Evolution of the Ruined Heir

Chapter 340: Blood Sovereign

“I gave you a chance, and this is what you choose.”

The voice thundered across the skies. From above, a pair of furious eyes tore open, vast and merciless.

“I will show you how futile your struggles are.”

At once, the heavens blackened. A blanket of darkness spread across the skies for miles upon miles, swallowing stars and moons alike.

Then, in an instant, an uncountable number of holes tore open across the void, each one vast and wider than anything Malakai had ever faced.

“Die.”

Darkness blasted from the holes in endless torrents, surging downward toward Othric like missiles of death.

But in the midst of the storm, Othric hovered alone. He burned, green light flooding the night like a beacon. Slowly, he raised his arms.

A pulse of green detonated from him.

It spread outward, like a wave of green radiance. Wherever the green touched, the rivers of darkness shattered. Beams broke apart, dissolving into nothing.

The pair of eyes narrowed above.

“Futile. Rise from death and rip him apart.”

The earth quaked. Darkness spilled across the land, blotting out the horizon, seeping into valleys and mountains.

From that sea, creatures clawed their way out, screaming as they emerged. The black tide converged, twisting, fusing and turning into colossal Titans of darkness.

There were dozens of them, their forms looming higher than mountains, their screams piercing enough to tear eardrums.

Their burning eyes turned to their prey, only to find Othric gone.

A force struck.

One titan’s head burst apart in an instant, exploding in a rain of ichor that splattered across the land. The remaining titans turned, their eyes narrowing as they found him.

Othric.

Vita swarmed around him in rivers, boiling blood trailing his every breath. His eyes burned crimson, and the metallic stench of blood blanketed the land for kilometers. For a moment, none of the colossal titans moved.

This… this was the power of a Zenith.

Then he vanished again.

A streak of green and red ripped through the colossal titans, leaving destruction in its wake. Titans burst apart in showers of ichor. The torrent fell, crashing to the ruined earth like a flood.

The ground rumbled and quaked as the colossal titans collapsed, each impact booming.

The dark skies seemed to rumble.

Othric turned, his gaze locking on the vast pair of eyes staring down at him with hatred deeper than eternity.

The being opened its mouth to speak. But Othric was done listening.

He raised his arm. His eyes ignited like crimson suns, blazing with a light that cut through heaven and earth.

“Blood Sovereign.”

A quake rolled across the land.

Back in Sylvastein, the people staggered as their blood churned, as though it wanted to burst free from their veins. Even Rhett and Nyx, who were crouched beside Malakai, felt it. The call of their blood.

But it wasn’t them that answered.

All at once, the frozen darkness creatures around the stronghold imploded. Their bodies burst into rivers of black ichor that rose upward like an inverted storm, flowing across the skies.

The ichor surged in torrents, racing toward the horizon. In a blink, it gathered behind Othric, pooling like a vast, unending sea.

The carcasses of the colossal titans collapsed further, their remains dissolving, their ichor joining the tide until the ocean of black swelled behind him.

The voice roared across the heavens.

“You have no hope. The life essence will be mine!”

Othric’s reply was cold, absolute.

“Then come and take it.”

A roar tore the skies apart, and a single hole larger than all the rest ripped open above.

Darkness poured downward, endless and heavy, blotting everything beneath.

Even from the city of Sylvastein, the people looked up and saw it. Their hearts pounding in terror. Many prayed. Many could only hope.

But Othric did not move. His expression remained calm, a calm that bordered on insanity.

His arms fell.

The ocean of ichor surged, collapsing inward into a vast orb. For an instant, it pulsed with the weight of a world. Then it shot forward, a blinding beam of black and red.

It met the falling darkness head on.

The collision was world-ending. Shockwaves screamed across the skies, tearing through clouds, shaking mountains, flattening forests.

The world seemed to hold its breath. And then…

The ichor tore through. The beam shredded the veil of darkness, piercing the blackened heavens themselves.

The skies rumbled, the world below shaking beneath the sound.

The eyes above trembled, voice booming once more.

“Do not rejoice. You’ve only defeated a fragment of my power. I rule this world, and this accursed dome will fall. Then the true darkness will descend. And I promise you… I will make your death painful.”

Othric did not answer with words.

He simply waved a hand.

At once, the sea of blood above erupted. It detonated like a sun tearing itself apart.

The skies thundered, and the world shook as torrents of crimson light surged outward in endless waves.

The blood boiled into storms, rivers turned to fire, and beams of scarlet lightning ripped through the heavens.

The black shroud above, vast and boundless, was blasted apart. Chunks of darkness split, torn open, shredded as if the very night itself was being erased.

For miles upon miles, the darkness was no more. The bloody tide scoured the sky clean, its light painting the horizon red.

Clouds dissolved into vapor, stars returned, and the heavens glowed with a fierce, burning dawn.

And through it all, Othric hovered unmoved, arm falling back to his side, his gaze fixed on the fading eyes above.

Despite the incredible distance, Malakai’s eyes pierced through. He had watched the battle, and it shook his heart to its core. He burned everything to memory.

This wasn’t borrowed power. This was his power. The power he had achieved through years of painstaking training. The power to make even the grandest of beings bow. The power to make cities fall. To make millions bow.

This… this was the power of a Zenith.

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