Killed Me? Now I Have Your Power Chapter 470: Broken beings

Chapter 470 – Broken beings

"It’s getting harder to avoid Katy." Sky muttered softly to himself as he passed beneath a canopy of trees bathed in yellow light from the blazing sun overhead.

A gentle wind brushed by his ears, bearing the fresh aroma of the woods mixed with an unfamiliar taint.

Something more sinister.

His steps produced no noise, left no marks while he advanced steadily, surrounded closely by trees on every side. From afar, an observer would see Sky as a ghostly shadow gliding through the physical realm.

Only a faint, ethereal white outline of an odd presence revealed him.

"I have improved." He nodded approvingly. "I can now manifest far more intricate visions into existence."

Still, this power stayed confined to his body alone, far from altering the world around him. Unless he unleashed his domain, that is.

He let out a sharp breath, seizing this solitary moment en route to his goal to reflect on recent events.

Starting from Order Draco’s fury over Uncle Azad’s outrageous deed, right up to the sudden scrapping of their planned strike on the Heir of Monsters within just one day.

Every Order Leader deemed it wiser to hold back against such a vital and terrifying enemy when split apart, especially with one faction greatly diminished.

Sky nearly chuckled at it all. Fate could be so bizarre at times.

It cornered you relentlessly, only to offer a brief pause, whispering:

Only two days prior, tears had streamed down his face over an impossible decision: alter his race or flee and forfeit all his hard-earned gains.

The scant time granted for choice had fogged his thoughts, trapping him like a bird in a barren cage.

’Yet now, Uncle Azad has changed it all.’ He shook his head, mixing thankfulness with sorrow.

Thankful for Azad’s sacrifices made for him, for everyone.

Sorrowful since Azad was gone. Uncle Azad was...dead.

Sky gritted his teeth, fighting back fresh tears. He couldn’t let them fall. Uncle Azad had given his all.

Now it fell to him.

’Please, Heavens, don’t let me fail again.’ He pleaded, weary in silence. ’Don’t let me let down those who trust me... once more.’

To achieve that, Sky realized he must embrace what he’d feared, what he’d sworn not to attempt.

With that resolve, he stopped before a tree identical to its neighbors—towering, rough, dark-green—utterly ordinary.

Until Sky murmured words beneath his breath.

The tree split open like a forced door, exposing a shadowy tunnel within. He entered, and it sealed shut on its own.

Darkness, moisture, and the stench of blood and perspiration filled the interior.

Sky spotted the slumped figure against the wall right away, her single silver eye meeting his gaze.

He snapped his fingers. Crimson illumination erupted overhead, illuminating the cramped wooden chamber.

Keisha winced her eye and grumbled against the brightness.

"I brought food and drink." Sky announced, pulling items from his space ring to lay out a feast before the injured draconic female.

She wasted no time pretending. She grabbed everything and devoured it like a famished animal—which she truly was.

Sky observed in silence, pondering Uncle Azad’s boon once more.

’I owe you deeply, Uncle.’

"Who would have thought," Keisha remarked abruptly, cheeks stuffed, "that renowned Sky would aid a dragon? Certainly not I."

"Life is made of surprises." He shrugged.

"None can deny that."

"But you’ll be let down if you believe I rescued you from pure kindness." Sky’s crimson eyes narrowed. "You realize that, right?"

"What do you want from me?" Keisha grinned. Still, an unease stirred in him from her demeanor. Despite her vibrant chatter and vigor, her eye held only profound void.

A void concealing something graver, which she frantically sought to hide from him.

Yet how could she succeed?

Sky embodied vengeance itself. His existence revolved around its pursuit—against persons or forces—unwavering and fierce.

Thus, he recognized the expression on Keisha’s scarred visage. Precisely for that reason...

"My hatred for Order Draco is no secret to you, I bet."

"You’re quite liked there, actually." She replied.

Ignoring her mockery, Sky continued. "That long-simmering hatred within me has granted a peculiar sense to detect others who feel the same."

He approached Keisha nearer, noting her slight tremble. He said nothing of it. Kneeling before her, he brushed away the food scraps with a single sweep.

His gaze fixed on her solitary eye. Gradually, he lifted his hand to softly place it on her left cheek—the ravaged side, where her left eye remained a hollow scar of shredded flesh and shattered bone.

Keisha quivered under his contact. Instinct screamed for retreat. Yet Sky’s touch oddly soothed the throbbing ache plaguing her thoughts since that fateful night.

Her eye expanded. A subtle glow emerged within.

"You hate Order Draco, don’t you?"

She gulped at his words, paused briefly, then nodded fiercely, her eye aflame. "Yes." She snarled. "I hate them. I loathe them. I hate The Fat. I hate Cole. I hate—!"

"Then work with me." Sky interrupted, his hand persisting in its soft caress. "Join me to topple the Order. Alone, it’s impossible for you. And after years of readiness, I’ve learned it’s impossible for me too."

Keisha’s breaths quickened. Sky’s fingers glided tenderly over her features—lips, eye, nose—as if imprinting them deep into his being.

She relished it. The longer he continued, the more she craved it. That odd sensation twisted her lips into a lopsided smile.

"You want my mind in your hand, Sky." She echoed, lifting her hand to stroke his cheek in kind.

Such exquisite, delicate skin, she admired, stroking with growing passion.

"I will need everything of you in my hands to trust you, I am afraid." He stated.

"Even my body?"

Sky hesitated. He chewed his inner cheek.

"Even your body."

"How can you want this wretched face?" She questioned, voice quaking unbidden. "How can you want to own this face, this body, this broken soul—you, Sky, gifted with beauty and skill? I am a monster, Sky! Can you not see me? I am a—!"

"We all are." Sky interjected, pressing forward till their brows met. "We are all monsters, Keisha. Lately, I’ve realized the deadliest ones hide behind beauty."

He grinned, his visage so stunningly gorgeous it pained to behold. "I should be the one asking."

He paused.

"Will you accept me?"

Keisha’s eye gleamed with held-back hateful tears, her smile feral. "I will accept you if for nothing else than to spit in the face of all of them." She traced his lips. "I don’t care anymore, Sky. I don’t care. Take me. Take my body, my soul, my mind. Embrace me with your beauty. Be the sky of my broken world."

Her lips inched toward his, breaths intertwining like twisting serpents.

"And satisfy my vengeance. I want them dead. All those dragons. I will be your blade at their hearts."

"You won’t be a blade." Sky replied. "You will be much more."

Keisha went quiet. Then she grinned and shut her eye.

"And strangely..."

She kissed him. Sky sealed his heart, pushing aside Katy and Eimi, welcoming the kiss from a shattered woman... as a shattered man.

—End of Chapter 470—