Adam stared at his palms, wanting the chaos to end quickly, his mind racing. Below him, the ground shifted mechanically, platforms and stages weaving together like the limbs of a colossal automaton. Its glowing orange eyes burned like molten rubies, embers flaring with each movement. Armor of polished metal clanged and ground as the giant grunted, striding with terrifying weight.
Yuruki's eyes sparkled, her lips curling into a grin. "Hey! How is that even made?" she asked, utterly captivated.
[i mean this]
The White King's voice cut through the din, deep and commanding. "By the King's Sovereign Souls, which empower this land." In an instant, he surged forward, wings beating with an insect-like rhythm, each flap tearing the air as he darted toward the city. His eyes reflected fear and determination alike—the roads and plazas below hollowed, gouged by the encroaching void.
Across the battlefield, knights clashed with monstrous wryms emerging from the darkness of the void from the ground. One knight, seven feet tall and armored from head to toe, thudded across the ground with every step, the earth trembling beneath his weight. He swung his massive weapon with calculated precision, striking a wrym with a drill-like sword that twisted and ground into its armored flesh. Hundreds of knights encircled the beasts, blades clashing and sparks flying as the monstrous army surged from the void.
A second knight lunged toward a terrified child, a young girl with short black hair, clutching the limp arms of a fallen corpse. Her sobs pierced the chaos as the knight scooped her up, carrying her to safety. From the shadows, a bulky copper-armored knight appeared blocking the wryms teeths from approaching the knight, nodding solemnly, ensuring the child was placed far from harm.
Adam leapt to a higher platform, his eyes scanning the battlefield. He lifted Shade, Yuruki, and the purple-haired boy to safety.
"Wait! What about us?" Yuruki protested, half-laughing even in fear.
"Stay," Adam ordered, voice firm. "All of you stay."
Silence fell. They understood instantly—they were far too vulnerable to enter the fight. Yuruki gave a quick thumbs-up, her eyes lingering on the strange streetlights buzzing with raw energy despite the absence of any power source or wires.
Adam's chest tightened. How could he be impatient to save a person, when he couldn't even protect those in immediate danger in front of him?
Then, without hesitation, he and the White King acted. Adam flicked his fingers, releasing countless white orbs—blindingly pure, reflective like mirrors. They expanded outward, enveloping civilians and shielding them, whisking them to safety. The White King landed nearby, wings folding with a resounding contracted into his cloak.
Cheers erupted across the evacuated zones. Hundreds of voices called out, awe-struck and reverent:
"My King! My King!"
"Help us!"
"We are saved!"
Hands reached toward him, desperate to touch the legend himself, to feel the protection that had come from the absolute apex of power. Red-eyed guards pushed back the crowd, vigilant and imposing, yet even they could not hide the sheer adoration and relief flooding the streets.
Adam stood beside the White King, chest heaving, heart hammering. Around them, the city continued to burn and quake, yet for a moment, the people were safe—saved by a surge of immeasurable power .
The knight knelt before him, voice trembling. "Forgive me… for my duty has failed. Countless citizens… have perished before my eyes while I was hindered."
The White King's gaze fell coldly upon him, sharp as thorns hidden beneath his emotionless expression. Pain flickered in his eyes, but his voice was calm, unwavering. "Do better. Gather all Tank Knights. Stand them in formation… before the Watchers."
"Roger," the red-armored knight replied, lowering his head in solemn obedience.
All around, the citizens cried for his attention, their voices rising in desperate unison. "Lord! Help us! Please, my King!"
The White King raised a single hand, summoning gusts of wind that tore across the streets, scattering debris. He looked past the people, eyes steely and unyielding. "My sword is lethal… and deadly. Retreat. I feel no sorrow for the weak." His gaze swept across the citizens as knights ushered them toward the palace evacuation routes.
Pain lanced through the King's eyes, a deep thorn of grief and responsibility. "Their glory… and my will. I shall follow them." With a sudden motion, thousands of blazing swords materialized, each as large as a house, thrusting toward the wryms that swarmed like a living tide. His eyes suprised in alarm as the monsters, though torn in half by his attack, multiplied endlessly, splitting and dividing with horrifying speed.
The Watcher Knights struggled to hold the line. Their bulky bodies, reinforced armor, and drill-like weapons became insignificant against the ever-growing swarm. Tens of thousands of wryms multiplied before their eyes, flesh melting and reforming, devoured only to rise again with hundreds of gnashing teeth.
Tank Knights charged, attempting to hold the line, but their efforts were futile. The White King waved his hands as the soldier fell back.
as hundreds of light melting and dispersing the monstrous horde as they retreated. Adam hovered above the chaos, eyes scanning the battlefield. Wryms surged toward him, but with a flick of his fingers, they disintegrated into nothingness.
A cold dread settled in his chest as a dark, whispering voice emanated from the void's gaping holes, birthing more wryms endlessly. With a flick of adam fingers as he tried to desintegrate the void as it didnt do anything "That shouldn't even be possible…" he muttered under his breath.
[Adam do you recall the red abominable flesh from Scape] Rehan crosses his arms as he had a realization of it, Adam teleported to the White King's side. The void continued its relentless expansion, melting the bodies of dozens of Knight Watchers and Tankers. A colossal form emerged, walking as if the darkness itself were alive.
Finally, the citizens had been evacuated, the battlefield momentarily cleared. Energy pulsated around the White King, a massive concentration of white light forming a barrier against the encroaching void.
The impact was cataclysmic. Land vaporized instantly under the assault, and a massive crater opened where the city once stood. The void screamed, its tendrils recoiling, shrinking under the overwhelming radiance. The light surged and then receded, melting with heat and light, absorbing infrastructure, houses, and machinery alike.
But the darkness didnt dissapear...
Even the giant beetles and lumbering insects scattered, fleeing for their lives from the devastation.
Amidst the chaos, the White King's resolve hardened. "My will… is their own," he declared, launching himself toward the crater. Adam followed, shocked and alarmed. "What are you doing?!" he shouted.
"I do what I must… to save my kingdom," the King replied, his face reflected in the void's mirror-like surface, twisted with destruction. He pressed his hands against the darkness and screamed of the air, shaking the ground with the agony of his effort.
The void surged, seeping into his armor, draining his life force, yet he persevered. He flew to a safer platform, huffing and weakened. Red-armored knights tried to support him, but cloaked figures hurled red orbs of darkness. Adam intercepted instantly, shattering them and forcing the attackers to the ground with chains of energy.
Darkness continued to seep, exploding across the city in waves, tentacles of blackness spreading like cancer.The king's mind raced: I can't let this happen.
The White King shoved away the knight attempting to hold him. "Get off me!" Darkness pressed through his armor cracking it and trying to seep out from his containment trying to latch anything beside him, life fading, yet he raised his hands. Orbs of white circles formed, absorbing the remaining civilians from the epicenter and whisking them to safety.
Then, with an eruption of pure radiance, he unleashed a wave of cleansing light over the devastated area. He leaned forward, coughing, agonized yet resolute. His gaze hardened as he turned to the red-armored knights.
"Take my daughter to a safe place," he commanded, voice strained but unwavering. "Ensure she is entrusted with a diplomacy mission to a nearby state."
Every motion, every word carried the weight of a kingdom's survival.
It felt as though the void was hollowing him from within, draining the strength from his body. His ears rang with a deafening silence, and the world seemed muted around him. Light burned behind his eyelids, fading his vision to a blinding white that made even the simplest shapes indistinct.
Through the haze, the White King's voice cut through, calm but heavy with authority. "Adam… if you seek power, go to the Fairy Chamber. There, my son awaits. I trust you, for you are an Ascended One. Train him…to learn to become a true king. Only then will you wield the strength you seek."
Adam: "Huh?"