Chapter 485: A Traitor?
Amidst the eeriness of the dark hall, the atmosphere was heavy with tension and power.
The moment Rebecca’s icy blood projectiles honed in on Asher, he vanished, a mere whisper in the air, only to reappear behind her with the silence and swiftness of a shadow.
"What the hell do you think you are doing? Trying to kill your own king? Are you tired of your life already?" Asher’s voice, laced with disbelief and a chilling edge, filled the space between them. His dark yellow eyes burned with an intensity that could scorch souls, a cold light illuminating the darkness of the hall, yet he didn’t seem the least bit anxious.
Rebecca slowly turned, her movements measured and deliberate. The twisted smile that graced her lips was a stark contrast to the dark intent that clouded her expression, "People will only thank me even if they came to know that I killed our traitorous king. But all I care about is that I will just kill you and reanimate your corpse to make you bring Oberon back to me," she declared, her voice a chilling echo of her resolve.
"Have you truly gone mad?" Asher’s incredulity was palpable, his bafflement at her audacity and resolve filling the air between them.
"Mad? I have always been mad," she retorted, her words chilling the very air.
With a casual flick of her wrist, a staff as dark as the depths of space itself materialized in her grip, its icy blue gem glinting menacingly.
The air around them grew colder as she swiftly aimed the staff at Asher, unleashing a beam of dark blue energy at him. Instantly, frost began to rapidly consume him, his movements slowing to a crawl as if he was getting frozen while trying to shield himself, only to find himself slowed down significantly - transformed into nothing more than an ice sculpture.
A wicked smile graced Rebecca’s lips as she approached the frozen figure of Asher, "Now, I will make you suffer at least twice what you made him go through. I’ll kill off each of your organs, one by one until you are nothing but an empty husk. Then, I’ll use your undead body to destroy everyone you’ve ever cared for until those who are left would have no choice but to destroy whatever is left of you. After that, your soul will be purged in the depths of Tartarus, and by then, it will be too late as you regret the pain you made me endure," Her words hung in the air, a dark vow that resonated with the depth of her anguish and fury.
But the stillness that followed her words was shattered as the ice encasing Asher started to crack, the cracks spreading like spider webs across a frozen pond. His once lifeless eyes now gleamed a menacing emerald hue as ghostly tendrils of mist seeped outward. The sight caused Rebecca’s expression to sour as she reached out.
"Don’t bother trying," she scoffed, raising her staff to reinforce the ice, "I will just-"
*BOOOOM!!!*
Her words were cut short as an ear-shattering blast erupted from the ice prison, shattering it into a million glittering shards. A dark green light engulfed Asher’s body while shards of ice flew in every direction, and a blast of dark green energy erupted from within. Rebecca, caught off guard, was sent hurtling through the air like a ragdoll, slamming into the far wall with a sickening thud. Her staff clattered to the ground, just out of reach, while her gown was singed and the fabric burnt here and there.
Asher stepped out, free from his frozen prison. Skeletal structures, reminiscent of burnt black diamonds, formed his body; yet these bones pulsed with malevolent life, veined with vivid dark green flame. He stood tall, radiating pure power as he took one deliberate step after another, advancing on her, his steps echoing ominously on the cold marble floor, "You’ve made a grave mistake, you crazy bitch," his voice rumbled forth like thunder with an ominous grace, "You should have finished me off when you had the chance...when I was nothing but a helpless and soulless cripple," His bony fists clenched and unclenched, green energy crackling around them.
Rebecca coughed, wincing as she tried to push herself up, only to be shocked upon seeing him walking towards her with an aura that overwhelmed hers by a huge margin. Just a couple seconds ago, his aura was nowhere near this strong.
"Yaargh!" Rebecca’s guttural cry of rage filled the air as she forced herself to her feet, her body trembling with pain and fury. However, before she managed to reach her trusted staff, Asher lunged forward, launching his fiery ring-blade straight at her hand.
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