NOVGO.NET Chapter 1398 Finally…
Chapter 1398 Finally…
To Anorah, this enigmatic group were becoming more and more dangerous. First it was being able to nullify wills on the willess world. Regardless, that was god against god.
Lik wasn’t a god. Yet, they had been able to fit him with an unknown technology that enabled him impervious to the will of a god. In the God’s world! It was a dangerous weapon. An impossible weapon, something that shouldn’t exist. Just what the hell were the Will Guards. Where didn’t they come from?
Anorah let out a breath.
‘Now isn’t the time to think of things like this.’
She turned towards One, there were more pressing matters at hand.
“Let’s go. I’ll question them myself.”
She could see the hesitation in One’s gaze, and she understood why. This new technology was as precious as it was dangerous. If it was something they could also use, it would help them greatly in their goal.
‘But it’s too dangerous.’ She reminded herself as she appeared in the chamber the traitors were being held.
Her eyes landed on their figures. 4 in total, one woman and the rest men. They had all been stripped naked, flogged, beaten, drowned and shocked. Tortured.
Anorah was what many might call compassionate, but it was mainly based on two things. Duty, and family.
She was duty bound, and would risk her life to protect the people she’d promised to protect, and secondly, there was none more important than family.
But to those who dropped out of these categories, the Anorah they’d meet was simply a cold mask. Nothing more than a machine.
There was not a single shred of pity or concern in her eyes as she scanned the traitors, one by one, until her gaze settled on Lik.
“You know who I am?” she asked.
Lik’s face was a swollen ruin, his eyes barely slit open.
“Sa—saint…” he croaked.
“Good.” Anorah inclined her head as if praising a dog.
“You are traitors to the Alliance, to our great and just cause,” she continued, words measured and cold.
“You betrayed the trust people placed in you. For that, you deserve nothing but death.”
She let the sentence hang for a moment, watched as their eyes lit up in horror.
“Or,” she said, “I can give you a chance at redemption. Tell me the names of the other traitors in the Resistance, and I will grant you a quick, painless end. Refuse, and you will rot in chains until I decide otherwise.”
The following moment of silence was broken by a sudden laugh.
Anorah tilted her head slightly, watching intently as Lik began laughing. The chains binding him rattled as he shook, drops of crimson dripping from his open wounds, yet he didn’t stop.
“Saint, saint, saint… you stupid bitch!” Lik spat, the glob of bloodied saliva sailing toward her only to splash against a barrier that shimmered to life before it could reach.
“Stop.”
Anorah’s sudden command froze one of her Knights of Light mid step. He glared at Lik, ready to silence him, but obeyed her word and advanced back.
Lik coughed, then wheezed through cracked laughter.
“I didn’t want to believe it at first, when they said you were a selfish cunt. They told me, you’d abandon us. That you wouldn’t even try to rescue us. And they were right! You’re just a sick, stupid, selfish woman!” His voice was broken, but his fury only grew.
Anorah’s expression never shifted. “Is that why you betrayed your people?”
“Betrayed?” Lik roared, straining against the chains. “I did not! We only wanted to free the Resistance from your reign, from your lies! You’ll lead us to ruin!”
“You were going to use the portal. Who were you going to summon?”
But Lik wasn’t listening. His mind was splintering. He began to mutter, then shout, like the ravings of a broken man.
“I only wanted to save the Resistance… you are evil… they promised to only kill you… we have to be rid of you or else we’ll never grow!” His body thrashed around, voice rising with every word.
Anorah exchanged a sharp glance with One. Now she understood what he had meant earlier when he said they’ve already been broken. Lik’s mind was clearly fractured.
“You need to die for us to progress!” Lik screamed. Suddenly, his pupils rolled upward, leaving only whites in his eyes.
He convulsed in his bonds, spittle spraying as he shrieked. “You need to die! You need to die! YOU NEED TO DIE!”
Anorah’s stomach turned cold. ‘What did they do to you?’ she wondered, shaking her head. ‘It’s too cruel.’
But before she could press further, the other traitors joined in. They began thrashing in their chains, echoing the chant. “You need to die! You need to die!”
Anorah’s eyes sharpened.
‘Their pupils are gone too…’
Without hesitation, she slipped into Logoth. The world split open before her gaze, emotions vanishing. The truths and layers revealed.
‘Their skins are… moving?’
Though their bodies convulsed violently, their skin rippled at an entirely different resonance.
“No…” Anorah’s mind clicked the pieces together in less than a nanosecond. Not their skin, it was the tattoos!
They were reacting, activating!
Anorah moved so fast that not even a blur was left in her wake.
Heads separated from bodies before the traitors even realized. Blood rolled black in the blade’s glow, their heads rolling across the stone floor.
“Saint!” One cried out, his expression alarmed.
But Anorah’s gaze didn’t turn to him. Her focus was locked entirely on the bodies.
The traitors were dead, yet the tattoos still writhed and trembled violently across their flesh.
She ignited, unleashing a flood of glow that surged forward, ready to erase their bodies. But before her radiance could consume them, the tattoos froze, then flared violently, crystallizing in jagged brilliance.
An instant later, they detonated.
The underground chamber was swallowed by light, the brilliance clashing with her own. For a moment the chamber was filled with nothing but radiance, then the bodies imploded, bursting outwards in a concussive force that ripped through the chamber.
Stone and fire tore upward, bursting out from the sanctum and splitting the quiet night with a column of destruction.
Deep within the sanctum of light, the eyes of a lone figure meditating in the middle of a serene dojo, snapped open.
‘It finally happened…’ Atticus thought, eyes cold.