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Chapter 493: Chapter 493: Red Sea
Chapter 493 – Red Sea
Sabine sat in the middle of the room. The headless body of little Kaden to her right, and the body of Orien to her left.
And on her lap, soaked in blood, she held the boy’s head, his eyes wide open, the pain of having his head torn from his neck still frozen there with overwhelming intensity.
Something was still alive in those dead eyes, despite everything.
The dead were not supposed to carry emotion. Yet Sabine found more feeling in those dead eyes than she herself was capable of producing.
It irritated her deeply. Especially when she thought about the events that had brought all of this to pass.
The events that had made her what she was now. The events that had broken her completely.
“Your mother is a fool, isn’t she?” Sabine whispered, her alien blue eyes fixed on the head in her lap. “Doesn’t she know that names are not simply names? Names are legacy. And not everyone can carry them. But how could she know? A useless woman like her, trapped in this world for decades…how could she possibly understand?”
“Here you are, boy. Killed because you bear a name you were never supposed to carry. But don’t worry, you will not be the only one to die tonight.”
Her lips pulled into a wide, eerie smile as she turned her head toward one side of the room.
She was not looking at the wall. Her eyes travelled past it, past the house, across the streets of Waverith, until they landed on the enormous Red House of the Warborn.
The usual feeling of danger she always felt there was absent. Her suspicions were confirmed.
“Something happened.” Sabine murmured, her lips red with the sweet blood of little Kaden. “Something significant enough for the two of them to disappear.”
How wonderful. How utterly wonderful.
With them gone, her mental power sliced through the barrier surrounding the Red House and landed inside a training ground.
There she saw a black-haired woman falling face-first into a puddle of her own vomit, losing consciousness completely, twin swords glowing restlessly beside her.
A surge of wicked delight seized Sabine entirely, and she found herself unable to wait any longer.
She looked one last time at the severed head of little Kaden, tilting her own head. Then she raised one finger and gouged out the boy’s eyes without mercy, irritated by the sheer richness of feeling still present in them even in death.
Afterwards she went to each body in turn, clawing open their chests, pulling out the hearts, drawing the intestines and organs into the open.
“Don’t be sad.” She said, her voice entirely stripped of guilt or compassion. “I will take their hearts for you. I know an alchemist, a good one. I don’t like him. But he can create puppets that will feel for you exactly what they felt for you. How about it? Happy? Oh, no answer? Did I break you that completely? Oh my. Oh my, oh my. Now I feel lonely. Lonely, lonely, lonely.”
She kept muttering like a woman touched by madness, moving through the room as if dancing, storing the hearts inside her space ring. Then she straightened and looked at the two bodies, that mockery of a smile still on her face, considering what to do with them.
She had no time to think deeply about it for she had no idea when the two would return. So without further deliberation, she used telekinesis and compressed the bodies into two cubic masses of condensed flesh, bone and organ.
She took those too, then she walked out of the room and out of the house.
Soon enough she was moving through the streets, barefoot, her black nightgown and her face and hands soaked with the blood of the innocent.
No one noticed her, as if she were a wraith let loose into the physical world by some demoness — unseen, undetectable, impossible to protect yourself from unless you had already been struck.
And by then it would be far too late.
“Kaden Warborn. Kaden Warborn. Kaden Warborn.” She chanted, swaying through her steps as if dancing. “You took from me the one I loved the most.”
Her eyes became twin voids of swirling blue mental energy. Hatred so boundless, so deep and profound, worked its way out of them, and the world seemed to recoil in revulsion at the sight of it.
“Then I will take from you everything you love. Everything. Even if it is the last thing I do.”
She had nothing left to lose. Nothing left to care about. Nothing to gain.
She was hatred and revenge made into flesh. And she would not stop until Kaden wept blood enough to fill the world.
At that thought, Sabine’s smile stretched wider still, and her bloody footsteps carried her toward the Red House, where a girl stricken by grief was mourning alone.
…
“You will regret this!” Lumy managed to shout as Dain threw her aside, her back slamming against the bark of a blood-red tree of strange shape.
She coughed, face sizzling with burning pain, the stump where her severed hand had been still eating itself in Dain’s fire.
The agony was overwhelming.
Dain was no better, though he had managed to stanch the bleeding using his fire. He looked around, taking in where Griffin had brought them, and almost laughed.
“The Red Sea.” He whispered.
A sea of blood churned just a few paces away, limbs and heads and organs swimming inside it like things living in some obscene ocean.
The air swirled with red mist, and whirlwinds of malice and whispered voices erupted here and there, painting a nightmarish picture.
Looking down, Dain could see shattered steel knotted with flesh beneath his feet, confirming this was where the battle against the Steelbeast had been fought, and won by his family.
‘Thanks mostly to the youngest, from what I heard. Ah, youngest, aren’t you something? Lord of Blood they named you, and you left behind this sea of nightmares as proof of it.’
He smiled through the pain threatening to put him on the ground, quietly proud of his brother.
If Dain was glad to find himself here, Lumy was not. She had heard of this Red Sea — the creation of the Lord of Blood, Hero of Waverith — and wanted nothing to do with it.
Many had been brave enough to enter. Few had come back out. Those who did were mad, and died in that madness.
She cursed under her breath, already hearing wails crackling inside her head, and looked at Dain with undisguised terror and rage.
“Dain.” Griffin called out suddenly, flapping his wings and letting something drop from his mouth.
It landed beside Dain with a sharp tak. He looked down and smiled wider.
His severed arm.
“Thanks, Griffin.” He muttered, then he turned his full attention back to Lumy, burying the pain beneath the anger and grief of his grandfather’s death.
“You know where we are.” He said, stepping toward her. “Then you know no one outside will be able to detect you here.”
“You understand what you have done, Heir of War?” Lumy growled, her face spasming with exhaustion. “You started a war. You have just unleashed the deaths of millions. Or worse.”
“I tried to negotiate.” Dain replied. He crouched in front of her, eyes cold. “I tried for days, Golden Fox. But you were quite committed to finding no middle ground, weren’t you?”
He smiled without humour. Griffin sat on his shoulder, equally unmoved, glaring down at her.
“I had no choice.” Lumy tried, her lips were shaking. “The Shepherd gave the order. I cannot disobey—!”
“I don’t care.” Dain cut her off flatly. “It’s too late for reasons. There is only one thing I care about right now, Golden Fox. And you are going to talk, because I am in no mood to entertain a single word of nonsense.”
He seized her jaw and squeezed until the crack of bone echoed through the air. Lumy cried out.
Dain spoke again, unmoved, with the flat certainty of a man born for war.
“Which of your people want an end to Kaleith’s reign?”
—End of Chapter 493—