2025-12-29 08:13:17The Grand Plaza of Xylos was a sea of shimmering gold and oppressive heat. Thousands of citizens—from the terrified laborers of the Sinks to the sneering aristocrats of the Spires—had been forced to gather. Above them, floating holoscreens broadcast the scene to every corner of the city.
In the center of the plaza stood ten residents of Jaxen’s home sector, kneeling on a raised platform. Behind each prisoner stood a Valerius "Sun-Guard," their golden blades glowing with the heat of an executioner’s fire.
Lord Valerius stood on the high balcony of the Justice Hall, his voice amplified by mana-rich speakers that made the very air tremble.
"Citizens! This is the price of treason!" Valerius roared. "The boy you call Jaxen, a Null who bit the hand that fed him, has hidden like a rat. Since he will not face his judgment, his blood will pay for his cowardice. Guards! Prepare the blades!"
On the screens, Seraphina stood behind her father, her face a mask of pale stone. Her Golden Eye was darting across the crowd, searching for the one soul she could no longer see.
The executioners raised their swords. The crowd gasped, some turning away, others cheering for the "purification."
"Three..." Valerius counted.
"Two..."
"One..."
"Zero."
The word didn't come from Valerius. It came from the wind itself.
A sudden, violent shockwave of absolute silence slammed into the plaza. It wasn't a sound—it was the absence of it. In an instant, every light in the plaza—the streetlamps, the floating holoscreens, even the glowing golden blades of the executioners—flickered and died.
The sun-spears turned into useless sticks of gray glass.
"What is this?!" Valerius screamed, his voice no longer amplified as the speakers lost power.
A single figure stepped out of the shadows of a nearby alleyway. He wore a tattered black cloak that seemed to drink the sunlight, and his footsteps echoed with a heavy, metallic rhythm.
[System Notification: Entering Combat Zone.] [Enemy Count: 400 Sun-Guards, 1 Level 90 Mana-King.] [Void Storage: 20%. Status: Predatory.]
"Jaxen!" Seraphina whispered, her voice carrying in the eerie silence.
Jaxen didn't run. He walked. Every step he took caused the marble floor of the plaza to crack and turn black. The high-tier aristocrats in the front row tried to cast spells to stop him, but the fireballs and ice-shards simply dissolved the moment they reached his three-foot radius.
"You wanted the 'Null'?" Jaxen called out, his voice flat and terrifyingly calm. "I’m right here. But I didn't come to beg for their lives. I came to show you that your 'Sun' is nothing but a flicker in my dark."
"Kill him!" Valerius commanded, his face purple with rage. "All of you! Now!"
Fifty Sun-Guards charged at once, their armor flaring with solar energy. They moved like streaks of gold. Jaxen didn't even raise his hands.
[Skill Activated: Void Pulsar (Rank D).]
A ring of violet-black energy erupted from Jaxen’s chest. It hit the guards with the force of a collapsing building. Their expensive mana-armor didn't just break—it was unmade. The guards were thrown back like ragdolls, their mana-veins temporarily short-circuited by the sudden vacuum.
Jaxen reached the execution platform in five seconds. He looked at the lead executioner, a man who had once mocked him at the Academy.
"I remember you," Jaxen said. "You said a Null's blood was only good for fertilizer."
The executioner tried to swing his sword, but Jaxen caught the blade with his bare hand. The crystal shattered into a thousand pieces. Jaxen gripped the man’s throat and lifted him off the ground.
[Siphoning... +5% Void Storage.]
He tossed the husk of the man aside and turned to face the Justice Hall balcony. The entire city was watching the "trash" son-in-law standing over the broken bodies of the elite.
"Valerius!" Jaxen shouted, his eyes glowing with a blinding violet light. "You think you’re a god because you control the Core? Look at your guards. Look at your city."
Jaxen slammed his gauntleted fist into the platform beneath his feet.
[Skill: World-Siphon.]
Instead of taking mana into himself, he forced his Void energy into the city’s grid. It was like pouring ink into a glass of milk. The golden veins of mana running through the plaza turned a toxic purple. One by one, the expensive mana-jewels worn by the aristocrats began to explode, unable to handle the negative frequency.
The aristocrats screamed as their "status symbols" turned into shrapnel.
"I’m not a battery anymore," Jaxen said, his voice broadcast through the now-corrupted speakers. "I’m the fuse. And I just blew."
Seraphina looked down at the contract mark on her wrist. It was glowing a deep, dangerous purple. She felt Jaxen’s power—not as a burden, but as a cold, absolute authority.
"Father," she whispered, stepping back as Jaxen began to levitate, his cloak billowing like a storm cloud. "We didn't marry a slave. We invited an apocalypse."
Jaxen pointed a finger at Lord Valerius. "Hundred days, Valerius. That was the deal. But I think I’ll finish this in ten."
[System Notification: Level Up! Level 58.] [Public Face-Slap Complete: Reputation in Rust-Sinks +1000%. Fear in Spires: MAXIMUM.]
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