Soulbound: Dual Cultivation

Chapter 457: You’ll beg me for death

The shift in the battlefield was immediate and profound, not through movement or sound, but through the overwhelming change in presence that now dominated everything, because where moments ago there had been despair, uncertainty, and the looming certainty of defeat, there was now something else entirely, something that spread through the ranks of Valerion like a silent wave, lifting spirits without a single word needing to be spoken.

The King felt relieved.

Not the kind that came lightly, not the kind born from false hope, but something deep and undeniable that washed over him as he stared at the figure standing between Lucas and Ken, his grip tightening slightly around his sword as the weight that had been pressing on his chest finally eased, because for a moment, just a moment before this, he had believed they had been abandoned, that the Empress of Lechia had chosen not to involve herself, that they had been left to face an impossible enemy alone.

But she was here now.

And her presence alone changed everything.

"She didn’t abandon us..." he muttered under his breath, his voice carrying a mixture of disbelief and renewed resolve as his gaze remained fixed on her.

This was no longer a hopeless fight.

They had a chance.

A real one.

Not built on desperation or sacrifice, but on power that could actually match, no, surpass what stood against them.

Behind her, Lucas stirred.

The laughter had faded, but what replaced it was far more unsettling, because as he forced his body to respond, as he pushed against the overwhelming pain and weakness that threatened to drag him back down, a smirk slowly formed on his blood-covered face, one that did not belong to someone who had just been beaten to the brink of death, one that carried something darker, something knowing.

An evil kind of satisfaction.

He struggled, his body trembling violently as he planted his foot and forced himself upward, every movement costing him, every second demanding more than he had left to give, yet he did it anyway, rising inch by inch until he was no longer kneeling, no longer completely broken on the ground, but standing once again, barely, unsteadily, yet undeniably upright.

His head tilted slightly, the black corrupted blood still covering his eyes, yet somehow it felt as though he could see perfectly now, not with sight, but with certainty, because everything had aligned exactly the way he had expected.

Across from him, Ken did not move.

For the first time since the battle began, he hesitated, not out of confusion, not out of anger, but out of something far more telling, something that revealed the truth of the situation more clearly than any words could.

He was not foolish.

He understood exactly what stood before him.

To rush in now, to attack the Empress in her current state, would not be a fight.

It would be suicide.

He would not last seconds.

That much was clear to him.

And that realization held him in place, his body tense, his mind racing as he recalculated everything, the confidence he had carried up until this point now replaced with a cautious stillness that had not existed before.

Behind him, his remaining men stood frozen.

No one spoke.

No one moved.

Not even the most loyal among them dared to step forward or break the silence, because the aura pressing down on them was something they could not endure, something that suffocated even the thought of resistance, the sheer majesty and weight of the Empress’s presence making it clear that any attempt to act, any attempt to challenge, would be met with immediate and absolute annihilation.

All of them knew it, one wrong move...And they would be slaughtered.

Ken did not act rashly, not after what he had just witnessed, and certainly not with the Empress standing before him in a state that far exceeded anything he could currently contend with, so instead of advancing, instead of lashing out in anger as he had done throughout the battle, he began to step back, slowly, deliberately, his eyes never leaving her, his body tense with caution as he created distance between himself and the overwhelming presence that now dominated the battlefield.

The movement did not go unnoticed.

The Empress shifted slightly, a subtle motion, yet one that carried enough intent to make the air tighten instantly, because even that small step forward from her side was enough to signal that she was not willing to simply let him walk away after everything that had happened, and in that moment, Ken understood that if she chose to act, there would be no escape, no second chance, no drawn out fight.

So he spoke.

"Don’t take another step," Ken said, his voice sharp, cutting through the tension as he raised his hand slightly, not in attack, but in warning, his eyes narrowing as he fixed his gaze on her. "If I die here, this doesn’t end with me."

There was no hesitation in his tone, no uncertainty, only cold certainty as he continued, his words carrying across the battlefield so that all could hear them clearly.

"Every single person in Valerion will be slaughtered," he said, his voice lowering, turning vicious as the weight of his threat settled in. "Not just soldiers. Not just nobles. Everyone."

A brief pause followed, but only to let it sink in.

"And Lechia will not be spared either," he added, his gaze flickering briefly with something darker. "Nor Rus. I have people in place already. Orders that will be carried out the moment I fall."

The silence that followed was heavier than anything before it.

It was not an empty threat.

Anyone listening could tell.

There was a conviction in his voice, a ruthless confidence that made it clear he was not bluffing, that this was not desperation speaking but preparation, something he had already accounted for long before this moment.

Ken let the words settle before continuing, his tone shifting slightly, no longer just threatening, but negotiating.

"So here’s what will happen," he said, his eyes moving briefly between the Empress and the King. "You let me and my army leave. No pursuit. No interference."

His gaze hardened again.

"In return, your people live. For now."

The phrasing was deliberate.

For now.

"You keep your kingdoms," he continued. "You keep your citizens breathing. And your little hero here gets to survive long enough to try again another day."

The Empress did not respond immediately.

Instead, her gaze shifted.

Toward the King.

King Highmoor stepped forward, his expression heavy, the weight of the decision already pressing down on him before a single word had been spoken, because he understood what was being asked, understood what was at stake, and more importantly, understood what would happen if they refused.

Lucas moved as well, though far less steadily, his body still on the verge of collapse as Lira supported him from the side, her grip firm as she helped keep him upright, her expression tense as she looked between him and the unfolding exchange.

The King exhaled slowly, his grip tightening around his sword as his gaze met the Empress’s, a silent conversation passing between them, one built not on pride or vengeance, but on responsibility.

"I cannot risk it," the King said finally, his voice low but firm, carrying the weight of a ruler who had already lost too much and could not afford to lose more. "If what he says is true, then refusing him means condemning my people."

His jaw tightened slightly.

"I won’t do that."

The Empress remained still for a moment longer, her expression unreadable, yet the faint shift in her aura suggested that she had already come to the same conclusion, because no matter how powerful she had become, no matter how far she had transcended, there were still things that could not be ignored, still responsibilities that could not be cast aside.

"The people of Lechia would suffer the same fate," she said calmly, her voice carrying a quiet authority that needed no emphasis. "I will not gamble their lives on vengeance."

The decision was made.

Ken watched them closely, reading the outcome before it was even spoken, and a faint, almost imperceptible ease settled into his posture, not relief, but acknowledgment that his gamble had paid off.

"You have your answer," the King said, his voice firm despite the frustration that lingered beneath it. "You and your army may leave."

Ken gave a slight nod, accepting it without gratitude, without arrogance, simply as an agreement fulfilled.

"Wise choice," he replied.

The tension did not vanish, but it shifted, the battlefield no longer on the brink of immediate destruction, but still heavy with everything that had transpired, everything that remained unresolved.

Ken began to turn, signaling silently to his forces, who remained frozen until that moment, their bodies easing slightly as the pressure lifted just enough for them to move, preparing to withdraw under his command.

But before he could take more than a few steps—

"Ken."

The voice stopped him.

Lucas.

There was no weakness in the way he called out, no hesitation, despite the state he was in, despite the blood, the injuries, the exhaustion that clung to him, and something in that alone was enough to make Ken pause.

He turned back slowly.

Lucas stood there, supported by Lira, his face still stained with black blood, his body barely holding together, yet his head was raised, and though his eyes were still obscured, it felt as though he was looking directly at him.

The hatred in that moment was unmistakable.

"I’m going to find you," Lucas said, his voice rough but steady, each word deliberate despite the strain it cost him to speak. "And when I do, I won’t kill you quickly."

"I’ll capture you," he continued, his tone unwavering, carrying a promise rather than a threat. "And I’ll take your life slowly... in the most gruesome way possible."

A faint breath left him, but he did not stop.

"You’ll beg me for death."

There was no exaggeration in his voice.

No empty anger.

Only certainty.

Ken felt it.

For the briefest moment, something flickered in his expression, something subtle, something almost imperceptible, but it was there, a reaction to the sheer will behind those words, the kind of determination that did not fade with time, the kind that turned into something dangerous if left to grow.

He studied Lucas for a second longer, as though measuring him again, reassessing what he had just witnessed, before the moment passed and his expression settled back into its usual composure.

"Then survive long enough to try," Ken replied calmly, though his voice carried a faint edge that had not been there before.

He turned away once more, this time without stopping, his forces following as they began their retreat, leaving the battlefield behind with the understanding that this was not an end, not a resolution, but merely a pause in something far greater that had yet to reach its conclusion.

And as he walked away, one thing remained clear in his mind, even if he chose not to dwell on it.

Lucas was not bluffing.