Lord of the realm

Chapter 233: Battle against the Queen Goddess -2

This was a Sovereign Queen at full power. A being who’d governed cosmic forces for eons. A divinity that should have been utterly beyond anything a mortal could challenge.

She raised her hand, and a storm manifested.

Not a normal storm. This was weather given consciousness, given purpose, given murderous intent. Hurricanes combined with lightning storms combined with blizzards combined with every destructive meteorological phenomenon possible.

The storm was miles wide, and Jaenor was at its center.

Wind tore at him from all directions. Lightning struck continuously. Rain fell with such force that each drop was a weapon. Temperature fluctuated wildly, freezing and burning and freezing again.

And through it all, Kailthrys manipulated every element, conducting the storm like a symphony of destruction.

For several moments, Jaenor was completely obscured by the maelstrom. No one watching from below could see him or perceive if he was even still conscious under that assault.

Then his voice emerged, somehow carrying clearly despite the chaos.

"Okay, that’s actually pretty impressive! You’re really good at the weather thing!

But you know what’s funny?"

The storm began to falter.

Not from external interference, but from internal disruption.

"I’m made of chaos. And storms? Storms are organized chaos. Which means..."

The maelstrom shattered.

Jaenor burst through, his body glowing with absorbed energy from everything the storm had thrown at him. Lightning crackled around his limbs. Wind swirled in his wake. His very presence created weather patterns that competed with Kailthrys’s control.

"I can do this too."

He clapped his hands together, and chaos erupted.

Not organized like Kailthrys’s storm.

Pure, primal, unstructured force that simply was.

Colors that shouldn’t exist bloomed in the sky. Sounds that defied categorization echoed across heaven. The very fabric of what was real and what wasn’t became uncertain.

And Kailthrys, for the first time in millennia, took a defensive stance.

Because what Jaenor had unleashed wasn’t something she could counter with weather manipulation or elemental control. It was a fundamental disorder, and her authority, her power, and her entire nature were built on maintaining order.

"This is what I am," Jaenor said, advancing through his own chaos, completely unaffected by the madness swirling around him.

"This is what you wanted to eliminate. But you can’t. Because eliminating chaos means eliminating the foundation everything else is built on. You’d have to unmake existence itself to get rid of me."

He reached Kailthrys’s position, moving through her defensive winds and lightning like they weren’t there, and he placed his hand on her shoulder.

Making contact to prove he could.

Kailthrys stared at Jaenor for a long moment, his hand still on her shoulder, his eyes meeting her golden gaze with unwavering intensity.

Then she smiled.

It wasn’t a cold, controlled expression she’d worn before. This was genuine amusement mixed with something like respect.

"You want me to accept your existence? To acknowledge you as an equal?"

Her power flared, golden light blazing brighter.

"Then prove you deserve that acknowledgment. Show me you’re more than just chaos wrapped in mortal form."

She grabbed his wrist and threw him.

The force behind the motion sent Jaenor hurtling backward through the sky, his body tumbling end over end for miles before he managed to arrest his momentum. He spun to face her, and his grin returned.

"Now we’re talking!"

Kailthrys raised both arms above her head, and the sky responded. Lightning didn’t just strike anymore; it converged. Thousands of bolts wove together into a massive spear of pure electrical fury, easily a mile long, crackling with enough power to split continents.

She hurled it like a javelin.

The lightning spear screamed through the air, leaving a trail of ionized atmosphere, moving faster than sound, faster than most eyes could track.

Jaenor’s body stretched again, but this time not to dodge. His arms elongated to impossible proportions, reaching out to the sides, and he spun. The rotation created a vortex, a whirlpool of air and energy, and when the lightning spear entered his spin, it was caught.

Redirected.

Wound around his rotating form like thread on a spool.

He compressed the captured lightning into a ball between his palms, the electricity crackling and sparking, contained by his will alone. Then he launched it back, not as a spear but as a sphere of concentrated chaos-lightning.

Kailthrys raised a hand, and a wall of compressed wind manifested.

The lightning sphere struck it and exploded, the detonation creating a flash that lit up the entire sky, visible from hundreds of miles away.

BOOM!!!

But neither combatant was damaged.

The Sovereign Queen’s defenses held.

Jaenor’s attack had been countered perfectly.

They stared at each other across the distance, reassessing, acknowledging that this wouldn’t be as simple as either had anticipated.

Kailthrys gestured in a wide arc, and the ocean far below responded again.

But this time, she didn’t just raise columns. She lifted the entire surface.

Water rose in a wall that stretched from horizon to horizon, blocking out the sky, creating a vertical ocean suspended by her will. Fish fell from it, confused. Ships that had been sailing suddenly found themselves on a near-vertical surface, their crews screaming in terror.

The wall began to move, rushing toward Jaenor with the force of a tsunami amplified a thousand times.

Jaenor took a deep breath, and he exhaled.

What emerged wasn’t just wind. It was pressure given form, force concentrated into a visible blast that carved through the air. The breath attack struck the water wall and punched through, creating a hole that expanded rapidly as the pressure wave propagated.

But Kailthrys was already moving.

She appeared through the hole in her own water wall, riding on a platform of compressed air, and her hand was surrounded by golden light that pulsed with sovereign authority.

She struck at Jaenor’s chest, her palm thrust carrying power that could end gods.

Jaenor’s body turned black.

Not shadow, but actual black, as if his form had become void itself. The sovereign authority that should have obliterated him passed through harmlessly, striking nothing because he’d momentarily become nothing.