Chapter 58 The Blood Whispers

As I made my way through the opulent palace halls, I couldn't help but marvel at the sheer extravagance of it all. The floors were made of gleaming marble, and the walls were adorned with intricate tapestries and gilded accents. It was a stark contrast to the humble village I had grown up in.

As I rounded a corner, I noticed a group of knights gathered in a nearby alcove. At first, I didn't think much of it, assuming they were simply discussing some matter of importance. But as I drew closer, I realized that their behavior was rather suspicious.

They were speaking in hushed tones and glancing around furtively. It was clear that they were up to something, and I couldn't help but feel a twinge of concern. I knew I needed to investigate further, so I hesitated for a moment before slowly edging closer to them, trying to remain inconspicuous.

As I approached the group of knights, I realized I needed to remain hidden if I hoped to overhear their conversation. I ducked behind a nearby corner and listened intently to their hushed tones.

"I can't believe we're actually going through with this," one of the knights muttered.

"Quiet, you fool," another hissed. "We can't risk anyone overhearing us."

"But what about the black magic bowl?" a third knight interjected. "Are we really going to use it?"

"Yes," the first knight replied, his voice low and determined. "We need every advantage we can get if we're going to overthrow the king."

The mention of black magic sent a shiver down my spine.

I leaned in closer, trying to make out more of their words. But just then, one of the knights glanced in my direction, and I quickly backed away, heart racing with fear, "shit!" I muttered.

Trying to overhear more of their conversation, my foot accidentally brushed against a loose stone on the ground. It clattered against the marble floor, and I froze in time, realising that I had been discovered.

Suddenly, one of the knights spun around, his eyes locking onto my hiding spot. "Get him!" he shouted, drawing his sword and pointing it in my direction.

Panic seized me, and I knew that I had no other choice but to come out and show myself. I stepped out from behind the corner, hands raised in surrender.

The knights surrounded me, their weapons drawn and pointed at my throat. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as I tried to steady my breathing and remain calm.

"What are you doing here?" one of the knights demanded, his voice harsh and unforgiving.

"I was just passing through," I stammered, trying to keep my voice steady. "I didn't mean to intrude."

But the knights weren't convinced. They continued to eye me suspiciously, their swords still at the ready. I knew that I was in deep trouble and that I needed to come up with a plan fast if I was going to get out of this alive.

But nothing was on my mind, so I did what I had to do, "fuck it!"

I raised my left hand's finger and felt how pulse was flowing through my veins, "fucker!" I focused on the first knight in front of me, 'this will hurt!' I thought while lifting the corners of my lips.

I felt the knight's blood circulating inside his body and around his heart, it was beating faster than mine. With moving my finger to the left and down, I stopped the blood flow to his heart, the knight fell down on the ground with an unbearable pain in his chest. A second later he started bleeding from everywhere. His wounds closed by themselves, but I could still feel the flow of blood inside him. 'This will do the trick for now.'

But my satisfaction was short-lived. The other three knights rushed to his side, trying to help him, but it was clear that something was seriously wrong.

"What's happening to him?" one of the knights asked, his voice laced with concern.

"I don't know," another replied, trying to help the fallen knight to his feet. "He's in so much pain."

pαndα`noνɐ1--сoМ The knight on the ground continued to writhe and cry out, clearly struggling to understand what was happening to his body. It was a pitiful sight, and I couldn't help but feel a twinge of relief. I hadn't meant for things to go this far, 'eh whatever.'

But as I looked at the other three knights, rushing to help their fallen comrade, I couldn't help but slyly smile. I knew exactly what I had done to cause this, and I knew that I had the upper hand now.

The other knights were too focused on their fallen comrade to notice my expression, and I quickly composed myself, trying to appear innocent.

It was a funny view and I couldn't help but feel a rush of power surging through my veins. The ability to control and manipulate the blood of other people was truly incredible. I felt invincible, unstoppable, as if nothing could stand in my way. The other knights looked up at me in awe and fear, their faces filled with both admiration and dread. It was a heady feeling knowing that I had the power to control the very forces of nature with just a flick of my hand. In that moment, nothing could stand in my way, "I should at least leave one alive…" and as I looked at the three, pathetically trying to help their friend, I lifted my hand and focused on the one on the left. With my hand, I felt how his veins were not only clogged with blood but also stuck together, creating a barrier between me and him that would have stopped any time.

As I moved closer, he flinched from the pain as I grasped both arms and gently pulled until I could feel his bones grinding against each other under my fingers.

"Aaah!" He screamed and thrashed about violently while still stuck in place, but even though I was as strong as ever before, it was a struggle to pull him free and let him fall onto the ground. But I did, and as he fell, he struggled for air, coughing up blood. His body looked so horrible, bloodied by his own efforts to move while trapped inside an immobile chest cavity. It made me sick.

"With this, I will easily be able to take Hector down…" I looked at his friends on the right, "well, well…" Their eyes wide open and filled with horror as their faces lost the colour, "so… which one of you will live?" I squatted down to their level, examining my small objects on the ground.