The night lamps lit up, casting a warm glow over the city. The soft hum of the lights was like a gentle melody, and even those asleep were drawn out of their slumber to watch the spectacle. The residents nearby, who had been oblivious to the commotion, were now fully awake and gathered around the scene, their faces aglow with wonder.As the mages inside the Blue Tower caught wind of the commotion, they too emerged from the tower's entrance, their blue robes fluttering in the gentle breeze. Their faces were set in stern, disapproving expressions, but even their haughty air couldn't hide the hint of concern that crept into their eyes as they took in the scene before them.The group of mages, their faces set in determined lines, were about to launch a fierce attack. But just as they were about to strike, a figure emerged from the shadows, his blue robes a slightly darker shade than those of the mages."Wait," he commanded, his voice firm and authoritative. "Don't attack."The mages hesit
But my assumption was wrong. The person I was looking for finally emerged from the tower, his silver hair and silver eyes gleaming in the sunlight. Every aspect of him fit Emmanuel's description, from his piercing gaze to his chiselled features.Behind him, a sea of blue-robed magicians stretched out like a seemingly endless horizon. I counted more than a hundred in the first line alone, their eyes fixed on me with a mix of curiosity and suspicion.Among them, five mages stood out in dark blue robes, their attire a stark contrast to the brighter hues of their companions. My target, too, wore the same dark blue robe, his presence drawing my attention like a magnet.As I took in the scene, the magicians began to return my gaze, their eyes narrowing as they sized me up. It was clear that they were not here to make friends.Lucifer, the Grand Elder of the Blue Tower and Ruler of Sapphire City, surveyed the carnage before him with a calculating gaze. The dozens of unconscious magicians spr
It had been an eternity since I had unleashed the full fury of my domain, and yet, I found myself craving the sensation of absolute power. I didn't need to use this domain, but I wanted to demonstrate to these insolent mages the true extent of my authority.As I spoke the word "Kneel," the air seemed to vibrate with an otherworldly energy. The mages, once proud and defiant, now fell to their knees, their bodies ensnared by the crimson tendrils of my domain. The ground seemed to writhe and twist beneath them as if the very earth itself was rebelling against their insolence.The mages' auras, once a beacon of their power, now faltered and weakened, their heads spinning with the sheer force of my dominance. The air grew thick with the weight of their submission as if the very breath they drew was a reminder of their newfound servitude.The weaker mages, their bodies no match for the crushing pressure of my domain, began to vomit blood, their faces contorted in agony. Some of them, overwh
I chuckled, a dark and menacing sound, as I surveyed the unconscious form of Lucifer at my feet. "Weak," I muttered, shaking my head in disdain. These mages, once so proud and powerful, were no match for the sheer force of my will.Turning my gaze to the remaining mages, I could see the toll my aura had taken on them. Their faces were pale, their bodies trembling, as they teetered on the edge of consciousness. The pressure I exerted was too much for them to bear."My mana is running a little low," I mused a hint of amusement in my voice. With a casual flick of my wrist, I unleashed one final, devastating wave of pressure, watching as the mages succumbed to the overwhelming force, their bodies crumpling to the ground in a lifeless heap.Of course, they were still alive. They were just unconscious.The air was thick with the scent of fear and defeat, a testament to the sheer power I had wielded. I stood tall, my eyes scanning the scene with a sense of grim satisfaction. These mages had
As we rode through the rolling hills, the soft rustling of the leaves in the gentle breeze was the only sound that broke the silence. Roland, usually a man of unwavering confidence, hesitated, his words caught in his throat like a bird struggling to take flight.I opened my eyes, my gaze drifting from the window to Roland, my expression a mixture of curiosity and amusement. "Hmm?" I asked, my voice low and even, as if to encourage him to continue.Roland's face contorted in a mixture of embarrassment and frustration as he struggled to find the right words. His mouth opened and closed repeatedly, but no sound emerged. It was as if the words were stuck in his throat, refusing to be set free.Emmanuel, sensing Roland's discomfort, took a deep breath and spoke up, his voice steady and clear. "My lord, you did it, didn't you? The one who attacked the Tower was you?"Emmanuel's words hung in the air, a bold accusation that seemed to catch me off guard. I turned my gaze towards the young man
As I stepped out into the bustling streets of the capital, I couldn't help but feel a prickle of awareness at the back of my neck. It was as if unseen eyes were watching my every move, cataloging my presence for some unknown purpose.Sure enough, as I wove through the throngs of people, I caught glimpses of figures lurking in the shadows, their gazes fixed intently upon me. These were no ordinary citizens, but rather a network of informants, each one beholden to their respective masters within the city's intricate web of power.While their curiosity was understandable, given the rarity of a carriage entering the capital, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of unease. Were they simply gathering information, or did they harbor more sinister intentions? The thought of unwanted complications arising from my presence here weighed lightly on my mind.I quickened my pace, my senses heightened as I navigated the labyrinthine streets, ever mindful of the unseen eyes that followed my every step.
I sat down at the table, trying to appear as nonchalant as possible. Horn sat down across from me, his eyes fixed on mine with an unnerving intensity. As Horn sat across from me, his eyes gleaming with excitement, he exclaimed, "I can't believe you were really invited by the princess to attend the party!" The sudden topic caught me off guard, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of surprise.It seemed that the news had spread like wildfire, reaching even the commoners. I had thought that only a few high-ranking nobles knew about the invitation, but it seemed that Horn was also aware of it. The thought was unsettling, as it meant that my presence in the city had already been known. If Horn knew about it, then it was likely that many others did as well.I tried to compose myself, trying to appear nonchalant despite the growing unease inside me. "Yes, it's true," I said, trying to sound casual. "The princess invited me to attend the party."Horn's eyes lit up with excitement, and he le
Horn had, in effect, saved the man from a catastrophic outcome, and yet, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of fear. Had he really done the right thing by intervening?Would Ethan turned his anger to him?Ethan despised such frivolous displays of power and privilege more than anything else. Some may have labelled him a demon or a devil, but the truth was far more nuanced. It wasn't that Ethan engaged in outright evil acts; he wasn't like many nobles who toyed with the lives of commoners, nor did he indulge in the vices of women or drugs.No, Ethan's vice lay in his propensity for destruction. When the urge to demolish took hold, he would become consumed by it, losing himself in the throes of his compulsion. In one such episode, he had accidentally taken the lives of several nobles, his mind clouded by the red mist of rage.It was a burden Ethan carried, a dark self that haunted his every waking moment. He knew that his actions, though unintentional, had caused immeasurable pain and s