Rivers of the Night - Chapter 668

Chapter 668: Carnage

BOOM. BOOM. BOOM.

The Mana in the air shook with wild abandon, the spirits of four Echoes forming around Theron in torrents. It didn’t just look like he was controlling rivers in the air, but as though beasts of legend were swimming through them as well.

The light in his eyes was so bright it looked as though they had completely morphed into orbs of blinding indigo, shimmering like their own skies of dusk.

Theron slammed his fists together, raising his head to the skies and inhaling.

Half of his river was sucked into his mouth, Mana in quantities the likes of which could only be measured in terms of the vastness of the sky poured into his body, and yet his Core was akin to an unfathomable abyss.

Chi.

Something burst, and the air exploded with Dark Mana.

Using his Void Cores, Theron converted half of this Water Mana directly into Dark Mana.

Slowly, he pulled his fists apart, and the rivers formed rotating figure eights in the skies that slowly blended into one.

The air shook.

As they moved, the paleness of Theron’s face only grew deeper. As though all the blood of his body was being slowly drained away, a suffocating presence of fatigue layering into his psyche, the fusion only grew more perfect until they snapped into one.

Theron’s aura completely changed, his Void Cores snapping into one within his dantian.

SHUU! SHUU! SHUU!

At that moment, it felt like all the Mana in the air was completely under Theron’s control, what Ice Mana there was being co-opted and forcefully converted into more Water Mana.

He took a step through the air, his body shuddering with might and power.

Kill.

Theron’s arm shook before it stabilized, the tip of his father’s short sword growing as stable as a mountain.

He drew it across the air. Everywhere it passed, his rivers of Dark Water Mana fused into it, concentrating into a blade that severed the skies.

Theron raised his sword high into the skies, the clouds splitting as storm clouds roared. The density of Water Mana was increasing so swiftly that it was no longer snowing.

It was raining.

A chill pervaded the air, the rain starting from a drizzle, then becoming a heavy peppering, before swiftly turning into a relentless downpour.

Tsunami-like winds picked up, cracks of thunder and flashing lightning peeling across the darkening clouds.

Theron was commanding the very skies themselves, and for a moment, a new comprehension of Galethunder flickered in the depths of his mind.

It was subtle, but the moment he grasped onto the faintest edge, it was as though his Mandates had taken on a completely different character to them.

This feeling vanished as quickly as it came, his Mandates reverting to their original state.

But it was enough.

Theron slashed down.

The blade covered over a kilometer, flashing across the plains of the Hall, leveling buildings and taking lives.

Carnage, destruction, an absolute, relentless pursuit of dominance.

Theron didn’t care to protect anyone. If Lyrah didn’t rush over to use her own body as a shield for Lyra, she too would have died.

Since the mother-daughter pair had no interest in standing by his side, he wouldn’t waste the extra effort to keep their lives intact—not when it would put him in danger.

Too few survived the strike.

As wide as it was, it was too powerful, too strong.

Those that had managed to survive the launch of the palace’s roof were already disoriented and weakened. Such a thing had easily weighed as heavy as a mountain.

How could they know that the moment they survived one tragedy, they would be faced with another?

Theron pulled his short sword back as it thrummed with life, his wrists trembling beneath the strain. But even with his breath becoming heavy and his chest heaving, he stood tall.

Matriarch Hall slid to a stop, her forearms crossed over her body, blood drizzling down the cuts in her robes.

She couldn’t remember the last time she was cut. It had been so long since she entered the Dome of Heaven Realm, and not a single person had deemed it necessary to fight her since. She only came across people who respected her too much, or others who had made it their life’s goal to make it to this realm and didn’t find risking that life worthwhile now.

But she was actually cut…

By a Gold Mancer.

The realization filled her with humiliation and fury.

The dust of the region settled down, and the sight of Theron being surrounded by roaring indigo rivers unveiled itself once more. He looked tired, his face as pale as snow and his limbs trembling in an effort to remain standing.

Controlling so much Mana was definitely a large part of his strain, but an even larger part was using the Dagger Call Platform to suppress both the Nightingale Ancestor Bird and Matriarch Hall at once.

There was only so far his soul could be stretched.

Theron thought about summoning the Alpha and accepting the fact he would be hunted down by the world after all of this, but he rejected the idea. It wasn’t because he was afraid to be hunted, but instead because it wouldn’t be worth it.

The Alpha was too weak for this battle. It had managed to make it to the higher Gold Mancy Realms, but it was still an Arcane Beast. Theron had surpassed it by too much.

There was only going to be one way out of this.

Himself.

Theron suddenly raised his dagger.

CLANG!

Macie’s body half appeared out of a void of darkness, half her face forming of black fog, and the other half looking real and corporeal.

She had managed to catch up, but her sneak attack had failed.

Theron took a single step back, but his arm bulged with power, and he only used it for leverage to surge forward.

BANG!

Macie’s spear nearly flew out of her hand.

Theron was about to follow up when his pupils constricted.

He slammed his blades together in a cross, the rivers around him churning together into a shield.

Matriarch Hall burst right through it as though it was nothing but paper, fury painting her eyes.