The Sinful Young Master - Chapter 324
Capítulo 324: A child of deity
As the deadly ice-like blades closed in on him, he raised both hands, and his power exploded outward. The silver lightning that surrounded him was not just light—it was pure energy drawn from the Voidwrath.
The Hailstorm Pincer met the Voidwrath’s silver colored energy and simply dissolved. The razor-sharp ice turned to steam, and the steam was blown away by winds that existed only in Jolthar’s mind.
Gales’s most deadly technique, the move that had killed dozens of opponents over the years, was swept aside like smoke.
“My turn,” Jolthar said quietly.
He gestured with his left hand, and Gales suddenly found himself lifted off the ground by invisible forces.
The mercenary struggled and cursed, swinging his sword at enemies he couldn’t see, but it was useless. Jolthar’s telekinetic power was like being grabbed by a giant’s fist.
With his right hand, Jolthar began to weave patterns in the air.
Where his fingers moved, the silver Voidwrath energy followed, creating shapes that hurt to look at directly. They were not quite symbols and not quite pictures, but something in between—the kind of marks that existed in the spaces between thoughts.
Gales felt the energy begin to work on him, and for the first time in many years, real fear crept into his heart.
The Voidwrath was not just attacking his body—it was reaching into his very soul, unmaking the connections that held him together as a living being.
Gales was much less optimistic about going against Jolthar, and he only thought they had a chance if he and Preeyonka fought together. Preeyonka was still nowhere, and it seemed like he underestimated Jolthar greatly.
“Wait,” Gales gasped, his earlier confidence completely gone.
“Wait, please. I was just following orders. I can leave; I can go far away and never come back.”
Jolthar’s expression did not change. “You killed innocent people today. Did any of them get a chance to beg for their lives?”
Jolthar simply just flicked his hands, dismissing the silver energy but not his hold on Gales.
“Wait, what are you doing to me?!”
He raised his hand and seized Gales with invisible force, lifting him into the air. With a swift, commanding gesture, he hurled him across the square—right into the center where everyone was present.
“AH!! Wh-“he opened his mouth but suddenly thrust towards the square.
Gales crashed to the ground at the feet of the drake. Jolthar’s telekinesis was so powerful, Gales had no hope of resisting.
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From the forest came a sound like breaking glass mixed with the roar of a waterfall. Preeyonka got out of the debris.
And as she got out of the debris, she shook herself of the dust and stared at the city; she couldn’t believe that Jolthar’s attack had that much effect on her. She was completely powerless against his grip and was simply thrown away.
She breathed in heavily and sighed, and then instantly her aura flared up like a flame.
Her hair now moved like living flame, and her green eyes glowed with an inner light that was both beautiful and terrible. The clothes she had worn were gone, replaced by what looked like armor made of crystallized moonlight. Most shocking of all, she showed no sign of injury despite having been thrown hard enough to shatter solid rock.
Her scars and bloodied wounds had vanished, as if they had never existed—completely healed.
Hovering above her, Jolthar narrowed his eyes. Her regeneration was far beyond what it should be. Even for a half-blood, that level of recovery was impossible.
“Surprised?” she called out to Jolthar, her voice now carrying harmonics that made people’s teeth ache. “You should have made sure I was dead, little boy.”
Preeyonka raised her hand, and she stretched her hand, and out of thin air, a long broad sword appeared in her hand. And at that moment, Jolthar saw it, the ring, the Strodem.
A storage ring possessed only by children of Deities, the Deivrutas.
“You are a child of deity?”
Preeyonka smiled, and her teeth were now as white as fresh snow and as sharp as daggers.
“Wow, how did you find out?” She wasn’t surprised but curious.
Jolthar didn’t reply, just stared at her.
She raised her hands, and the air around them began to twist and bend. A violent storm of energies wrapped around her, like something was awakening in her.
“We have underestimated you, boy,” she continued, her voice dropping to a whisper that somehow carried clearly to every corner of the square. “That pathetic Gales, he couldn’t last a few minutes. Now I’ll have to do all the killing myself.”
Jolthar stood perfectly still, but those with sharp eyes could see that the silver lightning around his hands was growing brighter and more complex. Patterns were forming in the energy, symbols that seemed to exist in more layers.
“You’re right about one thing,” he said, his voice carrying the same calm tone he had used when greeting little Mira. “I am more than I appear to be.”
The power that suddenly exploded from Jolthar was like nothing anyone in Tekkora had ever felt before.
His recent evolution had changed more than just his abilities. It had transformed the very essence of what he was. The chaos had influenced his very essence, which in turn changed the dynamics of his other powers.
The silver Voidwrath energy that surrounded him began to take on new colors—deep purples and blues that existed at the edges of sight and whites so pure they seemed to burn holes in empty air.
His telekinetic abilities, already formidable, now reached out to touch things that were not entirely physical.
“You shouldn’t mess with someone you can’t handle,” Jolthar said, and his words seemed to echo from everywhere at once.
Preeyonka’s confident smile began to fade as she felt the true extent of what she was facing. She had thought herself superior because of her divine heritage, but now she was beginning to understand that heritage alone was not enough.