The Kingmaker System Chapter 721 - 720. Vanguard: Queen (6)
Previously on The Kingmaker System...
The Archmage's expression turned terrifyingly cold as his sharp eyes scanned the panicked Mages assembled on the upper levels of the arena. Many of them stood frozen, some in sheer horror at the creature before them, while others appeared utterly bewildered by the gruesome spectacle that had just unfolded. Silas's gaze deepened. "What are all of you doing just standing around?" His voice sliced through the tense air, causing the younger Mages to flinch violently. "S-Should we evacuate the people first?!" one stammered. "What even is that thing?!" another exclaimed. "Archmage, the Queen she-" "Silence." Silas's mana pressure surged outward instantaneously, an oppressive weight settling over the surroundings. The trembling voices abruptly ceased. "Layer the barriers around the civilians and triple the reinforcements for the royal section. No one is to let that creature leave this arena," Silas commanded icily. The Mages finally snapped back to reality, hastily dispersing throughout the colosseum. Magical formations blinked to life across the arena, one after another. Pale blue barriers shimmered into existence around the audience stands, and additional defensive layers enveloped the upper sections near the royal balcony. The atmosphere within the colosseum transformed in an instant. The grand arena, once alive with celebration and cheers, now felt suffocating. It resembled a colossal prison erected to contain a horrifying calamity. Alys slowly lowered herself onto the shattered stone floor as Silas released his hold. Pain still throbbed ferociously in her side, but she forced herself to remain upright, her gaze locked onto the creature. And the creature was watching them. Its glowing red eyes meticulously tracked the movements of the Mages, the shimmering barriers, the guards, and the terrified crowd below. The entity tilted its head slightly, as if attempting to comprehend its surroundings. A sense of unease began to creep under Alys's skin. Its behavior was no longer that of a mindless beast. Rainwater trickled from the creature's claws, its chestRising and falling with slow, irregular breaths. Then, abruptly, the winds around the ruined balcony shifted. A sharp gust of wind exploded outward, sweeping across the arena. Several individuals cried out in alarm as the pressure surged through the stands, rattling the barriers. Silas's eyes narrowed instantly. "...Wind mana?" he muttered. Alys felt her stomach plummet. That had been Katherine's affinity. The creature had inherited it. As if sensing their dawning realization, the entity wearing Katherine's face slowly widened its maw into another ghastly smile. Alys clenched her teeth as the creature lunged at her once more. The piercing screech it emitted made the very air tremble, and its claws tore through the stone floor where she had stood moments before. "Alys!" Roger shouted from behind her. "I told you to stay back!" Alys retorted sharply. She thrust her hand forward, launching several blazing fireballs through the rain toward the creature. The flames detonated upon impact, engulfing Katherine's body. The watching spectators gasped in unison. For a fleeting moment, the creature vanished within the roaring inferno. But then, the flames began to falter. A hissing sound filled the air as the rain intensified, dousing the fire almost immediately. Thick steam rose throughout the arena as the creature slowly emerged from the dying embers. Its skin was charred black in several places, and half of Katherine's face had nearly melted away, revealing glimpses of jagged teeth and something dark writhing beneath the flesh. Yet, the injuries were already mending. The rainwater flowed over its burned skin, and the purification mana seemed to slow the spread of corruption. Alys's expression darkened. The rain was diminishing the power of her fire. However, it was also hindering the creature. The monster snarled furiously, its distorted body twitching with an almost animalistic intensity. It opened its maw wider, and a violent gust of wind erupted outward. Silas, by this time, had managed to gain control of the inner barrier protecting the populace. He reinforced the barrier's layers, ensuring the creature's spells would not affect the bystanders. He realized he couldn't engage in combat while simultaneously maintaining the barrier. Suddenly, he felt another layer of reinforcement bolster his own, accompanied by a strange warmth, as if he himself were enveloped in a protective mana field. Silas instinctively looked up, his gaze falling upon Marquis Fairisles, who stood on his balcony. It was the Marquis's mana. The Marquis was old, and thankfully, had not insisted on fighting himself when the young Mage had brought the injured woman to them with Alys's message. The rain would aid in healing the woman's injuries, so their only course of action was to trust Alys for now.
Silas let out a soft click of his tongue, his attention returning to the arena far below.
Another powerful explosion rocked the combatants.
Alys swiftly dodged a savage swipe aimed at her throat, sliding under the blow. She then thrust her palm upward, unleashing a concentrated torrent of flames that detonated against the creature’s midsection, hurling it backward into a toppled pillar.
The stone supports shattered, sending dust and steam billowing into the air. For a fleeting instant, a profound silence descended upon the arena.
The spectators, their hearts hammering against their ribs, wondered if the Mage had secured victory. But then, the wind shifted once more.
Alys's instincts blazed, compelling her to twist aside instantly. Several razor-sharp gusts of wind whipped past, narrowly missing her body and gouging deep furrows into the arena walls behind her.
From the accumulating debris, the monstrous form of the creature began to re-emerge.
Half of Katherine's face was now completely gone. Ripped flesh dangled precariously, revealing glimpses of sharp teeth and something dark, writhing beneath the skin with every movement.
Remarkably, it seemed to be smiling, or at least attempting to contort its features into such an expression.
Alys drew a slow, steady breath, a dangerous heat beginning to coalesce around her fingertips.
The persistent rain was indeed dampening the potency of her flames.
However, it was also serving to contain the monstrous entity.
With neither combatant able to exert their full power, the battle had, thus far, been prevented from descending into utter chaos.
High above the grand colosseum, Caelthir observed the unfolding spectacle with a detached amusement.
Raindrops leisurely dripped from the spire's edge, where he was perched. His golden eyes tracked the back-and-forth below. Wisps of steam continuously veiled the battlefield. The flames lacked their usual fierce brilliance under the downpour, and the Chimera's vile corruption was kept at bay by the purifying mana woven into the very rain.
"How tiresome," he murmured to himself.
His gaze then shifted, drifting towards the distant expanse of Oasis's streets. He could still sense the violent surge of Ocean's mana clashing against the Domina.
A subtle smile touched the corners of his lips.
"Apologies, little Dragon," he whispered, supporting his chin with his palm, "but this spectacle is becoming rather difficult to savor."
His attention snapped back to Alys just as she narrowly evaded another brutal swipe of its claws.
"I believe I shall alter the conditions," he stated.
He raised his free hand and casually snapped his fingers.
The result was instantaneous. The dark clouds hovering above the colosseum churned violently, as if grasped by an unseen force, before being violently ripped asunder. Brilliant sunlight streamed down through the sudden rift in the sky.
Beyond the arena's confines, the tempest continued its ferocious assault across the kingdom.
But within the magical barrier, the rain abruptly ceased its descent.
A solitary raindrop traced a path from Alys's chin as she momentarily froze, surprised by the sudden change.
Around her, the obscuring steam began to slowly dissipate, revealing the arena in clearer detail.