Chaos' Heir

Chapter 1540: Landmark

Khan had to admit his patience was running thin. He understood the value of sticking to plans, and he was even to blame for refusing the mana’s offer, but the True Chaos was really pushing it.

The way Khan saw it, the True Chaos didn’t need to waste his time like that. If the God wanted a private audience, Khan would happily grant it. He preferred that over risking his underlings’ lives anyway.

Instead, the True Chaos wasn’t only forcing the team to traverse multiple environments for no apparent reason. It was also splitting the group little by little, forcing fights that had no clear purpose.

Some rationale joined Khan’s annoyance, fueling it. Blowing the True Chaos’ plan apart could give the regulated universe a better shot at victory. Spreading a bit of wanton destruction would also satisfy Khan very much.

Still, the opposite could be true, too. Actually, it was a far bigger possibility than Khan’s unrestrained venting ruining a God’s plan.

All things considered, whatever the God had in mind was working in the regulated universe’s favor. The latter was only facing suitable threats, avoiding the unrestrained slaughter that a superior power could cause.

The army was fighting with the bloated-backed monsters and warriors, while the members of the elite team were facing the Kings. Everything was going exactly how the allied front had desired without needing to struggle to achieve that, and Khan snapping might ruin that.

Khan could take on those three Kings by himself and blow that fake world apart, but his army and the companions who had remained behind might pay the price for his recklessness.

And if there was one thing that Khan accepted to restrain himself for, it was his underlings’ lives.

Nevertheless, that whole train of thought turned out to be unnecessary since someone made that decision for Khan.

Mazatl’s competitive spirit couldn’t be any more intense. She had just lost the chance to join two fights, and Thilku had preceded her in both instances. That was too much for her, making her step forward as soon as she felt that a battle could happen.

The Ef’i’s actions forced other evolved warriors in the group to imitate her. Mazatl walked directly for the smiling, tall King, but the area had two more spots to fill.

“I guess it’s my turn,” Dean Ulluw cursed, stepping forward, separating himself from the group to approach one of the available Kings. “We can’t just be along for the ride, right?”

Perac seemed to agree with the statement since he also stepped forward, stopping once he stood before the last King.

The arrangement was set, so Khan could only spare the taller King one last glance before rushing toward the direction he had pointed at earlier. The Emperor had done the same a fraction of a second before him, and the rest of the group followed.

Of course, Khan and the Emperor were containing their speed. They would leave everyone far behind otherwise. Yet, everyone crossed far more ground than normal due to the environment’s peculiar nature.

The space all over the plain felt stretched, but it condensed after advancing in the appointed direction for a while, putting an enormous distance between the two trios who had remained behind.

It reached the point when Khan couldn’t even sense a single trace of his companions anymore, but his mind was elsewhere, and his thoughts eventually escaped from his mouth.

“What do you think?” Khan asked, knowing his fellow leader would understand what he truly meant.

“I do not,” The Emperor declared. “Whatever awaits us, we’ll fight it.”

That straightforward thinking conveyed profound wisdom. Khan’s worries were on point, but the predicament had no solution. Things were working fine, so the team would proceed forward.

And, if something went wrong, Khan could still destroy everything. That option would exist as long as he was around.

The condensed space continued for a bit longer until it suddenly stopped, bringing a transformation to the horizon. The plain that seemed to extend endlessly had now gained a tall mountain in the distance, as well as slightly brighter colors.

The place finally had a landmark, and its purpose couldn’t be more obvious. Still, that wasn’t the only novelty that arrived.

Four auras descended into the area before black figures accompanied them. Four Kings flew down from the sky, surrounding the group while stopping above it.

The True Chaos wanted more opponents, and the regulated universe responded. Lord Envoy, Lord Blind Sword, Kodwa, and Airrak moved toward the four Kings, remaining on the ground but declaring themselves as their challengers.

The event caused no exchange of words, but Lord Envoy did glance at Liiza, who broke her aloof stance to nod at him.

With the Royal Guard staying behind, Liiza was the only expert in space-related fields who could lead Khan and the Emperor to their target. She obviously understood her role, and her nod made the remaining trio shoot toward the distant mountain.

In less than a minute, Khan, the Emperor, and Liiza were faced with the same condensed space, crossing incalculable distances in mere seconds.

The mountain that had stood tall on the horizon grew immensely close with each step the trio took, seemingly teleporting whenever they advanced by a single inch.

At that pace, the remaining team would be upon that landmark in seconds, but Liiza stopped before reaching that destination, making Khan follow suit. The Emperor continued ahead, disappearing with his next step, but catching up with him promised to be quick.

“[My opponent is the creator of this space],” Liiza explained, sighing, emotions blending with her native language. “[He has been watching us since we landed].”

Khan lifted his glowing gaze at the starless sky, his eyes darting left and right, failing to spot anything specific. His senses were great, but he probably lacked the necessary proclivity to understand Liiza’s realization.

Nevertheless, Khan didn’t doubt his wife for a second. If she believed she had to remain behind, he had to let her, no matter how worried he was.

“[I’ll put an end to this],” Khan promised.

Liiza wanted to say countless things, but nothing escaped her mouth. She and her husband had never needed words in the first place, so she just reached for his hand, careful not to move herself too much in that condensed space.

Khan held that cold palm tightly, smiling at the serious expression Liiza wore, conveying a silent oath. He knew what she wanted. It was something she would happily trade the safety of the universe for.

Liiza only desired for Khan to return at her side and be the husband and father their family needed, so he had to reassure her. He wouldn’t only win. He would also remain who he was.

Then, a white halo started shining from Liiza’s figure, teleporting her away, leaving Khan with nothing to grasp.