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Chapter 287 Two Orders (To Rescue and To Kill)
Chapter 287 Two Orders (To Rescue and To Kill)
To subdue the Obsidians, to prove himself not only as the ruler of the Dragon Empire but the one force capable of conquering even the gods' will. Did he not have the means? Did he not have the might, the resources, and the favor of his people? He was Drakos Valyrian, the Dragon Emperor.
The gods themselves would stand with him when he brought the Obsidians to heel.
Above all else, Drakos was consumed by the thought of Emberly herself. Her spirit, her beauty, her fiery pride—it infuriated him, yes, but it also drew him in like a moth to flame. He wanted her under his heel, wanted her to acknowledge his dominance, to belong to him in every way imaginable.
When this was over, when the dust of their conflict settled, she would be his.
The Obsidians would be reduced to ashes, but Emberly... she would kneel before him, a prize to be claimed, a trophy of his ultimate victory.
He will ask gods that, to give her to him for the help he had served—his prize when it all ended.
Drakos' lips curled into a dark smile as he leaned back on his throne. Very well. If Seraphina's defiance had set this chain of events in motion, then so be it. He would do what needed to be done. The gods might had warned him, they will grant him a favour if he helped on the extermination of Obsidians, and they could not stop him.
They desired obedience, and he had that for them, for he had accepted his fate, a mortal who couldn't rival the will of the divine but accept to shine under it's brilliance!
They would witness his triumph and bow before to their will, just as in the end the Obsidians would bow to gods as though they were broken marionettes
And Emberly? Drakos allowed himself one moment of satisfaction as he imagined her, finally subdued, looking up at him with none of that insufferable pride—only submission.
Yes, when it all ended, he would have her too. And his beloved and unfilial daughter had offered this possibility wat too easily on her a sliver platter thanks to her disobedience.
In the Dragon Imperial Court as the chaos erupted, he smiled with cruelty.
"Zed! Get her!" Drakos roared, his voice filled with unbridled "fury."
Imperial guards materialized from the shadows of the court, their movements sharp and coordinated. They moved to surround Seraphina, who staggered weakly, her steps faltering. Blood dripped from the ceremonial dagger in her hand, the scarlet stain marking her severed Valyrian bloodline.
The act had left her drained, and she was barely standing.
The court watched in stunned silence. The only thing keeping Seraphina conscious was the hidden strength of her Star Dragon bloodline—a secret that even Drakos did not know.
"Don't you dare touch my child, Zed!"
A sudden, fierce voice broke the tense silence. Astrid, the Empress, who had been silent until now, rose from her seat with unyielding fury. Her words struck the court like thunder, freezing the imperial guards in their tracks.
"What..." Drakos began, his words faltering as he stared at Astrid.
But then, something far more terrifying occurred.
From above the ceiling, a dark, colossal hand began to materialize. It was like the shadow of a primordial god, vast and formless, its edges shimmering with eldritch power. The hand loomed above the throne room, spreading an overwhelming presence that silenced the room entirely. It was as though time itself had paused, the air thick with dread.
The court stood frozen, unable to move, speak, or even breathe. The dark hand descended in utter silence, its shadow enveloping Seraphina. Before anyone could react, it wrapped around her like a protective shroud and vanished as swiftly as it had appeared.
When time resumed, Seraphina was gone.
"WHO DARES!" Drakos bellowed, his voice shaking the very foundations of the empire.
Silence. Not even the whispering nobles dared respond.
"I ASKED, WHO DARES!" Drakos roared again, his fury unmatched. Yet the empire, which had been silenced by his power, could offer him no answers.
"Zed!" the Emperor barked. "Search every corner of the empire and find her! Kill anyone who stands in your way!"
The High General bowed, his face impassive, but before he could act, Drakos sent a private message directly to his mind: "Kill her if she resists."
Seraphina had defied him beyond forgiveness. If she sought sanctuary with the Obsidians, he would end her himself. She was no longer his bloodline, and she would not be allowed to strengthen his greatest enemies.
"How far are you willing to go, Drakos?" Astrid's voice cut through the heavy air. She strode out of the throne room, her anger burning brighter than the Emperor's. "If anything happens to my daughter..." She left her warning unspoken, but the weight of it hung heavily in the room.
Drakos stared after her, his rage burning like an inferno, but he did not call her back.
"Do as I say," Drakos growled, dismissing the court with a sharp wave of his hand. The nobles scattered, their fear palpable.
In the shadows, the empire held its breath. Lines had been drawn, and the battle for Seraphina had begun.
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Moments ago when Seraphina severed her Bloodline...
In his chamber, Pyris Obsidian lay unconscious on a grand bed surrounded by lavish adornments, yet his companions sat with worry etched on their faces. Anastasia, Emilia, and Elsa remained like divine protectors, their anxious gazes fixed on him as they shielded Elsa between them.
The tension was palpable, broken suddenly by a surge of raw, golden energy erupting from Pyris' body.
The force was immense, earthen gold in color, swirling with the aura of a superior earth element. Emilia and Anastasia instinctively moved to shield Elsa, but the energy swept around them without harm.
They shivered.
"Seraphina..." Pyris whispered, his voice laced with tenderness and worry. His golden eyes fluttered open, glowing with newfound determination. "Mira..." he called softly.
From the shadows, a phantom figure materialized-a graceful, ethereal woman clad in dark armor with an air of deadly loyalty. She bowed low, her presence like a tangible part of Pyris' very being.
"Young Lord," Mira said, awaiting his command.
"Get my woman, Seraphina," Pyris ordered, his voice firm. "Do not make your presence known."
Without hesitation, Mira disappeared into the void, leaving behind not even a trace of her passage. Enjoy new adventures from My Virtual Library Empire
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