Chapter 121: Sudden Change Of Plans

Chapter 121: Sudden Change Of Plans



Now, Hazerion was thrust into a battle for the throne against his beloved brother because his people believed in him. He couldn't abandon them without disgracing his father's legacy. He had hoped that once the duel between the generals concluded, he could lose his match to his brother and die with the least disgrace possible.

He was confident that his brother, a genius, would find a way to deal with the darkness once he was gone.Rêađ latest cha/p/ters on no/v/e/l(b)in(.)c/o/m

But part of him felt guilty for wanting to die and leave it all behind. He saw how desperately his people clung to life, hoping he would save them, while he was ready to throw his own life away. So, he sought another way to grow stronger, which led him to seek tRestriat. Ironically, he needed to become an overlord before the question of his worthiness could even be considered.

In the end, he was conflicted.

There was no way out, no answer in sight, and he was gradually losing his will to live, though he hid it well. Questions about his progress in getting stronger only felt like jabs, deepening this feeling even further.

Hazerion's hands slowly clenched into fists, his gaze hardening as he processed the guard's words. The conflicted emotions that had been visible moments ago were now replaced with a serious expression.

"How many of them?" Hazerion asked, his voice firm, though there was an

Undeniable touch of anger.

"Thousands, my lord," the guard answered, rising to his feet. "They came without warning, overwhelming the outer defenses. The city is in chaos."

Kaelan stepped forward, "My lord, we need to act quickly. The defenses within the city won't hold for long against the force of his generals along with an army of that size."

Hazerion nodded, his expression darkening as he considered the dire situation.

"Sound the alarm. Mobilize every available rider. We need to push them back before they reach the inner walls."

a split second. She blinked, trying to make sense of what she had sensed.

"How odd..."

"I sense a time anomaly..."

"Is it him? Did he really..."

...

Kaelan quickened his pace but refrained from running at full speed within the halls of his lord's home.

Passing by maids and guards, he eventually reached the citadel's massive doors and pushed them open. The sight that awaited him was anything but chaotic.

His eyes immediately fell on the other generals standing in the corridor, all their gazes fixed on Hamerion. Hamerion stood on the head of one of his dragon generals, a black drake who was in their dragon form and hovering in the air. Surrounding him were his nine other generals, along with both riders and riderless lesser dragons, all hovering in the air as well. Hamerion, their lord, had long black hair held together by a hairpin, pair of golden horns curved upwards, with some strands at the front streaked with silver. He wore robes of white, black, and gold, with golden accessories. His golden dragon eyes were sharper than Hazerion's, and the aura around him commanded respect. His shoulders were squared, his chest out, and the emotionless look on his face further enhanced his commanding presence.

It was clear to anyone without needing to be told that the man standing before them was more of an Overlord than the lord they currently served.

Hamerion spoke, his voice more commanding than his brother's. "It seems you've all gathered. Good. All that remains now is my useless brother."

Vaelor boiled with anger, the earth beneath him heating up, nearly melting as he responded.

"How dare you speak that way abo-"

"Watch your tone, Ember-Void, or else I'll send you to meet your ancestors. I'm here for my brother. The rest of you should stay out of this-"

"Oh, is that so? What special occasion could possibly drive you to run to my home like this, brother?" A voice echoed behind Vaelor and the others, causing all of them to turn their heads to the source.