Killed Me? Now I Have Your Power

Chapter 436: Chapter 436: Honor

Chapter 436 – Honor

Keisha’s mouth was getting stiff from smiling too much and too falsely.

She sat at a small wooden table adorned with scales at the edge, the red wine she had brought resting on top of it.

Cole was sitting in front of her, looking at her with a strange gaze.

Keisha suppressed a twitch and smiled even more.

It had been only minutes since the beginning of their talk — if one could call it like that — yet Keisha felt like hours had passed. Cole was clearly unresponsive, only nodding and grunting whenever she said something.

A cold, sinking feeling began to creep into her mind. But Keisha kept it at bay, trying her best to calm the ominous sensation whispering to her.

’This is bad.’

"This is so good!" She chirped, sipping her cup of red wine. A wine Cole didn’t touch until now.

Keisha now frowned, making sure Cole saw her expression before continuing, her voice hesitant,

"Why are you not drinking?" She tilted her head, "I got you your favorite wine, yet you didn’t even look at it since the beginning."

"I am just thinking." Cole finally said, his voice like that of a dying old man despite being so young.

’See what fear made you, Cole. It has eaten everything of you. You are nothing but a husk of your former self.’

Keisha suppressed a sneer of disdain painting her face, smiling to invite Cole into saying more.

He did.

"Since that day, Keisha," he began, his withered eyes not leaving her own, "everything changed for me."

"You are not the only one." She retorted, almost too harshly, "We found it together, and we hid it together for our sake. You saw what The Fat did to Lyra. We were right!"

"But nothing remains a secret forever." Cole laughed oddly, raising a trembling hand, hiding his face, "You know that, Keisha. You know that well. Secrets are only secrets for a time. And it’s the same for us."

Keisha’s heart trembled, "W-What are you implying, Cole?"

Her voice stuck in her throat, shuddering, her body tensed, her muscles rippling silently as all her senses became heightened.

The previous bad feeling increased to a whole new degree.

"The Fat has lost his son, Keisha. You know him. He will do everything to find and kill the culprit." He said, looking at Keisha through the cracks of his fingers, "He has begun searching everything from the beginning to the end. And that means he will—!"

"It doesn’t matter." Keisha cut his words, her eyes darting around the room subtly. "Even if he knows we were on duty, it doesn’t matter. He could not link us with the death of his son. Mother Dragons, Cole, we didn’t even kill him."

"The Fat would not care about it."

"What did you do?" Keisha asked directly, slowly getting up. Her gray eyes coldly fixed on Cole, "What did you do, Cole?"

"I know you, Keisha." He finally smiled.

But it was a smile that sent a shiver down Keisha’s neck as instantly, her perception detected dozens of presences around the room.

She stood up abruptly, yanking away the chair on the floor with a loud crack, her body shifting into a fighting stance.

"I know how you think." Cole continued, pushing away the red wine, "I know you will come sooner or later to kill me to ensure my silence."

Keisha’s draconic eyes were glowing with a silvery hue, "You betrayed me." She growled, scales erupting from her face.

Cole smiled, "I saved myself."

That was all Keisha heard before the ceiling of the room turned into ashes, dozens of pairs of eyes looking down on her with cold intent to kill.

All of them wore the purple draconic dress of The Fat, their eyes as pitiless as their master.

Keisha’s heart ran cold. But her mind acted on pure instinct.

Her body transformed into that of a draconian the moment a resounding attack, that made the very room quiver on all sides, thundered down on her left cheek.

Her neck spun and cracked. She cried, blood and scales erupting from the point of impact as she was sent flying away, cannon-like.

Her left eye was completely ruined, the attack popping out her eyeball.

In the air, with pain threatening to darken her whole mind, Keisha managed to see two draconians in the air, falling on her with their claws ready to shred her into pieces.

Her life flashed in front of her as she felt death’s grip tightening on her soul. She stretched her mouth open and cried while breathing overwhelming silver fire.

It was useless, the fire freezing before being shattered like glass by them.

Instantly, the killers were now an inch from—!

BOOOOOOOOMMMMMM!!!

Everything shifted for Keisha as her attackers were flung away by the massive shockwave that suddenly struck the whole Order.

She fell on the ground, rolling over herself, her back scraping on splintered stones. She winced, feeling her blood pounding inside her ears.

Keisha was dying of fear.

She raised her head enough to see her attackers all on the floor, clearly dazed, staggering back with wobbling legs.

The same with Cole.

He raised his head and looked at her, their eyes locking into an intense but fleeting staring contest.

He opened his mouth to shout something, but Keisha had already stood up and run away from the destroyed door, her body breaking, her blood spilling down in waves.

She wouldn’t last long, Keisha chillingly realized, but it seemed the gods were with her as soon after, another earthquake struck the Order, giving her precious time.

This time, the attack came with a weird song. A song that made her wrathful side threaten to erupt.

But Keisha’s mind was too focused on survival. So she ran away.

And this time she ran outside of the Order.

"Cole! Fat! Cole! Fat!" She muttered, her left eye bleeding blood.

"COLE!! FAT!!!!!"

She shrieked in rage as she disappeared with only one eye into the curtain of dust and ashes that rose, veiling the whole Order.

...

Simultaneously, Uncle Azad was standing in the middle of Order Draco.

His two hands were steaming — white and coiling — as if previously caught on fire, his muscles bulging exponentially, veins crawling all over.

He stood in an attacking stance, beneath him seven guards completely dead with their heads exploded into splashes of gore.

Azad’s eyes were closed as he used everything he had; every power.

He knew that his power was not enough to fight the Order. It was a foolish endeavor, but Azad didn’t want the Order.

He wanted The Fat. Only him.

And even if he was still weak against him, that didn’t mean it would stay the same after his sacrifice.

"My Origin, my bloodline, my everything..." he growled, his eyes red with unstable power,

"Take everything of me, Kuru, High King of Vikings, and give me the strength to uphold my Honor."

The world shook, and something like a battle chant from primordial times echoed all around.

He raised his two hands, and a colossal battleaxe made of strange yellow energy constructed itself out of nowhere and fell into his grasp.

An impossible power flooded his whole body.

Azad grinned, seeing the dragons encircling him from all sides. His eyes immediately rested on The Fat Amethyst Dragon, his appearance impossible to miss.

"I have come..." Azad began, "...for you."

No other words were needed.

Azad struck with the strength of the first Vikings, and the world remembered once more the terror of this extinct race.

—End of Chapter 436—