Chapter 258: Wrath Of The Sun's Daughter 1!

Chapter 258: Wrath of the Sun's Daughter 1!

Tessa's voice rang out like a thunderclap, cutting through the chaos at the entrance of Base 137. "You will do no such thing." She strode forward, her presence commanding and undeniable. The crowd stilled, the murmurs fading into a hushed silence as all eyes turned to her.

Bending down, she extended a steady hand to the fallen immigrant, her touch firm yet comforting. "Stand," she said gently, helping the man to his feet.

The entrance agent sneered, his arrogance etched deep into every line of his face. "And who are you to interfere?"

Tessa's blue eyes glimmered with an otherworldly light, betraying the divine power she tried to suppress. "Someone who will not stand idly by while injustice is carried out in my father's name," she said, her voice firm and laced with authority. "Solaris would never condone this."

Her words were like an edict, reverberating through the air and forcing even the hardened guard to hesitate. Around them, the crowd began to stir, emboldened by her defiance. Justin and Jordan exchanged knowing glances, their expressions a mix of pride and amusement as they positioned themselves beside her, silent yet unwavering.

The Kaelrian agent, who introduced himself as Luwam, faltered but quickly masked his uncertainty with bravado. "Bold words, girl. But you should tread carefully. To claim you are the daughter of Lord Solaris? Preposterous! If you are his daughter, then I am the son of Goddess Lunara. This is Lord Dzek's domain, not some sanctuary for liars and impostors."

Tessa's expression hardened, her voice as cold and cutting as the edge of a blade. "And yet," she retorted, "it seems your lord has forgotten the purpose of his power. Perhaps it's time someone reminded him. Your disbelief is irrelevant to me, but your extortion ends here."

The crowd gasped collectively as Tessa dared to utter Solaris's name so casually. Whispers of fear rippled through them. They all knew the tales—Solaris, the exalted god of the sun, whose wrath could incinerate even the boldest of mortals for lesser offenses. They feared Tessa's brazenness would bring ruin upon her and all who stood nearby.

Luwam's composure snapped. His face twisted in anger as he shouted, "You have crossed the line! To defame the name of the sun god is blasphemy! I, Luwam of the Order of Ambassador Dzek, shall judge you with death!"

With a roar, his muscles bulged, his upper garments shredding as his towering, muscular form was revealed. He radiated an energy level of 10,000 Kaelrian Joules—a respectable power for a Kaelrian soldier, but one born of hubris..

Luwam was gravely mistaken in his assumptions. To him, Tessa appeared ordinary—a young woman flanked by two boys, hardly a match for his might. He scoffed at her presence, estimating her energy to be no more than 800 Kaelrian Joules. That paltry sum was laughable compared to his own strength—or so he thought.

But Luwam's arrogance blinded him to the truth.

Tessa's energy simmered at a staggering 60,000,000 Kaelrian Joules, though she held it back deliberately, her power masked beneath a facade of calm. She wasn't just a force to be reckoned with—she was a living storm, waiting to claim the inheritance of Solaris and Lunara, a step that would catapult her beyond mortal comprehension to the forbidden god level.

Her one-month-old twins, Justin and Jordan, were even more shocking anomalies. Each housed 80,000,000 Kaelrian Joules, power that placed them at the upper limit of the higher god rank. A slight nudge, a single surge, and they would step into the interim forbidden level, teetering on the edge of forbidden godhood.

If Luwam knew this, his confidence would shatter, replaced by terror. But ignorance, as they say, is bliss. At the gates of Base 137, he reveled in his delusion, oblivious to the peril he was about to unleash.

The crowd around them watched the confrontation unfold, a mix of fear and curiosity rippling through the air.

"Woman!" a worried merchant called out, his voice trembling. "I don't know who you are, but run! Ambassador Dzek has lent his lackeys a fraction of his godhood. They'll destroy you!"

Another chimed in, "Yes, save your boys. This isn't bravery—it's suicide!"

"She didn't even respond," someone murmured. "Is she brave or foolish?"

"Look at her," another said, shaking his head. "She's frozen with fear."

"At least she has the guts to stand up to these extortionists," someone sighed, though their voice held no hope.

The murmurs grew louder, yet Tessa remained unmoved. Her gaze stayed locked on Luwam, who was shouting and gesturing wildly, his arrogance fueling his theatrics.

"If you're done with your display," Tessa said, her voice calm and laced with amusement, "then attack."

Her words silenced the crowd. But instead of engaging, she turned to her twins with a small smile.

"Justin, Jordan, protect the bystanders," she instructed, her tone casual.

Jordan frowned, crossing his tiny arms. "Do we have to?"

Justin added with a scowl, "Yeah, Mom, they've been running their mouths foolishly. They don't deserve saving."

The crowd was stunned, their confusion and disbelief plain.

"Sorry, boys," Tessa said gently, her tone placating. "Do this one favor for Mama, hmm? I'll explain why later."

The twins exchanged a look, then sighed in unison. "Fine," they muttered. "But you owe us 10,000 Kaelrian Joules each."

Tessa chuckled softly, clearly expecting their demand. "There's more than enough to go around," she said.

This brief exchange left the onlookers speechless.

"Did I hear that right?" someone whispered. "10,000 Kaelrian Joules? From babies?"

"They've lost their minds," another muttered. "It's unnatural."

"Newcomers," someone scoffed. "They don't know the power of Ambassador Dzek."

Luwam, however, wasn't as dismissive. The mention of 10,000 Kaelrian Joules rattled him. It was exactly the amount of energy he possessed. His arrogance wavered, doubt creeping into his mind.

"They're bluffing," he muttered to himself, though the unease in his voice was clear. "Just bluffing."

Even as the crowd whispered, pitying the woman and her children, Tessa remained unbothered. Her relaxed posture and serene smile seemed out of place amidst the tension.

"Are they really going to stand there and die?" someone asked, shaking their head. "What a waste."

But Tessa wasn't frozen with fear. She was waiting, her patience unshaken, because she knew the truth: the moment Luwam made his move, his ignorance would be his undoing.