Revenge: A Path of Destruction
Chapter 93: Alex vs The Earth Patriarch (13)

Chapter 93: Alex vs The Earth Patriarch (13)

The moment Khepri’s voice finished echoing —

"Partial Law: Sovereign of Earth" —the world itself shuddered.

The battlefield twisted violently, the earth convulsing as Khepri rose higher into the broken sky, a titan of brownish-gold mana.

Stone weapons hung like stars overhead.

An army of knights emerged from the torn ground.

And yet—

Alex barely reacted.

His golden eyes, usually fierce and burning with battle-hunger, dimmed into something quieter.

Calmer.

Colder.

It was Nova’s voice that finally stirred the stillness in his mind.

[NOVA]:

"Do not forget, Alex—Unlike the Thunder Wolf, whose law you denied with your overwhelming mastery of the thunder element...

Khepri is different."

Her mechanical-like voice was steady. and devoid of any humour, as if she were reciting a lesson they both already knew.

[NOVA]:

"Earth is the natural counter to Thunder.

Your affinity will not suppress him as easily."

Another slab of stone screamed through the air toward Alex, and he shifted his weight, stepping aside with clinical efficiency.

The projectile missed by inches, crashing uselessly into the shattered ground.

His breathing was slow.

Measured.

[NOVA]:

"Unlike Grandmasters, who bend a confined boundary through will — a Domain —Legend ranks step beyond that."

Above him, the floating weapons glinted under the fractured light.

The army of knights raised their crude weapons, awaiting their sovereign’s command.

Still, Alex remained silent.

As he blocked an earth spear that was trying to impale him, it moved over to Khepri’s side.

[NOVA]:

"They no longer create boundaries...

They create Law."

"The world itself becomes an extension of their will, the only limit is how much reality they can impose upon it."

Alex watched the chaos unfolding around him —the sky filled with blades, the ground crawling with constructs —with the detached clarity of someone watching ripples in a pond.

His fingers tightened slightly around the hilt of his katana.

That was all.

[NOVA]:

"From my analysis, Khepri’s ability resembles his eldest son’s domain, but...more refined, sharper. and stronger."

The jagged knights of earth shifted in the distance, an army poised to drown him.

[NOVA]:

"He can create anything he imagines — weapons, soldiers, disasters — all birthed directly from the earth itself."

Alex exhaled slowly.

There was no fear, no anger, and only stillness.

[NOVA]:

"Be serious, Alex."

"From now on, the rules have changed."

Alex’s golden aura pulsed once around him, faint and controlled. A restrained storm waiting to be unleashed.

He lowered his stance slightly, his katana gleaming with quiet promise.

There was no need to respond to Nova.

No need for bravado.

No need for emotion.

He already understood.

The period of both of them testing the waters was over.

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Immediately after Khepri raised his hands, he crashed down.

Chaos descended upon the world.

The ground split open with a roar that shattered the sky, entire swaths of the earth heaving upward as if trying to flee.

From the broken land, Khepri’s army surged forth —

a tidal wave of armored stone warriors, thousands strong, every footfall a drumbeat of death.

Each soldier moved with a mechanical, merciless precision, their ranks a wall of spears and swords that stretched as far as the eye could see.

They weren’t just charging.

They were marching to conquer.

The ground shook beneath their synchronized assault, cracks spider-webbing outward, devouring the terrain.

Any other Grandmaster would have been buried.

But not Alex.

In the eye of the chaos, he bent low, electricity sizzling across his skin, his blade humming with anticipation.

Muscles coiled.

The air grew heavy.

Then—

"Thunder Control: First Form — Godspeed Slash."

The world blinked.

Alex vanished into a blur of golden violence.

A single bolt of lightning tore through the ranks, ripping holes through the stone army with impossible speed.

Where he passed, nothing remained.

One second, there were soldiers;

The next, only craters and drifting ash.

Entire battalions collapsed like sandcastles under a tsunami.

The shockwaves of his movement alone shredded the surrounding landscape, sending up walls of dust and broken rock.

The earth howled.

But the devastation was meaningless.

Khepri simply willed more soldiers into existence, the earth mending itself like a living nightmare.

The army rebirthed endlessly —relentlessly, inexhaustible.

Landing atop a shattered hill, Alex spared a single glance at the reborn legion.

Emotionless.

Indifferent.

He moved.

The knights adjusted with terrifying speed, attacking from every angle, hammering the ground with such force that the soil liquefied.

The terrain became a trap—sinkholes opening under Alex’s feet, stone spears lunging from below.

He danced through it all.

Each movement is a symphony of death.

Each clash leaves behind a gaping crater.

The force of their battle sent shockwaves ripping across the landscape, tearing up trees, flattening hills, and sending boulders the size of houses hurtling through the air like pebbles.

The sky itself seemed to tremble.

And above it all, Khepri sat motionless, suspended on his floating throne of earth, arms crossed, gaze cold.

The colossal weapons around him hovered like silent executioners, unmoving — for now.

Testing.

Watching.

Alex exhaled once, the faintest shimmer of irritation crossing his face.

Enough.

Mana surged through his body like a second bloodstream.

The thunder answered his call.

Lightning encased his blade until it was no longer a weapon—but a storm bound in steel.

Then—

"Thunder Control: Second Form — Unlimited Blades."

The world exploded into chaos.

His katana became an endless blur, each swing birthing hundreds of crackling golden slashes that shot outward like living beasts.

Every motion unleashed a hurricane of devastation.

Stone soldiers disintegrated faster than they could be reborn, shattered into dust and vapor by the ceaseless torrent of attacks.

Each slash tore deep into the land, gouging trenches, obliterating mountains of earth, and sending earthquakes rolling across the battlefield.

The land for miles trembled under the weight of their clash, scars of the battle carved into the world itself.

Where once there was a field, now there was only turmoil —

miles of ruined craters, gaping chasms, and storm-lashed wastelands.

Still, Alex’s speed climbed.

Still, the army tried to adapt—tried to suffocate him with numbers, with precision, with weight.

It was useless.

His momentum was absolute, each swing faster, heavier, more merciless than the last.

But hidden behind that breathtaking ferocity was a cost —the subtle pull of mana slipping away with each heartbeat,

0.5% bled out every second he maintained the Second Form.

It was a battle of time. A battle of endurance.

And Alex—he didn’t care.

He moved as if he had infinite time.

Infinite mana.

As if this battlefield was nothing but a warmup.

Above, Khepri’s brownish-gold aura pulsed once, the colossal weapons trembling in their orbit.

Finally—he leaned forward, interest sparking in his eyes.

As he looked at the boy who was trying to defy his law.

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