Chapter 141: "None Of You Will Leave Here Alive!"

Chapter 141: "None of you will leave here alive!"

Nyala and Adrian climbed into the vehicle provided by Principal Hammond, its engine roaring to life as it sped out of the academy grounds and into the desolate streets.

Adrian knew he could have covered the distance faster on foot, his Kaelrian abilities capable of far outpacing the vehicle, but Nyala, though highly trained, was still human. For the sake of staying together, he had agreed to take the car. This way, they could conserve energy and maintain a unified front–this, Nyala appreciated.

As they moved deeper into the city, Nyala's gaze drifted to the window, her face paling at the sight unfolding outside. Bodies lay strewn across the streets in a chaotic display, as if it was a body-parts museum, created by an unseen hand had carved its way through the city, leaving horror in its wake.

Limbs and scattered belongings painted a grisly landscape, and the occasional survivor stumbled from shadowed alleys, faces etched in terror and shock.

A surge of frustration welled up within Nyala. If only Tessa were here… she could heal these people, save them, she thought, her mind racing. But Tessa was compromised, her abilities restrained by her choice to carry Anwari's legacy. The eggs demanded her strength, and for now, that power remained out of reach.

Beside her, Adrian's expression was hardened, eyes fixed on the road ahead. He was unfazed by the carnage, his resolve steeling with each passing second. This was a test, he realized—a gauntlet designed to unnerve him, to push him into action. But he wasn't here to be manipulated. He was here to fight.

The driver, hands white-knuckling the wheel, was visibly trembling, trying to hold his composure as the vehicle zipped past bodies and blood-smeared streets. Adrian noticed the man's nerves and, in one swift command, broke the tense silence.

"Stop!" Adrian's voice rang out, calm yet forceful. The driver's foot slammed on the brakes, skidding the vehicle to a near halt. Without a moment's hesitation, Adrian stepped out, grabbing Nyala by the wrist and guiding her out with him. As they steadied themselves on the tarred bloodied road, Adrian spoke:

"Go back," he told the driver, who, without so much as a second glance, hit the gas and sped off, grateful to be released from the impending nightmare. It was like being granted exemption from a certain death sentence.

Once the car had disappeared from view, Adrian closed his eyes, sharpening his Kaelrian senses. The eternal flames, an inheritance that had been merging with him since he'd gained his powers, enhanced his perception. Though not on par with Tessa's moon-blessed abilities, his hearing now stretched beyond human limits, picking up faint whispers and distant cries across the city. It was far from perfect, but it was something.

He tilted his head up, squinting against the sun's fierce rays. One day, he thought, I'll draw from you too. He'd seen Tessa harness the moon's energy in her own way, even if only fragments of it.

That tiny sliver of power was enough to make her nearly unstoppable on Earth. Adrian could only imagine what a fragment of solar energy would do for him. He would be on level 2 of the Solar legacy, that would be a big win.

The idea tantalized him. If he could ascend to even the smallest degree of the sun's legacy, it would push him to a new tier of strength. The eternal flames within him, waiting for that first upgrade, would finally awaken, reshaping him in ways he could barely comprehend.

Nyala, observing him closely, saw his gaze fixed on the sun and understood. "You think Rhemon's forces are afraid of what you'll become, don't you?" she asked quietly, her voice cutting through his reverie.

Adrian nodded slightly, a faint, wry smile playing on his lips. "They should be. But for now, we need to focus. Rhemon wouldn't send his agents here without a reason."

As they made their way forward, Adrian continued listening intently, catching snippets of hurried footsteps and frantic whispers from Rhemon's agents moving through the city.

They were organized, focused, and undoubtedly dangerous. He sensed no hesitation in them, no fear-they were here with a singular purpose, one he could feel resonating in the air like a low, ominous drumbeat.

Nyala scanned the shadows, her instincts on high alert. "If we don't get to them before they find civilians hiding, this bloodbath will only get worse," she murmured.

Adrian's eyes narrowed. "Then we take the fight to them. We don't hold back." With that, they slipped into the shadows, ready to confront Rhemon's army head-on.

Nyala kept pace beside Adrian, her breaths steady and focused. The streets grew quieter as they moved into the heart of the city, the oppressive silence broken only by distant screams and the faint rustle of movement in the alleys.

They moved swiftly, almost gliding through the silent, blood-streaked streets, their footsteps blending seamlessly with the eerie stillness around them. They were no longer running from the carnage-they were running into it.

As they moved through the shadowy street, a commotion ahead caught their attention. Two of Rhemon's agents held a man pinned to the ground, his face pressed against the cold, unforgiving pavement. A third agent loomed over him, sneering with an air of superiority.

"So, you're the one foolish enough to keep calling on the moon goddess," the agent mocked, his voice dripping with contempt. "I warned you—she's not coming. You really thought your goddess would swoop down to save you?" He chuckled, drawing laughter from his fellow agents.

"Senior Agent Wali," one of them jeered, grinning maliciously, "why don't we just cook him alive? I bet he'd scream like a pig."

Another agent smirked, "Or better yet, let's quarter him in front of everyone. Show these fools what happens when they cling to worthless gods."

The pinned man's face paled as he looked up at his captors, his mind racing with dread. He'd seen the fear etched into the eyes of countless others who, in their final moments, had whispered the moon goddess's name, a plea that went unanswered. People had died with her name on their lips, yet she had remained absent, invisible, as though she'd forsaken them all.

Despair crept into his heart. Had the moon goddess abandoned them? Could she truly be gone? The thought hit him like a hammer. No, he tried to reassure himself. She's powerful, unstoppable… surely no one could just kill her. She's not some mere animal, she not a chicken that can just be slaughtered like that.

But as he lay there, his breaths quickening, the truth gnawed at him.Maybe this was it. Maybe he would die in silence, his last prayer drifting into the void.

Suddenly, a voice, strong and laced with fury, shattered the laughter and froze the agents in their tracks. It was a voice that seemed to cut through the darkness, its power undeniable.

"None of you will leave here alive.." The agents felt an icy dread ripple through them as the voice's owner emerged from the shadows, his gaze fierce and unwavering.

The pinned man, barely able to lift his head, looked up, hope flickering in his eyes. He didn't know who this stranger was, but he felt it-a surge of raw power, of justice long denied, now about to be unleashed.

The atmosphere shifted, thick with menace as the stranger took another step forward. A silence fell over the street as the agents, once so cocky and sure of their cruelty, now found themselves locked in the unyielding gaze of someone who promised retribution. And for the first time that night, the agents felt the bite of fear.