Chapter 129 A snap
The first time Henry had felt fear was when he found himself amidst the chaos of the barbarian war, his first day in this world. Now, he tasted fear once more, feeling utterly powerless in front of the mage before him, who managed to block his last attack that overloaded his body.
Henry's conscious was slipping away, the battle cries of his soldiers being drowned by his weak state. However, the old mage's voice pierced through the encroaching darkness, maybe because he was right in front of him or maybe because he was destined to hear his killers voice - "I didn't think that I would be using the Angel's grace here."
"I will make you pay for this... No, your worthless life is not even a cent of how much I have paid for this treasure...for this single Angel's grace" - The old man seethed, his eyes filled in anger - "Yes...I will sell your soul for this, maybe that can fetch some amount." Through his dizzy consciousness, Henry watched as the old man's hands glowed red once more and flashing before his eyes, fingers piercing his shoulders and forcing Caelum to drop helplessly to the ground. There was no more fire covering the sword or his body, making the king completely defenseless. The overload of energy that had coursed through his body led Henry's nerves to be injured and unable to feel pain. Because of that, Henry looked deeply into the old man's eyes and sneered. This made the old mage even angrier. "It's seems like you are having fun, huh?" - the old man spat, fury dripping from his tone - "Let's see if you can keep that smile. I am not a mage that deals with souls, but I still know a thing or two."
The man twisted his fingers into Henry's shoulders, a scream almost leaving the king's lips. It was a pain that transcended his physical body, burning the very essence of his being. Henry felt like cattle marked by hot iron or even a blacksmith with arms submerged in the furnace's flame.
"Wait!"- the old man pleaded, trying to stop the woman from coming closer, taking a few steps back - "I can share it with you! I can share the treasure with you, so don't kill me!" "Who said I want some kind of treasure, you bastard from the Kost Family?" - Luna's voice was as chilling as a ghost's whisper, a warning that no matter what he said, his actions had sealed his fate - "I came to this freezing place in search of my breakthrough opportunity. Then, while I was working on my research, some kind of weak magic attack disrupted my chain of thought and made my house explode again. There is no treasure that can save you."
Under the old man's desperate gaze, Luna raised her hand - "Now, I think you should just die" - she declared, snapping her fingers. In an instant, the old man's body exploded, as if a grenade had been buried deep into his body. It became a large puddle of blood.
"Well, I finished reading that book. Can you give me another one?" - Luna turned her eyes to the surprised king, before adding, a little embarrassed - "Also, can you ask your men to rebuild the house? It seems like it exploded again."
The dumbstruck Henry flashed a smile that wanted to say - "Sure!" - However, before he could utter a sound, his conscious entered a dark place, unable to hear the victorious sound of his soldiers.