Chapter 743 It's Finally Time

Chapter 743 It's Finally Time

The dead of night draped the land in a heavy cloak of darkness, the only sounds the distant howling of beasts and the subtle, rhythmic shifting of the earth beneath the underground chamber. The air was thick with tension and the weight of secrecy as Lysandra, cloaked in deep shadow, stood before a gathered council of vassal kings, chieftains, and leaders, each of them draped in their dark battle armor, their eyes cold and full of resolve. They had gathered here for one purpose: to strike down Drakar and claim their victory, no matter the cost.

Lysandra's fiery, dark red eyes gleamed with a dangerous brilliance as she spoke, her voice cold and commanding, "It's time," she said, her gaze sweeping over the room. "We first assassinate those who may be loyal to Drakar or those who fear him too much. I've already tasked some of our women to drug them to sleep. It should be easy to take them down. But the most important part of our plan is cutting off Drakar's head before dawn breaks. Before he has a chance to alert his army, we strike. If we do this, the war will be ours. There will be no more bloodshed. We'll win this swiftly."

A murmur of agreement passed through the group, but one voice rose in concern. "But what about the Dragonblood Knights, Your Majesty?" one of the leaders asked, a look of doubt on his face. "He has twenty of them—twenty of the strongest warriors next to him. They always stand guard near him. They are the most loyal to Drakar, and they follow the crown, not the kingdom. They'll never let us get close."

Lysandra's expression darkened, but her eyes remained sharp. She furrowed her brows as she glanced around the room, her voice unwavering, "Like we discussed before, I will ensure that Drakar is alone, vulnerable. I will strike him down before the Dragonblood Knights can react. Once he is dead, they will follow me and won't care what happened."

The room fell silent for a moment as the plan settled into the minds of the men and women gathered, all of them nodding in agreement, their expressions grim but determined.

"We will make sure to get you to that bastard as fast as possible, Your Majesty!" another leader said fervently, his voice filled with the resolve of a man who had seen too much war to turn back now.

Lysandra gave a curt nod, her lips curling slightly into a cold smile, "We will fight for our people. If we survive this, my kingdom and I will never forget the sacrifices you all have made. Now, let's move forward."

"YAAR!!"

A unified war cry erupted from the group as they dispersed to prepare for the coming battle, their voices echoing through the chamber. But Lysandra lingered for a moment, her gaze scanning the room as a feeling of unease crept into her thoughts. She couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. Where is Rhygar? she thought, her eyes narrowing. He promised to return quickly. Why hasn't he come back yet? Normally, that sick thing would never leave her side, especially not during such a critical moment.

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The blood moon hung high in the sky, its eerie red glow casting an unnatural light across the slumbering yet massive Draconis Kingdom. The once-proud spires and towering castles were cloaked in darkness, the streets eerily quiet, as if the city itself held its breath in anticipation of the carnage that was unfolding beneath its silent surface.

The glow from the moon turned everything it touched a sickly shade of crimson, bathing the city in an unsettling, almost unnatural light.

Inside the kingdom's noble mansions and brothels, the peaceful slumber of some of the wealthy was violently interrupted by the sharp hiss of blades cutting through flesh. Muffled sounds echoed within the opulent walls, the cold steel finding its mark with precision, as lives were quietly snuffed out. Noblemen, women, and their servants fell one by one, their final gasps of air barely audible as they collapsed onto luxurious carpets, their blood staining the fine fabrics beneath them.

But outside, there was no hint of the bloodshed. The streets remained untouched by the slaughter taking place behind closed doors. Guards, servants, and bystanders walked past unaware, their lives continuing as if nothing had changed. The chaos within the homes of the kingdom's elite went unnoticed by the world around it.

The only sign of unrest came in the form of Lysandra and her silent, deadly group, moving with purpose, their dark cloaks barely rustling in the night air. They had come for Drakar—and they knew his days were numbered.

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The cold stone walls of the royal palace felt like a tomb. The corridors were devoid of life, and the only sounds that filled the air were the muffled footsteps of the men in Lysandra's company. They moved swiftly and quietly after coming in through a secret entrance with their queen's guidance, their eyes set on their target. Lysandra's fiery red eyes burned with a deadly, controlled fury. The anticipation of this moment , something she had been waiting for over a century, coursed through her veins, but she didn't let it show.

She wasn't here for a fight—she was here for a reckoning. Remembering the painful events that took place within this very palace only hardened her resolve. There was no turning back now.

The air in the chamber grew colder as they neared a certain chamber. "You little bastard, what is that you wanted to show me in the middle of the night after bringing me here in such secrecy? There is nothing here. You better tell me the truth before I have you flogged a thousand times," Drakar's irritated voice echoed from within followed by Rhygar's trembling voice, "Apologies, Father! Please just give me a few more moments, and it will be here."

Lysandra stopped before the heavy wooden door, her heart steady and her grip tightening around the hilt of her dagger, the dark red handle gleaming in the dim light. She signaled her men to step back, then, with the quiet ease of a seasoned warrior, she thrust the door open with a force that echoed through the room.