Chapter 259: Wrath Of The Sun's Daughter 2!

Chapter 259: Wrath of the Sun's Daughter, Part 2

Luwam's gaze remained locked on Tessa, his eyes narrowing with lethal intent. His outstretched hand hovered above the ground, fingers twitching as his energy coalesced. It was clear he didn't dare look away, as if the mere act of blinking might cost him the advantage.

Tessa, on the other hand, stood motionless, her stance relaxed as though she were indulging in a casual chat. Her calm demeanor contrasted starkly with the deadly storm brewing around her.

With a sudden burst of energy, the earth beneath Luwam trembled. Jagged wooden spikes shot out of the ground like serpents, twisting and coiling as they swarmed toward Tessa in droves. Their sharp tips glinted menacingly, aiming to pierce her from every angle.

Simultaneously, smaller fireballs, varying in size and intensity, ignited the air. They streaked toward Tessa from all sides, their heat rippling across the battlefield. It was an intricate dance of destruction—earth and fire working in tandem, chaos converging on one singular target.

The crowd gasped, murmurs of terror rippling through the onlookers.

"She's finished now," someone muttered grimly.

"She should have run when she had the chance," another whispered.

Tessa's serene expression didn't falter. Her sharp eyes flicked over the incoming attacks, effortlessly reading the flow of power. It became evident to her that Luwam's true strength lay in his control over earth and plant matter, while his subordinates specialized in manipulating flames.

She smiled, the corners of her lips curling upward in amusement. As the barrage of flames and spikes closed in on her, the crowd braced themselves for carnage. The attacks collided in a brilliant, fiery explosion, the impact sending shockwaves through the air. Smoke and dust billowed, obscuring the battlefield.

"It's over," someone muttered somberly, shaking their head. "The arrogant woman met her end. What a waste…"

"If only she had listened," another sighed. "She could have—wait! What…?"

The speaker's words caught in their throat, their eyes widening in disbelief.

The smoke cleared to reveal Tessa standing unscathed, her figure bathed in an otherworldly glow. Every single spike and flame had disappeared. Not a scratch marred her skin, not a strand of hair was out of place.

"She's… alive?" the crowd whispered in stunned unison, their disbelief palpable.

Luwam's face contorted with shock. "Impossible…" he growled.

Tessa tilted her head slightly, her amused smile deepening. "Is that all?" she asked softly, her tone laced with mockery.

Unbeknownst to her attackers, Tessa possessed a unique gift—the sap of the Universe Tree coursed through her veins. This miraculous substance allowed her to absorb and nullify any attack beneath her energy level. The spikes had disintegrated upon contact, their energy consumed effortlessly. The flames, too, had been swallowed, their heat fueling her latent power.

The realization dawned on the crowd slowly, their awe quickly turning to hushed murmurs.

"She… absorbed it all?"

"Is that even possible?"

"This is no ordinary woman," someone finally said, their voice trembling with reverence.

Luwam's confidence wavered, the faintest hint of fear creeping into his expression. But he shook it off, forcing himself to scowl. "Bluffing won't save you," he snarled, though his voice lacked conviction.

Tessa sighed softly, almost as if she were disappointed. She turned her gaze to Luwam, her golden eyes blazing with a brilliance that made the air around her shimmer.

"Luwam," she said, her voice calm but commanding, "you've overplayed your hand. Let me show you what true power looks like."

The ground beneath Tessa continued to tremble subtly, a low hum reverberating through the air as her energy surged. The shift in atmosphere was palpable; what once felt like an impending execution had transformed into a stage for her undeniable dominance.

The crowd, now drenched in terror, staggered backward. Their earlier pity had turned into an overwhelming dread. Luwam's subordinates, who had radiated smug confidence moments earlier, exchanged panicked glances, their bravado melting away like wax in a fire.

For the first time, it wasn't Tessa who seemed cornered—it was Luwam and his men.

Without the inheritance of Solaris and Lunara, Tessa was still bound to the raw form of Kaelrian energy, but even in its unrefined state, it was a force beyond comprehension.

She raised a single hand, her fingers curling as streams of shimmering energy burst forth from her body. The energy coalesced into a glowing whip, pulsating with raw power. In an instant, the whip fragmented, forming concentric rings of energy that hurtled through the air at blinding speeds.

Luwam and his subordinates didn't even have time to react. The rings sliced through the air, precise and unrelenting, leaving behind only the faintest echo of their passage.

When the light dissipated, the battlefield lay silent. What remained of Luwam and his men were fragmented shards of their bodies, diced with surgical precision. The ground was painted in crimson streaks, a chilling testament to the sheer ruthlessness of Tessa's power.

The crowd gasped in unified horror, their collective shock reverberating like a wave. The weak-looking woman they had mocked and pitied now stood as a menacing predator, her aura radiating a power that silenced even the most defiant whispers.

"She's… Solaris' daughter!" someone finally cried out, their voice trembling with awe.

"She destroyed them all… in a single move," another murmured, their words barely audible.

Among the spectators, Justin, the elder of Tessa's twin sons, scowled with visible frustration. His small fists clenched as he glared at the crowd.

"Huh, just shut up already!" Justin shouted, his young voice cutting through the silence like a blade. "You were all doubting her a moment ago, and now you're switching sides like a Swiss blade. What a bunch of sissies!"

The crowd bristled, some glaring at the boy in indignation.

"You—" one man began, his tone filled with anger, but his words faltered under the weight of his fear. None dared to voice their fury too loudly; they had seen what the mother was capable of. Whether or not they believed the babies had power of their own was irrelevant—Tessa's dominance was absolute.

Tessa turned toward her sons, her expression softening slightly as she prepared to return to them. But just as she took her first step, the sky erupted with a deafening clap of thunder.

A streak of red lightning tore across the heavens, illuminating the battlefield in a fiery glow. The earth seemed to shudder under the weight of the power that approached.

A voice boomed, echoing with arrogance and rage.

"Who dares act so brazenly in my territory?" it roared. The voice was deep, commanding, and filled with self-importance. "Have you not heard my name? I am Ambassador Dzek! Has my name not roared like thunder in your ears? Do you not fear the heavens? Have you no regard for the representative of Lord Solaris?"

As the words thundered across the landscape, a figure appeared, descending in a dazzling column of light. His presence was imposing, his aura suffused with the unmistakable energy of a lesser god. Ambassador Dzek stood tall, his crimson robes billowing in the wind, his eyes glowing with fiery intensity.

Beside him, six younger figures stepped forward, their expressions a mixture of disdain and entitlement. They were the sons of King Rhopgin, their identities unmistakable even to those in the crowd who rarely ventured into the upper echelons of power.

They were Prince Derek, Prince Egler, Prince Tumil, Prince Turil, Prince Turk and Prince Turner. They saw that Tessa looked familiar but they couldn't remember where they had seen her.

Tessa's lips curled into a smirk, her golden eyes gleaming with amusement. She could barely contain the laughter bubbling within her as she observed Dzek's dramatic entrance.

"A lesser god…and a bunch of peanuts" she murmured to herself, her tone dripping with mockery. "And here I thought this might actually get interesting."

Her calm confidence was unshaken, even as Dzek's booming voice and radiant display attempted to assert dominance. The crowd, however, wasn't as composed. They fell to their knees, bowing in deference to the lesser god, their voices rising in desperate pleas for mercy.

But Tessa stood tall, her posture unyielding, her power still simmering beneath the surface. For her, the arrival of Ambassador Dzek and the sons of King Rhopgin wasn't a threat—it was merely the prelude to another lesson in dominance.