Nero and Nemsus scremed harder, their mana surging to its limits, their bodies straining, their voices breaking—but it was useless.
Viser didn’t wait.
He gave them one final look before turning away.
Then, without hesitation, he stepped through the shelter door.
The screens flickered, still showing the chaos outside. The children watched in breathless silence as Viser broke into a full sprint, his figure darting south, moving as fast as his body would allow.
On another screen, the Emperor’s face came into view. His smirk deepened, satisfaction gleaming in his cold. He had expected this. He had wanted this.
"Delilah!" Nero’s voice was hoarse, frantic. He twisted against his restraints, his body shaking with desperation. "Attack the damn thing! Break this! We have to save him!"
But she didn’t even glance at him. Delilah just stood there, eyes locked on the screen, watching as Viser ran straight toward the beast''s path.
Viser startid running south like telling the empror, i am here stop puching him north
As he reached the spot , positioning himself exactly where the middle point betweenthe panter and the other battle was.
He had calculated its path, knowing it would be too weak and disoriented to think correctly, without wasting a second, he gathered his mana and unleashed a blinding wave of compressed light, aiming straight for its damaged eyes.
Even with The intense flare at his eyes it''s still didn''t hurt him, but it sure made him lose all kind of reason he had left.
Blinded. Wounded. Furious.
With a guttural roar, the monster locked onto the only thing it could see—Viser.
Rooaaaar!
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And just as he had planned, it charged straight at him.
The Emperor’s smirk widened. His amusement turned to sheer delight as he watched Viser perform even better than expected.
The beast, already on the brink of collapse from its wounds, let out a distorted, agonized roar. Its remaining sliver of consciousness wavered, lost in a haze of fury and pain.
Then, with a final, reckless lunge, it hurled itself straight at Viser.
But what the Emperor didn''t expect was Viser suddenly changing course and turning around, sprinting north west twards the other battle.
His body pulsed with light-a spell the Emperor recognized instantly. A well-known technique that transformed part of the body into light, drastically reducing weight and increasing speed. However, overuse would lead to collapse. But why would a dead men Care about his body.
Viser, his face filled with hatred, was now moving faster than any Dominus should be capable of,he launched himself in the air, straight toward the seven men, deciding to take some with him.
In the way he was thinking about one thing, how to take revenge for his dead children, how to kill gaius. But for now he could only attack his Nobels.
The wounded beast directly followed, unaware of where it was being led, only focused on the blinding figure ahead, fueled by it''s rage.
the Emperor''s face twisted-first in confusion, then horror. He realized what Viser was doing. Within only a minute, Viser has already reached the second battlefield, with the raging beast mere steps behind him.
He didn’t stop. He propelled himself straight between two nobles locked in combat. One—a tall man in green—turned just in time to see a blur streak past him.
A heartbeat later, flames erupted behind him, and the monster’s fangs crushed his skull, snuffing out his life instantly.
A second noble had fallen. One of the Emperor''s seven elite men was dead, not because of a beast, but a fellow human.
Viser barely paused. looking around for another prey but the rest of them had left a distance and they were ready to attack him too, the black monster turned towards him again.
Then as he was looking around, he noticed gaius again, his situation slower and injured.
Out of nowhere, He had an idea, a brilliant one, with a crazy smile on his face He pushed forward, launching himself back where he came from toward gaius with a smile
The children watched with different expressions—some filled with awe, others with fear or confusion—but in the end, they all settled on the same look.
Disbelief.
"What the hell is he doing?" Nero thought, eyes narrowing as he watched Viser charge straight toward the old Emperor.
The white beast, as if caught in an unbreakable chain, turned to follow him again. The battlefield, already in chaos, became an even greater mess. Even the second monster hesitated, momentarily confused by the abrupt shift in events.
The seven remaining nobles were now thrown into panic. The massive wolf, undeterred, resumed its attacks. But this time, it wasn’t just rampaging—it was moving with purpose, subtly steering the nobles southward.
Gaius, on the other hand, was watching Viser with a mix of hatred and confusion.
This man—this traitor—had just killed one of his soldiers. Yet now, here he was, charging directly toward him, dragging the black beast along like some kind of offering.
The old Emperor set aside his confusion, amusement flickering in his cold eyes.
"Is this fool seriously coming to die by my hands?"
A sneer curled on his lips. What did Viser think he could do? Curse him?
Pathetic.
A Dominus was no threat to him. He could deal with Viser later. Right now, his priority was eliminating the beast once and for all.
Gaius lifted his hands, and just like before, a flaming spear manifested in his grip. But this time, it took everything he had left into it—every last drop of mana.
There could be no mistakes.
He couldn''t afford to miss.
The monster was still charging forward. Just a little closer… just a little more.
Viser was the first to reach him, with the beast only a few steps behind.
Gaius let out a low chuckle, already imagining the ways he would make Viser suffer for his betrayal.
"Ha… thank you, you stupid bastard."