Chapter 1779: Chapter 1475: Althea going all out

Chapter 1779: Chapter 1475: Althea going all out



Althea vanished into the shadows, her form dissolving into the darkness that consumed the tent. Kael's crimson eyes scanned the room, searching for any sign of her, but she was gone, as if swallowed by the night itself.

A cold dread crept into his heart. He knew of the royal family's affinity for darkness magic, but to disappear without a trace was a feat he had never witnessed. He raised his hand, a sphere of crimson energy forming in his palm. He would not be caught off guard.

The sphere erupted, casting the tent in a crimson glow. Shadows retreated, revealing nothing. Yet, Kael knew better than to be deceived. He sensed her presence, a faint whisper in the darkness. With a growl, he hurled the sphere, the crimson light illuminating the tent once more.

There, in the far corner, a figure emerged from the shadows. Althea, her eyes glowing with an otherworldly light, stood poised for attack. Her dagger, imbued with darkness, glinted menacingly.

Kael lunged, his vampire speed propelling him forward. Althea vanished once more, reappearing behind him with a swiftness that defied human comprehension. Her dagger found its mark, sinking deep into his shoulder.

A howl of pain escaped Kael's lips, but his rage fueled him. He whirled, his claws extended, aiming for her throat. Althea dodged, her body a blur of motion. Their blades clashed, sparks flying in the dim light.

Each strike was a test of skill, speed, and endurance. Althea's mastery of darkness magic gave her an edge, but Kael's vampire physiology granted him unnatural strength and resilience. They were evenly matched, their battle a dance of life and death.

The tent was a battlefield, torn apart by their struggle. Furniture was shattered, bodies lay strewn across the floor, a testament to the ferocity of their combat. With each passing moment, the tension in the room grew palpable.

Althea delivered a powerful blow, her dagger sinking deep into Kael's shoulder. He roared in pain, but his grip on her dagger did not falter. With a superhuman effort, he twisted the blade, inflicting a deep wound on Althea's arm.

Blood flowed freely, staining the floor of the tent. But neither combatant showed any signs of weakness. They fought on, their bodies battered and bruised, their spirits unbroken.

The battle raged on, a titanic clash of wills and power. The outcome was uncertain, the balance of power shifting with each exchange.

Althea's eyes glowed with an intensity that was both terrifying and awe-inspiring. The air around her crackled with a dark, ominous energy, a fusion of lightning and shadow that had never been seen before. It was a power born of desperation, a last-ditch gamble that could either save her life or claim it.

With a cry that echoed through the shattered tent, she unleashed the storm. Dark lightning arced through the air, striking Kael with a force that shook the very foundations of the camp. It was more than lightning; it was a living, breathing entity, a creature of pure, destructive

energy.

Kael's vampire regeneration, a power that had sustained him through countless battles, faltered. The dark lightning tore through his flesh, searing his bones, and extinguishing the life force within him. He screamed in agony, his body convulsing as the darkness consumed him.

Althea stood amidst the wreckage, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She was injured, her body covered in wounds, but she was alive. She had defeated Kael, the leader of the rebellion, and saved the camp.

The battle was over, but the war was far from won. The enemy was still out there, regrouping, plotting their next move. But for now, Althea could allow herself a moment of triumph. She had faced down the darkness, and emerged victorious.