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Chapter 38: 38: Witness The Might Of The Lord You Will Follow
Loreno’s eyes burned with rage as he looked down at the unconscious Baret. His grip on the sword tightened, and without hesitation, he raised it high. The blade gleamed, charged with raw mana, and with a furious roar, he swung it down to kill.
"SONNNN!"
"May these bastard deaths soothe your soul."
"Now die!"
Just before the sword could strike, another blade appeared in its path.
TANG!
A powerful shockwave erupted from the clash, stirring up dust and shaking the ground.
A layer of dust rose up covering everyone vision.
Instead of retreating,Loreno gritted his teeth, pouring all his strength into the strike, veins bulging as he pushed harder. But no matter how much force he used, the sword blocking his attack didn’t budge. It stood there, firm and unyielding, like an immovable wall.
Shock flashed on his face as he looked at the dull blade before.
"AHHHHH!" Loreno screamed, his frustration boiling over. "Why won’t this sword break?!"
A cold, hoarse voice cut through the air. "Because it’s the testament of resolve."
As the dust settled, everyone’s eyes widened. A familiar figure stood before Baret, holding his sword steady against Loreno’s fury.
"MY LORD!" Gare shouted, his voice filled with relief and admiration.
"Brother Kael..." Chris murmured, barely believing his eyes. The children hiding nearby peeked out, staring at Kael—their savior.
Behind him, Baret stirred, his voice weak and confused. "Am I... dead?"
"Dead?" Kael scoffed. "Which bastard told you that?" With a swift movement, he kicked Loreno in the chest. The force sent the madman skidding across the ground, leaving a deep trail in the dirt.
Kael turned his gaze to Baret, his sharp eyes piercing through him. "Your Grace..." Baret muttered, still dazed.
Kael ignored him and surveyed the surroundings, his eyes demanding an explanation.
Gare stepped forward, his voice urgent. "Sir, Loreno has lost his mind! His son was killed, and he’s here for revenge!"
"What?" Kael’s expression twisted in surprise. "What kind of nonsense is this?" He turned to Gare, his eyes narrowing with suspicion.
"I had nothing to do with it!" Gare threw up his hands, panicked.
Kael sighed and turned back to Loreno.
"You heard that right.I didn’t kill your son nor I have any part in it."
But instead of a response, Loreno let out a sickening, unhinged laugh. His eyes gleamed with madness.
"I see it now... I understand everything!" His voice trembled with rage. "You! You’re the one behind it! You held back just to strike later!" He bared his teeth in a snarl.
"But it’s over! I’ll kill you! Only your death can soothe my son’s soul!"
With a wild scream, he charged. The air around him twisted from the pressure of his mana, his killing intent like a suffocating storm. The spectators trembled, their breath caught in their throats.
Kael, however, remained still. His gaze shifted to Baret. "Baret."
Baret flinched a bit hearing the cold menacing voice.
Kael’s strong, steady eyes locked onto him, conveying something unspoken. "Don’t blink." His voice was low but firm. "No matter what happens... don’t blink."
"Witness it."
"Witness the might of the Lord, you will follow."
Kael stepped forward, planting his right foot. His body twisted slightly, his left foot sliding back into position. His sword pointed downward, ready.
The moment he assumed this stance.The atmosphere changed.
Loreno rushed in like a mad beast, roaring with bloodlust. The ground cracked under his force, the air rippled from his speed. But Kael didn’t move, rather he closed his eyes and breathed calmly.
In that instant, everything around him vanished. The noise, the chaos—it all disappeared. Only he remained, standing alone in an endless void.
Loreno saw this and sneered. "Hahahaha! What’s wrong? Too scared to move? Die, you worthless scum!" He swung his sword, a blinding arc cutting through the air.
The blade rushed toward Kael’s neck.
And then—
Kael’s eyes snapped open.
A black gaze, deep as the void, locked onto Loreno.
It was the gaze of death.
Loreno’s breath caught in his throat. His body, his very soul, seemed to freeze. An invisible weight crushed him, forcing him to submit.
Fear clawed at his heart.
And it was then Kael made a move and drew his blade.
SWISH!
A sharp sound sliced through the air.
SHRING!
Like cutting through paper, the strike was swift and clean.
For a moment, everyone saw a blur which first appeared and disappeared in a blink.
Kael reappeared behind Loreno with his sword dripping with fresh blood.
Silence hung over the battlefield.
Loreno’s body trembled and twitched following which the sword shattered bursting into sharp pieces in his hands. His eyes widened in horror. He tried to move, but his body wouldn’t respond.
And then—
BOOM!
His body split apart, falling into two halves. Blood splattered onto the ground erupting like a fountain.
Kael then straightened his posture, raising his sword. The veins on his arm burst, blood trickling down his fingers. He clicked his tongue in annoyance.
"TSK!" He wiped the blood off, barely acknowledging the destruction behind him.
The onlookers stared, stunned into silence. Their minds struggled to process what they had just witnessed.
Then, in unison, a single thought echoed through them.
"That was the coolest thing we’ve ever seen."
....
Far from the slums, atop a towering bell tower, an old man with a long beard uncorked his bottle of rum. He took a sip, letting the warmth spread through his chest, before bursting into laughter. 𝘯𝘰𝑣𝘱𝑢𝘣.𝑐𝑜𝑚
"Marvelous..."
"Hahaha! Marvelous indeed!"
He shook his head in disbelief. "I can’t believe someone can change so much in such a short time."
As he spoke, a memory surfaced in his mind—a memory of a kind and gentle young man, now turned into a ruthless, cold-blooded figure who lived only for glory and pride.
The old man let out a sigh and turned away, his expression unreadable.
"Life is truly full of surprises. With this, I can already see the turmoil that will satisfy that demon."
"The small skirmishes have begun... the traps are already in place."
"Let’s just hope Veydrin survives it."
With that, he took one last look at the city below, then stepped off the edge of the tower—vanishing into the night.
