All Chapters of Rise Of The Mage King: Chapter 51
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Chapter 51
Drogo moved the stone beam off her legs. It was easy. It felt like it weighed nothing. He gently lifted her head, resting it on his lap.Elara’s eyes fluttered.She struggled to open them. When she finally did, they were not clear. They were cloudy, filled with a soft, white glow. The Holy Glass was taking her.She looked up at Drogo. She saw the obsidian skin. She saw the black veins. She saw the monster that the Empire had created.But she didn't look afraid.She reached up a hand. Her fingers were thin and cold. She touched the side of Drogo’s face. Her thumb brushed against the black, stone-like skin of his cheek."Drogo..." she whispered. A small trail of red blood ran down from the corner of her mouth. "You... you came back.""I'm here, Mama," Drogo said. He was crying now. The black tears were running down his face, falling onto her chest. "I'm going to fix it. I'm going to take the glass out. Just hold on.""No," Elara said. She coughed, and the Holy Glass in her chest pulsed
Chapter 52
The ruins of the Warren were silent, except for the sound of fire. The air was thick with the smell of wet ash and the sharp, metallic tang of ozone. Drogo Payne sat in the dirt, the shattered wood of his home all around him. He did not feel the cold mud on his knees. He did not hear the distant shouting of the Solaris Guards.He only felt the woman in his arms.Elara Payne was as light as a handful of dry leaves. Her skin, once gray from the slag-sickness, was now a ghostly, translucent white. The shard of Holy Glass in her chest continued to pulse with a soft, cruel light. Every time it glowed, Elara’s body shook with a small, painful tremor.Drogo looked at his own hands. They were huge. They were made of obsidian stone. The violet fire in his veins made his skin look like it was cracked and burning from the inside. He tried to adjust how he held her, but his stone-like fingers were clumsy. He was afraid that even a small movement would break her brittle bones."Mama," Drogo whis
Chapter 53
The world was ending. Above the Slum District, the golden ships of the Sun-King were firing their cannons. The air was full of screaming metal and the smell of burning mud. But Drogo Payne did not look up. He did not care about the fire falling from the sky. He did not care about the soldiers or the Inquisitors.He only cared about the woman in his arms.Elara Payne was cold. Her skin was the color of a winter cloud. Her eyes were closed. Her heart had stopped beating. The Holy Glass shard had taken the last of her life. To any doctor, to any priest, she was dead. She was gone.But Drogo refused to accept the rules of the world."No," Drogo whispered. His voice was a deep, dark rumble that made the ground beneath him shake. "You do not get to take her. I climbed out of the Chasm. I ate the fire. I am the Breaker. I say she stays."[SYSTEM MESSAGE: SUBJECT ELARA PAYNE HAS EXPIRED.][STATUS: BRAIN ACTIVITY CEASING. SOUL DEPARTURE COMPLETE.][ADVICE: ABANDON THE VESSEL. PROCEED TO MISSI
Chapter 54
The great white light of the Sun-Ships had finally faded. For a long time, there was only a terrible, heavy silence. The Slum District was gone. Where there had once been narrow streets, crowded shacks, and the smell of cooking fires, there was now only a flat, gray desert of ash. Smoke rose from the ground in thin, lazy lines, like the ghosts of the people who had lived there.Deep beneath the center of this ruin, miles under the dirt and the stone, a purple crystal sat in the dark. It was quiet. It was still. Elara Payne was safe inside her tomb of time.But on the surface, the world was still full of hate.Drogo Payne stood in the center of the gray wasteland. He was alone. His obsidian skin was cracked. One of his black wings was broken, hanging from his shoulder like a torn sail. His violet eyes were dim, the fire inside them flickering like a candle in a storm. He was at the very end of his strength. His mana was gone. His mother was gone. His sister was gone.[VITALITY: 4%.]
Chapter 55
“He is going to break the crystal,” the voices in the Archive whispered. “He is going to find her. He is going to crush her face while she sleeps. He is going to laugh while he does it.”Something inside Drogo’s heart, the very last piece of the boy who loved his mother, snapped. He didn't need mana. He didn't need a Core. He had his Hunger.Drogo pushed himself up. He didn't use his legs. He used his arms, his black claws digging into the burnt earth. He stood up. He was shaking, his skin smoking, but he stood.Valerius stopped. His smile faded just a little bit. "Still alive? You are a stubborn weed, aren't you?"Valerius raised the staff again. He didn't fire a single beam this time. He held the staff high, and the gold sun began to grow. It turned into a sphere of light as large as a man's head. The heat was so intense the ash on the ground began to turn to glass."Sun’s Wrath!" Valerius roared.The massive ball of light shot forward. It was a slow-moving sphere of pure destructi
Chapter 56
The gray ash of the Slum District was still warm. Small embers of wood and silk glowed like dying eyes in the dark. Drogo Payne stood in the center of the ruins. He was holding Brother Valerius by the neck. The Inquisitor’s white robes were torn and stained with mud. He looked like a broken bird in a giant’s hand.Drogo’s hand was made of obsidian stone. His fingers were long, black claws that dug deep into Valerius’s skin. The Inquisitor was gasping for air. His face, which had been so handsome and arrogant just minutes ago, was now blue and twisted with pain."Where... is... my... sister?" Drogo asked.His voice was a deep, terrifying growl. It did not sound like a human boy talking. It sounded like the earth itself was hungry. Every word made the air vibrate.Valerius tried to laugh, but it came out as a wet, wheezing sound. "You... you think you won, rat? You killed a few guards. You broke a staff. But the Sun-King... he has her now. She is with the High Masters."Drogo squeeze
Chapter 57
The air was still. It was the kind of silence that feels heavy, like the world is holding its breath before a storm. In the wake of the great fire and the falling ships, the Slum District was a graveyard of gray ash. But on the very edge of the mud and the smoke, where the "trash" ended and the "nobles" began, stood a building of impossible beauty.It was called the Manor of the Winter Rose.This was not a home for the poor. It was a palace of white stone and blue glass. The walls were decorated with silver vines that glowed with a soft, frozen light. The gardens were not full of dirt; they were filled with flowers made of permanent ice that never melted, even in the sun. It was a place of luxury, built with the gold stolen from the people who lived just a few hundred yards away in the dark.Inside the manor, Lady Sylas was not happy.She stood in the center of a large ballroom. The floor was made of polished sapphire. The ceiling was a dome of crystal that showed the stars. But
Chapter 58
The Glacial Sentinels froze. They had seen many things, but they had never seen a man who walked through solid matter as if it were a curtain.Lady Sylas stood at the far end of the room. She was clutching her staff so hard her knuckles were white. The disgust on her face was being eaten by a growing, frantic terror."You..." Sylas stammered. Her voice was high and thin. "You are a Null! You were born in the dirt! You are supposed to be nothing!"Drogo stopped in the center of the room. Every step he had taken left a cracked, melted footprint on the sapphire floor. He looked at the beautiful ballroom—the silk tapestries, the crystal dome, the silver decorations.He thought of his mother, buried in the dark, cold earth.He thought of the people in the slums, turned to ice by this woman’s "beautiful" magic."You are right, Sylas," Drogo said. His voice was a deep, vibrating chime that made the crystal dome above them rattle.He took a step forward. The violet-and-white fire on his wings
Chapter 59
The sky above the Manor of the Winter Rose was no longer black. It was a terrifying, glowing blue.Lady Sylas stood on the sapphire balcony, her face twisted with a mix of fear and hatred. Her private guards, the Glacial Sentinels, were already gone. They were nothing but piles of broken armor and gray dust in the courtyard below. Drogo Payne stood in the center of that mess.He was seven feet tall, his black skin shining like wet stone. The violet fire in his eyes was steady. He looked like a mountain that had decided to walk."You think you can just come here?" Sylas screamed. Her voice was thin and sharp. "You think because you ate some fire and broke some stone that you are a match for me? I am a High Noble! I am the Winter itself!"Drogo did not answer. He did not need to. Every step he took toward the manor made the ground shake. He was a hole in the world, and he was moving toward her.Sylas raised her new icicle staff. It was a massive piece of blue crystal, filled with the s
Chapter 60
The Manor of the Winter Rose was dying. It was a slow, loud death. The beautiful white stone walls were cracking. The sapphire floors were splitting open. The crystal dome that had shown the stars was now just a rain of sharp, transparent glass falling into the ash. Drogo Payne stood in the center of the ruin. He was a giant of black stone, his obsidian skin glowing with a faint, violet light.He had just turned Lady Sylas into soot. He had eaten her blizzard. He had devoured her magic. But he did not feel satisfied. The hunger in his chest was quiet for a moment, but the emptiness in his soul was getting larger.He looked at the pile of black ash that used to be a High Noble. The wind caught it, blowing it away."System," Drogo said. His voice was a deep, heavy sound that made the air vibrate. "I need to know where they are. I need to know how they move."[ABYSSAL ARCHIVE: PROCESSING REQUEST.][NOTICE: LADY SYLAS WAS A MEMBER OF THE WAR COUNCIL. HER PRIVATE STUDY CONTAINS HIGH-LEV