt or surprise. It was adjustment.

Alex continued.

"As for your daughter—same method. Sent a message to her and her brother’s phones. The youngest girl and boy. Two people born into power but with almost no claim to it. All I had to do was feed their sense of injustice."

Eyes turned to Menkara again. This time, he couldn’t mask the fear in his expression.

It should’ve been me...

Alex’s voice remained untouched by any of it.

"They worked together. And I left every trace of the pill’s knowledge pointing back to them. Your wife—Lady Nandi—didn’t disappoint. She traced it. Took action."

Nandi’s eyes widened at that.

She knew.

She had ordered the hit. But she hadn’t told anyone.

"I was surprised she only hired Master-ranked assassins. Six, I think. Not Grandmasters. Maybe she was still conflicted. But that would’ve taken too long. So, I changed the order myself, hacked the message, and paid for a Grandmaster instead."

A low gasp rippled through the elite warriors nearby.

"Of course, I knew she’d survive. That was the point. I needed Lucy brought back to the clan. If I killed her while she was still in the Thunder Domain... it would’ve drawn attention."

Khepri still hadn’t said a word.

But the platform beneath his feet now bore the faintest trace of cracks. The gravity around him thickened. Even standing became difficult for the weakest guards.

The pressure was no longer passive.

It was waiting for permission.

"Everything was to bring your family together," Alex finished, eyes still locked on the Earth Patrician. "And now that they’re here... we can begin."

A silence followed.

Not empty. Not peaceful.

But heavy.

Like the moment before a mountain collapses on a city.

And in that moment, it wasn’t just words that Alex had thrown at them.

It was a war declaration.

And he did it with a voice void of hate.

Which somehow... made it worse.

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