WHEN KINGS MAKE WAR
Chapter 117: When Kings Make War
The battle raged on.
Chaos and Order's clash distorted the sky, their divine might reshaping the battlefield itself. The ground cracked, space trembled, and mortals fought for survival amid gods.
But elsewhere—a different war had begun.
A shimmering portal opened within the deepest chambers of Eldoria's war halls.
Three figures stepped through.
Emperor Adrian Eldoria.
Duke Alistair Veyrin.
Duke Ragnor Grimthorne.
They did not hesitate.
The moment their feet touched the stone, they unleashed devastation.
Xelthar's capital, Noctis, stood as a fortress of defiance.
Its towers, adorned with dark banners, loomed over the kingdom like an iron fist. The air was thick with the scent of alchemical experiments, the very ground humming with unstable mana.
The Tyrant King, Veylor Xelthar, sat upon his obsidian throne, watching the war through an enchanted projection.
His lips curled into a cruel smirk.
"They think they can win," he murmured, swirling his wine. "Fools."
A general knelt before him. "Your Majesty, our forces are still holding, but—"
BOOM.
The castle shook violently.
Cracks spread through the enchanted walls, the very foundation trembling as a golden storm descended upon the capital.
Adrian Eldoria had arrived.
The Emperor hovered above the city, his aura an inferno of pure power. His golden eyes burned with an intensity unseen before, his draconic blood awakening in full.
He raised one hand.
And the sky turned black.
Annihilation Sigil: Judgement of the Sun.
A colossal sphere of molten energy formed above him, brighter than any sun, humming with a terrifying force.
The city's protective barriers activated instantly, layers upon layers of defensive enchantments flaring to life—
But it didn't matter.
The Emperor brought his hand down.
And the capital of Xelthar screamed.
Within the city, Xelthar's greatest warriors rushed to respond.
But they were met with monsters of their own kind.
Alistair Veyrin, his silver hair untouched by the chaos, strode forward like death incarnate. His Crimson Sigils burned across his arms, igniting his sword with a rune of absolute destruction.
He did not run.
He did not charge.
He simply walked.
And every enemy in his path died instantly.
His mana-infused blade severed reality itself, rending soldiers, buildings, and war machines alike into nothing.
Beside him, Duke Ragnor Grimthorne laughed.
Unlike Alistair, Ragnor was a storm of pure destruction.
His Titan's Resilience made him unbreakable, and his war axe shattered entire streets with every swing.
An army of five thousand Xelthar elites rushed them—the last line of defense before the palace.
Ragnor grinned.
"Five thousand?" he mused, rolling his shoulders. "I was hoping for more."
Then—he moved.
The earth cracked beneath his step.
The first hundred men died instantly.
The rest barely had time to scream.
Within the palace, Veylor Xelthar rose from his throne.
His smirk had vanished.
For the first time in decades, he felt something he had long forgotten.
Fear.
His capital was burning.
His armies were shattered.
And now—the Emperor himself descended upon his throne room.
Adrian Eldoria landed within the shattered palace, golden flames still flickering around him.
Alistair and Ragnor stepped in behind him, both untouched by the battle.
Veylor gritted his teeth, gripping his obsidian sword.
"…You wouldn't dare."
The Emperor tilted his head. "Wouldn't I?"
Veylor snarled. "You kill me, and the war will never end—"
Adrian raised his hand.
A golden sigil appeared.
The next second—
He was burnt to a crisp
The Tyrant King's throne was empty.
Back in Krevos, the battle continued.
Life fought against Order, her golden radiance clashing against the oppressive divine light that sought to erase everything.
Death clashed with Chaos, shadows and void colliding in an endless spiral of destruction.
And then—the tide shifted.
A new power arrived.
A massive golden aura erupted across the battlefield, forcing even Order to pause.
From the sky, a familiar figure descended.
Varian Drakos Eldoria.
The Headmaster had joined the war.
And as he landed beside the Vanguard, his gaze was unwavering.
"This ends today."