Chapter 40 Assault On The Capital 12: Dragon And The Knight



The air crackled with tension as Kaid, now consumed by the dark magic of his haunting armor, faced off against Livian, a powerful mage determined to rein in his berserk fury. The streets around them bore the scars of their previous clash, with debris scattered and windows shattered, a testament to the sheer force they had unleashed.

Kaid's armor radiated an ominous aura, a swirling darkness that seemed to devour the light around him. His eyes glowed a fierce red, like two fiery embers burning within the depths of his helm. He moved with an unnatural speed, his steps heavy yet agile, each movement carrying the weight of his menacing intent. His blade, the very embodiment of his magic, gleamed with a malevolent energy, a weapon forged from his determination to overcome any obstacle.

Livian stood her ground, her presence a stark contrast to Kaid's raging onslaught. Her stance exuded calm confidence, her long hair dancing in the wind as if in tune with the currents of magic that surrounded them. She wore an expression of focused determination, her eyes sharp and unwavering as she readied her own magic.

Kaid lunged forward with a ferocious roar, his blade cutting through the air with a haunting sound. "Die!" he bellowed, the distorted quality of his voice adding an eerie layer to the chaos.

Livian's response was swift and precise—a burst of lightning magic that crackled towards Kaid, seeking to intercept his advance. The lightning struck the ground with a powerful jolt, creating a blinding flash that briefly obscured their figures.

As the smoke cleared, Kaid emerged unscathed, his armor seemingly absorbing the lightning's impact. His form blurred as he closed the distance between them, his blade aimed at Livian's heart. With a deft movement, Livian summoned a barrier of swirling water to intercept his strike, the clash of elements sending steam billowing around them.Updated from novelbIn.(c)om

Kaid's relentless assault continued, his strikes coming in rapid succession, each one an attempt to breach Livian's defenses. She met his attacks with a calculated precision, her spells a symphony of water and lightning that wove a protective web around her. Despite the onslaught, she remained calm, her movements measured and efficient.

Their battle became a dance of magic and steel, a collision of opposing forces that sent shockwaves rippling through the air. Livian's spells were a testament to her mastery—water twisting and shaping into walls of defense, lightning streaking like serpents to intercept Kaid's blade. And yet, Kaid's haunting armor seemed inexhaustible, his relentless drive pushing him through every obstacle.

With a mighty swing, Kaid summoned a whirlwind of dark magic that tore through Livian's defenses, knocking her back with a fierce gust. She landed gracefully, her expression unyielding as she channeled her magic once more. As Kaid lunged again, she responded with a surge of electricity that arced through the air, striking him with a powerful shock.

For a moment, Kaid's armor flickered, the red glow in his eyes dimming. It was a fleeting sign of his humanity beneath the darkness. Livian saw her chance and conjured a torrent of water, encasing Kaid's armor in an icy prison. The cold seemed to sap the malevolent energy from his form, his struggles becoming more desperate.

But then, with a roar that seemed to shake the very foundations of the street, Kaid shattered the ice, emerging with renewed ferocity. His armor seemed to pulse with an even greater intensity, and his strikes became faster, stronger, as if fueled by an insatiable hunger for power.

As the sun began to set, casting a warm glow across the ravaged street, Livian extended a hand to Kaid once more. "Come on, let's get you back to safety. We have a lot to discuss."

Kaid looked at her hand, then met her eyes with a hint of a grateful smile. With her help, he pushed himself to his feet, his steps unsteady but resolute.

The cool breeze rustled through the debris-strewn roads, carrying with it an aura of suspense. Amid this atmosphere of uncertainty, a solitary figure strode confidently down the desolate street toward the looming castle at the heart of the capital.

The man's steps were deliberate, each footfall echoing like a distant drumbeat. His attire was simple yet exuded an air of mystery—an ankle-length dark coat that billowed softly with his movements. A well-worn scarf concealed the lower half of his face, leaving only his intense eyes visible, their irises a piercing shade of sapphire.

He came to a halt, his gaze locked on the imposing castle. The silence hung heavy, disrupted only by the faint sound of his breath mingling with the rustling of the breeze. Then, in a voice that seemed to carry a weight of history, he spoke—his words a command that cut through the quiet night.

"Come out."

As if summoned by his call, a cloaked figure emerged from the shadows, materializing with an almost ethereal grace. The moonlight caught the glint of steel hidden beneath the folds of their cloak. This was no ordinary encounter; it was a meeting of individuals who held secrets that danced on the edge of the unknown.

The cloaked figure stepped forward, their own aura of intrigue shrouded in darkness. A soft chuckle escaped from beneath their hood, carrying a note of amusement. "So you're back in the city, I see. Welcome back, 3rd ranking S-ranker of the Union."

The man in the dark coat raised an eyebrow, his eyes narrowing slightly as he regarded the cloaked figure. "You always did have a way of knowing things you shouldn't."

The cloaked figure let out a low laugh, a mixture of amusement and something deeper—an understanding that hinted at shared experiences. "It's a gift, some might say. Or perhaps just a result of being deeply involved in the currents of this world."

The moonlight played tricks on their faces, casting fleeting shadows and highlighting the cryptic smiles that played at the corners of their lips. In this moment, the street seemed to hold its breath, as if the very city was watching this exchange unfold.

"You didn't come here for small talk," the man in the dark coat said, his tone shifting from curiosity to a quiet intensity. "What do you want?"

The cloaked figure laughed softly letting out a hint of overconfident joy. "Why, your head of course."