Killed Me? Now I Have Your Power - Chapter 338

Chapter 338: Chapter 338: Ripples across time
Chapter 338 – Ripple across time

The City was completely ruined.

If one could see it from above, all one would witness were clouds of smoke that gave you the mercy to spare your eyes from the dreadful sight hidden behind those thick grey and red smokes.

Silver City was now only debris and shattered rocks, added with the blood of the fallen as the chosen painting color. The scent was thick with the stench of iron, but also of despair and hatred.

Inside and around it, from beneath rocks or beside the corpse of a fallen or even from the wandering…you could hear the wailing of the wounded, and the anguish of the ones still alive.

High above the sky, Lord Silver was floating, yet one could see him wobbling sporadically, having difficulty remaining steady. His silvery wings were shredded and bloodied, the flesh underneath clearly visible.

His clothes were torn apart in multiple places, showing a body riddled with sword marks, and some parts of his skin were grey and blackened, showing traces of corruption.

His face was still dripping in crimson, his eyes heavy, achingly wanting to close in exhaustion deeper than physical. Yet Silver didn’t, his eyes cold.

On his right hand was his rapier, which now only had the hilt left, the rest of the sword seeming to have been devoured by the jaw of a mad beast.

But it was no beast.

It was Ruined.

‘This was their goal.’ Lord Silver mused inwardly, his hand tightening around his sword’s hilt, finally understanding why he was attacked.

He was attacked only to be weakened. Since the beginning, he was provoked to fight them, with that woman’s words about doundous.

As for how they knew about that secret of his ancestors, that was something he would love to know. Yet he did. That woman…that blue-haired woman with eyes like shining constellations…

‘A seer.’ He scowled.

He had never met a seer in his almost thousand years of life, so he knew how scarce they were, and that made him unable to know how to fight one. But he feared that even if he did, it would change nothing.

There was barely anything more agonizing than fighting someone who could see the future.

Silver gritted his teeth loudly — the creaking sound echoing all around — feeling the wound near his heart that refused to close, and his eyesight worsened by that seer.

He swept his blurry gaze around his city and knew…

“We can no longer contribute in the game of throne for Lord Sirius.”

At that thought, Silver immediately wondered…maybe that was why he was attacked.

Maybe.

“I must warn Lord Sirius.”

…

Meanwhile, far away from Silver City, amidst a forest of trees and rocks, two duos were running with blistering speed, their shapes becoming a blur of crimson throughout the woods.

It was none other than Ruined and Vaela, in the process of returning back to the dungeon.

Ruined was enveloped in a silvery light befitting Lord Silver. Within the light was frost starlight, something he learned to use thanks to devouring Silver’s rapier.

He grinned in contentment.

“Happy?” Vaela asked, her voice dancing with a note of obvious laughter. She was badly hurt, some parts of her crimson robe torn apart completely. Even her mask was broken on one side, showing her beautiful face strained with blood.

Ruined spared her a glance amidst their sprint, “Very happy,” he grunted in acknowledgment, then, “Why?” he asked.

“Why what?” Vaela echoed as she dashed right to avoid a tree, then jumped up to escape a rock, before twisting her body midair to go left and dodge another tree.

Her whole body was wounded, hurting badly, and her eyes were even more blurry, making her unable to see anything except hazy fog, no matter how much she squinted. Yet Vaela felt a strange sense of peace, using the perception given by the whisper of starlight she was receiving.

She didn’t know how it was possible. But she felt it deep inside her…something was awakening.

Something that was within her all this time.

“Why did we attack Silver?” Ruined’s voice dragged Vaela back to reality.

She smiled faintly at his question, realizing she still hadn’t told anyone why she did it. Still, they all followed her orders without complaining or even doubting her.

Did they believe in her ability that much? Or did they believe in Kaden’s judgment that gave her the reins?

Or both?

“Why huh?” She chuckled faintly, “There was the matter of those doundous that I was curious about. I couldn’t see much of them, blocked by a power, but it seemed rather important.”

“But my principal reason for attacking him is simple…”

She grinned with lunacy,

“For some unknown reason, I hate them. And for some unknown reason, I know my dear hates them too.”

She shrugged,

“So I attacked.”

Ruined fell silent. He spared her a dubious glance, then turned his face away, “Crazy seer.”

Vaela laughed.

…

While Silver City was destroyed, Green City was still living in peace, and Kenan FireBorn was already on his way back home, having already received the answer of Lady Green.

His face was painted with confusion and bewilderment despite the fact that Lady Green accepted.

But that was not the reason that made Kenan’s face look lost and bewildered. No, his astonishment came from the reason why Lady Green accepted.

“I feel close to you, somehow, FireBorn,” she had said, her pink eyes squinted into a crescent-moon shape, “the type of closeness I felt only with someone I fought with.”

Her green locks had been swaying erratically with her loud gestures, “But you are too young, aren’t you? Or maybe we did fight together in one of our past lives? Do you believe that? Hahah it doesn’t matter! Tell that little girl she now has my support.”

Remembering the recent event, Kenan could only shake his head, “Ashes…” he whispered under his breath, trying to control his restless emotions.

It was not like he was completely clueless, as he, too, felt somehow close to her.

And that was not the only weird thing happening to him these past days. Because lately, he was only dreaming of black fire.

His fire was orange, so why was he dreaming about that?

The only one who had ever used black fire in their family was their first ancestor. The creator of their bloodline,

“Estelle Prometheus FireBorn.” Kenan whispered her name, and immediately raised an eyebrow as if noticing something.

Now that he remembered it, wasn’t it weird?

As Lady Green and the ones who held her station before her all had the middle name Prometheus inside their name. And that tradition began with one special ancestor of theirs.

One that was said to have survived and even thrived during the Dark Age of the Celestial Empire.

Kenan frowned.

“Prometheus?”

Why…

Why did he only make the link now?

…

“Is this a joke?” Sirius asked as he sat on the corpse of Morningstar frozen to death. Behind him stood a woman veiled in complete darkness. It was like she was one with darkness in fact, a state only a few could achieve.

She was an Elderling, and the one who killed Morningstar.

Sirius was never a fool to fight Morningstar by himself. It was not the fact he could not win, but the fight would have dragged on, risking the possibility of being seen by beings he didn’t want to alert.

So after he started the battle, he immediately used this member of the Moonborn family, given by his mother, to kill Morningstar.

But now that he did…

“Silver City was destroyed and Silver is gravely wounded by some crimson-robed men?” Sirius recounted the report he just received, still shocked, “and in Green City that woman accepted to aid my sister? And that without asking anything?”

Each of his words was accompanied by a fierce growl that came from deep inside him. On his ear, his earring glowed intensely, plunging the room into one befitting of the ice age.

Luna sighed, her breath freezing into frost midair.

“Yes, my lord,” she said, unaffected by the cold thanks to Sirius’s control, feeling bad for her lover.

Sirius’s frown deepened.

Something was happening. He didn’t know why, but he could taste the different flavors of the world. He also noticed this in how his dreams lately were no longer Luna and him enjoying quality time but some goddamn old man trying to tell him something.

It was weird. Very weird.

It was like the past was trying to catch up to the present in some way. And all of that was fucking over his plan to be the Emperor.

His eyes narrowed,

“Things are getting troublesome,” he whispered, “but first bring me the daughter of this gigolo.”

“House Morningstar unfortunately lost their Patriarch, and so the heiress would take over the house.”

His eyes turned cold.

“With my slave mark on her.”

…

Meanwhile, Sora found herself again sleeping inside her royal room. It was something she found herself doing too much lately, and each time she woke up, she felt different.

That day, the whisper was more intense and even more clear. She could make out some words it was saying, and with those words were the images of a…what…an old lady?

What was with her teeth? Broken?

A curse? Golden coin? Who?

Handsome? Knight?

But who? Ka—!

She woke up.

At the same exact time, inside the Asterion castle, in a hidden realm, Luminary was facing Mahina, a weird tension settling between them.

They were in a strange place. Behind Mahina stood a blue and golden dome that enveloped a large area. In normal situations, being close to this dome would have been enough for anyone to feel the Madness Intent of the Mad Sun Emperor…yet that day none of that happened.

They felt nothing, as if it was completely swallowed and disappeared.

Mahina was curious, her mind itching to look at what was happening, but she had decided to trust the starlight shard.

But Luminary was not quite of the same opinion.

“It has been two weeks already,” he said, his spinning golden eyes fixed on the moon-shaped eyes of Mahina, “weeks when I miraculously couldn’t find Dain and that, even with the blood of that young boy. And now that I came here, I found this weird situation in the Madhouse.”

He tilted his head, his flaming hair creating fire sparks, “And you are stopping me from knowing why?”

Mahina smiled faintly, “Trust your wife, Luminary.”

“I do trust you,” he retorted, “but trust does not stop control.”

“Now do me proud, and move aside.”

Mahina didn’t move.

Knowing well her husband and seeing his eyes, she knew that day she would need to do more than talk.

She smiled strainedly, her body slowly shrouded in a blue light, “It has been a while, hasn’t it?”

The surrounding was instantly plunged into darkness, frost began to creep all about the place before suddenly dashing toward Mahina and sinking deep into her body.

Her skin became white and transparent, her eyes and hair the same pale color. Two sickles made of frost with a light of shadows appeared in both of her hands.

She breathed out. And the world was trapped in frost.

Luminary watched her silently, “Attacking your own husband now?”

“Will you trust me and retreat?” Each of her words was enough to freeze a grandmaster from the inside out.

At her words, Luminary shook his head, “I am afraid I cannot. I have let you far too long on your own, Mahina.”

Mahina took her stance.

Luminary sighed. Mahina attacked with her two sickles, the sound of space ripping before shattering like glass echoing loudly across the space.

Luminary saw attacks coming at him. He stared at them with even, calm eyes and once again…

…he sighed.

Not the white-silver wisp of steam, but his sight was golden. And the moment it touched the very air around him, it was like gas met fire.

Everything became blazing and golden.

—End of Chapter 338—