The air around them seemed to freeze in anticipation. Just then, the shadowy figure’s dark energy began to lose its power mysteriously. The dark aura that hurled towards the duke, froze mid air.
The Dukes who had been moments away from facing certain destruction all sighed in collective relief. However, the relief was short-lived, replaced by an new unmistakable tension that settled over the banquet hall like a heavy fog.
Every eye in the room turned towards Julian, whose gaze remained fixed on the sky above. He was smiling and his expressions were unreadable.
Duke Ethwer unable to conceal his confusion, muttered, “What is he doing now? What’s going on?”
Duke Norish sneered, “Has his mind gone to shit after getting stabbed? Is he lost in a daze?”
But Alden had different reaction. He knew what is was, as he had seen it before. His eyes narrowed as he observed Julian with a knowing expression.
“No… it’s not that.” His voice was grave, as he recognized the silent but profound force.
Just then, “Authority,” Julian whispered, his voice carrying a quiet intensity that sent a ripple of unease through the air.
In an instant, the heavens themselves responded. The sky above darkened with a sudden ferocity, as bolts of lightning split the clouds. Thunder roared, louder and more violent than ever before, as if the world itself was coming to an end.
Fear gripped the hearts of all who watched, their eyes wide with terror as the very air seemed to tremble in response to the chaos unfolding before them.
Julian’s eyes remained fixed on the sky, unblinking, as if he were commanding the heavens themselves. Slowly, his body began to transform. A radiant, white armor formed around him. It crackled with raw lightning energy.
His once blonde hair transformed as it changed to a brilliant white. The sight was overwhelming, an embodiment of divine power that left every onlooker frozen in awe and fear.
The entire banquet hall fell into a stunned silence as Julian’s transformation unfolded before their eyes. The dukes, the king, the count, and Lilia all stood frozen, unable to tear their eyes away from the spectacle.
The air was thick with disbelief as the once-confident and charming man they knew now radiated an aura of immense power that seemed to transcended mortal comprehension.
The thunderous storm in the sky raged on, matching the intensity of Julian’s presence.
The dukes stood speechless, their gazes filled with awe and fear. The king, his usual regal composure cracked as he watched with wide eyes as if witnessing the arrival of a god on earth.
Julian’s gaze finally fell down from the sky and locked onto the shadow figure. The moment Julian’s gaze locked onto the shadowy figure, it finally flinched for the first time as unmistakable tremor ran through it.
Julian’s eyes, now glowing with an whitish, divine light narrowed as he called upon his Authority, his voice low but commanding. “Lightning Embodiment.”
In an instant, his body transformed to a being of pure lightning. He shot forward, his speed so great that the world around him seemed to blur.
In the blink of an eye, he closed the distance between him and the shadow figure. It flinched in response, but before it could react, Julian held it with a predatory grip. His fingers crackled with lighting as he lifted the figure effortlessly.
Within a heartbeat, Julian instantly teleported and his form vanished from the castle’s grounds and reappeared in a desolate land far from the vicinity of the castle.
The shadowy figure was trembling under Julian’s tight grasp. His grip tightened for a moment before he threw the shadow figure forward with a force that sent it crashing to the ground.
The figure collided with the ground and the impact created a shockwave that sent dust and debris into the air. It struggled to regain its footing as it glared at Julian.
Julian’s gaze remained fixed on the shadowy figure, his expression a mix of disappointment and determination. “A pity, Marcus. Look how far you have fallen.”
The shadowy figure shuddered at the mention of his name, a cold, unfamiliar fear washing over him. Marcus finally spoke. “Looks like you have seen through me.”
Without giving Julian any more time to respond Marcus shouted, “Julian, today I will kill you,” his voice filled with venom.
He then conjured a trident made of pure death energy. It was extremely ominous and it pulsed with nothing but destruction. With a savage roar, he hurled it toward Julian.
Julian himself summoned his Cosmic Spear of Death. Its aura radiated with lightning and cosmic energy.
“Go and destroy,” he commanded, sending the spear through the air towards Marcus.
The two weapons collided mid-air, creating a massive explosion of energy that shook the very ground beneath them. The clash of death energy and cosmic power sent shockwaves across the battlefield, leaving nothing but destruction.
The two weapons clashed in a deafening roar. Julian’s eyes remained fixed on Marcus as he spoke, his voice calm yet tinged with disappointment.
“You were the son of a Duke with an enormous future,” Julian said, his gaze piercing. “And look what you have become… a demon. Because of you, now your entire family will be implicated.”
Marcus’ body trembled, his anger swelling as the words hit him. He gritted his teeth, his eyes burning with fury.
“It’s because of you, Julian,” he hissed. “It’s all because of you! You have taken everything from me… you ruined it all!”
The trident pressed forward, inching closer to Julian as Marcus’s voice shook with rage.
“You took Isabel from me!” he screamed, his fury boiling over. “You took the spotlight that should have belonged to me! Everywhere I go, there is a praise of you, but none for me. The Viscount of Azazel congratulated you, but did not even spare a glance for me. The king holds you in favor, while I’m left in the shadows! Everything that should have been mine—you took it all from me!”
His words were laced with jealousy, bitterness, and a deep, consuming rage. Marcus’s face twisted in anguish as he continued to pour out his resentments.
“You think you are better than me, don’t you?” he said. “You’ve stolen everything—my pride, my place, my future! You’ve made me nothing”
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