Heir to the Ultimate Power

CHPT 4

Queen Eleanor visibly trembled as her cold purple eyes locked onto the scarred woman in silver armor. The legendary strength radiating from Kira was a terrifying reminder of the past, second only to that of Kael's deceased father.

For thirteen long years, the royal family had only survived Kira's righteous wrath by keeping Kael's life as a silent, heavily guarded hostage. Now that the boy stood at the very precipice of death, the fragile truce had completely shattered into dust.

Kira did not wait for the Queen to recover her speech; she dissolved into a streak of brilliant silver light that flashed directly to the dying Elara's side. Her armored hands moved with a practiced, battlefield urgency as she pulled out a golden pill.

She forced the high-grade resuscitation pill down Elara's blood-stained throat, instantly channeling a massive, roaring torrent of her own raw mana into the pale woman's chest. "Hold on, sister! I am here! Breathe!" Kira commanded desperately.

The thick, black venom coursing through Elara's veins hissed loudly as Kira's pure energy forcefully fought to stabilize her failing organs. Elara gasped weakly, her eyelids fluttering as the medicine temporarily tethered her fleeing soul back to her body.

Terrified by the sudden display of legendary power, Queen Eleanor rushed forward with her face contorted in sheer panic. She grabbed the heavy iron chains binding Kael’s arms, ripping him back to the very edge of the volatile, bottomless chasm.

The Queen drew a glowing, jagged magical knife from her silk robes, pressing the humming blade deep into the soft flesh of Kael's neck. "Step back right now, Kira!" the Queen shrieked, her aristocratic composure completely vanishing into a desperate squeal.

"If your legendary magic touches a single stone tile in this courtyard, I will drop this trash to his absolute death!" she threatened. A thin line of crimson blood trickled down Kael’s throat as the jagged magical blade bit into his skin.

Elara, barely conscious on the damp bed, wept bitterly as she saw her only son held at the razor-edge of the terrifying, pitch-black maw. "No... please, Queen Eleanor... spare my boy," she begged, her weak voice cracking as she tried to raise her arms.

"Do not listen to her, Kira!" Kael roared through the thick mud and blood coating his face, his eyes burning with an unyielding fire. "Kill them all! Tear this entire palace down to the ground! Do not worry about my life anymore!"

"Shut up, you worthless animal!" Queen Eleanor screamed, tightening her grip on his hair and forcing his head further back over the endless void. The volatile black winds of the Abyssal Devouring Rift roared loudly beneath his body, hungry for his soul.

Sensing an inescapable threat as Kira ignored her warning and continued a furious, slow march forward, the Queen completely lost her mind. "Execute them! Kill the boy! Strike her down!" she commanded her elite royal executioners in pure terror.

But before the heavily armored guards could even raise their massive halberds, Kira turned her piercing gaze toward them with an expression of icy death. She released a crushing shockwave of raw telekinetic magic that rippled outward through the rain.

The pressure wave struck the guards with the force of a falling mountain, instantly shattering their armor and breaking their bones into splinters. They collapsed into the mud simultaneously, vomiting bright red blood without launching a single counter-attack.

"You insane traitor!" Queen Eleanor screamed, her knuckles turning completely white as she held the knife against Kael's bleeding throat. "The entire crown will see to your brutal, agonizing end! You will be hunted to the very ends of this earth!"

"Let them try," Kira coldly replied, her voice carrying a heavy resonance that caused the surrounding stone walls to crack. "Even if I draw my very last breath in this filthy courtyard today, I will finally avenge my legendary master."

Kira raised her massive broadsword, and a brilliant, blinding sphere of golden destruction began to form around the heavy steel blade. The immense magical density of her ultimate offensive spell caused the falling rain to instantly vaporize into thick steam.

Realizing she could not survive the incoming strike, the desperate Queen made a malicious decision to destroy everything. With a wild screech, she violently hurled Kael directly backward into the bottomless, roaring pit of the Abyssal Rift.

"Go to hell together!" the Queen shrieked, instantly pivoting her body and lunging toward the bed with her glowing knife aimed straight at Elara’s exposed throat. She wanted to ensure her final hostage was dead before Kira's spell hit.

Kira’s eyes widened in profound horror as she saw Kael vanish over the dark edge while the Queen moved to slaughter his helpless mother. Without a single moment of hesitation, she completely abandoned her offensive spell, letting the energy dissipate.

"No! Stop, you wicked monster!" Kira screamed, her voice cracking with a raw, agonizing panic that shook the damp walls of the pavilion. "Touch a single hair on her head, and I will tear your limbs apart with my bare hands!"

She lunged toward the edge of the chasm, her armored knees sliding across the slick stone as she reached her arms out into the darkness. "Kael!" she screamed, expending every single ounce of her internal life-force and remaining mana to cast an anchoring spell.

A thick, glowing chain of pure silver mana shot down into the pitch-black abyss, wrapping around Kael’s iron shackles just as he was disappearing. The immense, volatile gravity of the rift fought back instantly, tearing at Kira’s spiritual core.

"Hang on, Kael! Do not let go!" Kira roared into the black void, her teeth grinding together so hard they began to crack. "I swore an oath to your legendary father! I will not let these royal bastards destroy his bloodline today!"

The strain was entirely impossible for a normal human body to endure, causing blood to spray from Kira's eyes, nose, and mouth as her soul drained to empty. Her silver armor began to crack under the massive pressure of pulling his body out.

"Eleanor, you coward!" Kira spat through a mouthful of bright red blood, glaring back at the smirking Queen with absolute, murderous hatred. "If anything happens to this boy, there is no corner in this entire universe where you can hide from my wrath!"

Queen Eleanor stood on the wet stone steps a few yards away, a malicious, triumphant smirk slowly spreading across her blood-stained lips. She stopped her attack on Elara, choosing instead to watch her greatest enemy completely exhaust her power.

"Go on, save the boy, you stupid fool," the Queen mocked loudly, her hands already glowing with a lethal, dark purple counter-strike. She waited like a patient vulture for Kira's mana to hit absolute zero before launching the final, unblockable blow.