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Chapter 825: Sow
The word struck the chamber like a thunderclap.
A sow.
The supreme matriarch of the high elven nobility
The woman who traced her lineage back to the founders, who had spent three centuries having her train carried by maidens of pure blood, reduced to livestock for the green/brown skinned tribes of the western wastes.
“You dare?!” Morvana shrieked, her voice snapping into absolute, unhinged hysteria.
The last shred of her regal composure vanished, replaced by the feral, desperate fury of a trapped predator. Her face contorted into a mask of pure hatred, her golden eyes flashing with blinding, elemental rage as she rose from her throne, tearing herself away from the guards.
“You filthy, low-born human mongrel!” she screamed, her voice echoing violently off the vaulted ceiling. “You dare speak to me of beasts?! The high houses of the northern provinces will march on this palace before the week is out! The ancient lineage of my very own soul cannot be bound by mortal vermin! I am the Queen of Caeloria! I will tear your soul from your wretched carcass and feed your entrails to the crows!”
Desperation overrode all tactical calculation.
Morvana channeled the entirety of her mana into a forbidden, high-tier earthen art.
Her meridians flared with blinding, emerald-brown light, the air around her warping under the sudden surge of gravitational pressure.
CRACK!
The marble floor directly beneath Jack’s boots exploded.
A massive, five-pronged spike of compressed, razor-sharp granite erupted upward with the velocity of an artillery shell, aimed directly at Jack’s chest and throat to impale him before he could speak another word.
Jack did not move.
He did not draw a weapon.
He did not even shift his weight.
Ren Ryzard stepped into the path of the rising granite with a single, weightless glide.
He did not draw his katana. He stood before Jack, his arms hanging loosely at his sides, his flat blue eyes watching the stone rise.
BOOM!
The massive, high-density earthen spike aimed at Ren’s silver-blue armor directly over his heart.
There was no magical explosion.
There was no kinetic deflection.
The moment the high-tier spell reached a few feet from him, the magical matrix holding the compressed earth together collapsed completely, unraveling at the fundamental level against Ren’s magic immunity.
The lethal granite shattered into a cloud of harmless, powdery dust that drifted softly onto the floor.
“Primitive,” Ren murmured with cold, detached disdain. “Modern elven spellcraft is truly pathetic compared to the ancient arts.”
The shockwave ruffled Ren’s silver-streaked hair, but his frame did not move a single millimeter.
Morvana choked, stumbling backward against her throne as the magical backlash tore through her meridians, burning her lungs.
Jack reached into his dimensional storage and produced a heavy collar forged from abyssal iron.
The metal was covered in dense, blood-red suppression runes that pulsed with an ominous, rhythmic hum.
He handed the collar to Ren.
“Ren,” Jack commanded quietly. “Collar the sow.”
Ren took the iron band.
In the span of a single microsecond, he vanished from the floor and reappeared directly behind Morvana’s throne.
Before the Queen could scream, Ren clamped the heavy iron collar around her pale neck.
CLICK.
The suppression runes flared with a blinding crimson light, burning directly through her silk collar and biting deep into her flesh.
Morvana let out a strangled, breathless shriek as the collar sealed.
The connection between her soul and the world’s ambient mana was instantly, brutally severed.
Her core went completely dark, cold as ice, and the strength fled her limbs in a single, devastating wave.
She collapsed to her knees on the dais, gasping for air like a dying fish, her trembling hands clawing uselessly at the cold iron welded around her throat.
Jack did not spare her another look. He turned his back on the dais, walking slowly to the center of the semicircle where view of the eleven High Council members lay dead.
He stood among the pools of dark blood, raised his right hand toward the high vaulted ceiling, and splayed his fingers wide.
A deep, low-frequency hum resonated through the foundation of the palace, a vibration that did not travel through the stone, but through the metaphysical fabric of reality itself.
Jack’s heterochromic eyes ignited with a blinding, silver ethereal light.
CLANK!
CLANK!
CLANK!
From Jack’s outstretched palm, eleven massive, translucent chains of pure spiritual authority erupted into the physical world.
The chains did not strike randomly; they snaked across the blood-soaked floor with terrifying intelligence, as if the chains had their own will.
They pierced directly through the chests of the eleven dead councilors.
One chain drove deep into Leandros Malakor’s burst ribcage.
One wrapped around Rowan Starling’s hemorrhaged throat.
One anchored into Fauna Meridan’s broken spine.
One coiled around Sariel Nyctelios’s headless shoulders.
One sank into the caustic, melted sludge of Caspian Alyon.
And the remaining six plunged into the corpses of the lesser nobility arranged around the desks.
VUUUUUUUUM!
The grand chamber was filled with an unearthly, gravitational roar as Jack drew his fist backward.
From each of the eleven corpses, a glowing, translucent sphere of spiritual energy was violently ripped from the mortal flesh.
The eleven soul orbs hovered in the air, pulsing erratically and vibrating with intense resistance as they tried to break free of the ethereal tethers.
They had no voices or mouths to scream, but their frantic, shuddering movements showed their desperate, futile struggle against the Soul Warden’s authority.
Jack tightened his grip, pumping pure rage directly through the links.
The resistance of the soul orbs collapsed instantly under the overwhelming spiritual pressure.
Before Queen Morvana’s dilated, horror-stricken eyes, the bright golden luminescence of the high elven souls was forcibly stripped away, suffocated by his dark mana.
The orbs turned into dense, lightless spheres of pure dark essence.
Their bodies began rebuilding themselves as the binding completed.
Their skin manifested as deep, lightless charcoal.
Their eyes transformed into profound, lightless voids. Their previously refined, distinguished features reconfigured into an expression of enduring malevolence.
With the transformation complete, the eleven physical bodies dropped to their feet, landing soundlessly behind their former desks.
Eleven Dark Elf Nobles stood in the sacred council hall of Caeloria, their lightless eyes fixed upon Jack Kaiser in absolute, eternal subjugation.
Morvana’s mind shattered completely.
She crawled backward on her knees, pressing herself against the golden base of the throne, her fingernails bleeding as she clawed at the stone, her voice rising into a broken, terrified shriek:
“Necromancy! You brought them back as monsters! They are Dark Elves! The cursed race! The butchers of the deep! They will slaughter the city! They will murder us all in our beds!”
Jack turned his head slowly, his heterochromic gaze pinning the weeping Queen to the stone.
“I am the Soul Warden,” Jack stated, his voice adopting a tone so frigid and devoid of human warmth that the ambient temperature within the grand hall appeared to plummet significantly.
“These savage beasts are mine to command. They breathe when I permit it. They advance when I point. They will only murder you if I decide that you deserve death.”
The eleven dark elves behind the desks kept a profound silence, their fingers grazing the hilts of their weapons.
Their unlit eyes fixated on the distressed Queen, conveying an ancient and malevolent intent.
The sacred council hall of Caeloria, the seat of pureblood supremacy for a millennium, had been hollowed out from the inside.
Its masters dead, their souls reforged into tools of the Spire, standing as silent monuments to the total supremacy of Jack Kaiser.
A sharp, golden chime echoed in Jack’s mind, accompanied by glowing translucent text that hovered briefly before his vision:
[You have completed the first half of Dreknar’s Favor Part V!]
[Turn the Elven Council into Dark Elves!]
[Objective: 1/2]
The spectral chime of the completed quest objective faded from Jack Kaiser’s consciousness, leaving the vast Council Chamber submerged in an absolute, suffocating silence.
Behind the semicircle of the Council tier, eleven figures stood in unbroken, spectral symmetry. Where there had once been the shallow, perfumed arrogance of high elven aristocrats, there was now only the cold, unyielding presence of the Soul Warden’s immortal vanguard.
They did not breathe.
Not a single piece of their robe shifted.
Their empty, obsidian gazes were locked forward, awaiting the singular will of the young human who had dismantled their millennium-old dynasty in less than an hour.
Jack slowly lowered his right hand.
The pale blue ethereal chains that had dragged the souls from their mortal vessels dissolved into thin, luminous wisps of vapor, sinking into the cracks of the blood-stained marble floor.
Jack smoothed the dark lapels of his coat, turning his back on the silent rank of dark elven councilors.
He stepped across the center aisle, his boots crunching softly over the fine, powdery dust of Morvana’s shattered earth magic, stepping cleanly over the caustic, smoking depression where Caspian Alyon’s remains continued to sizzle and dissolve into the stone.
At the base of the royal dais, Queen Morvana was shivering uncontrollably.
Her regal composure had been ground into dust.
Her elaborate silk gown, embroidered with the golden sunbursts of the First Dynasty, was torn and stained with blood and gray stone powder.
Her jeweled diadem lay three paces away, resting upside down in a puddle of Rowan Starling’s cooling blood, its pearlescent gems stained dark crimson.