Timeless Assassin

Chapter 1089: The Skyshards

(Meanwhile, Dozens of Kilometers from Moltherak’s Floating Island, Leonardo’s POV)

While Leo struggled to break through.... A few dozen kilometres away, the only back-up that he had brought in case things went wrong, Leonardo, watched as the entire world around him trembled under his uncle’s power.

*BOOM*

*BOOM*

*KABOOM*

Even from this distance, the scale of what was unfolding before him became impossible to ignore, as waves surged violently across the ocean below while the winds themselves twisted unnaturally in response to each attack.

*SKADOOSH*

The sky split again.

A streak of force carved through the heavens, as the clouds above were torn apart in a single motion, leaving behind a vacuum that collapsed moments later.

Leonardo’s eyes narrowed slightly, as he felt the delayed impact of that strike reach him even from kilometers away, the air trembling faintly around his body.

"...Uncle..."

He muttered softly, as the weight behind that single attack lingered in his mind, refusing to fade even as the next one followed shortly after.

Another strike.

Then another.

Each one heavier than the last, as the island beneath Leo trembled under the continuous release of power, while the surrounding seas rose and fell in violent rhythm.

Leonardo did not move.

He simply watched.

Watched as the sky was torn apart repeatedly.

Watched as the ocean responded like a living entity to the pressure being forced upon it.

Watched as the man he called uncle stood at the center of it all without wavering even once.

And in that moment, a quiet realization settled within him.

This... was the difference.

The difference between someone strong... And someone who stood at the peak of existence, as although they were both peak Monarch’s, Leonardo knew that he could not produce even half the strength his uncle could.

*Sigh*

Leonardo exhaled slowly, as he clenched his fist subconsciously while his gaze remained locked onto the distant figure with longing.

Through the years, he had often sparred with his uncle, but back then, he always felt as though Leo was holding back.... As never in his entire life had Leonardo ever glimpsed at Leo’s true strength.

However, today...

Witnessing it from afar, without being caught in the chaos himself, allowed him to understand just how vast that gap really was.

"This is not something one can bridge through talent alone....

Or something that can be rectified given enough time.

There is not much room for me to improve at the Monarch stage anymore

Which means, I can probably never be as strong as him at the same tier...."

Leonardo concluded, as he very reasonably realized the limits of his own foundation.

And yet, even though he knew he could never be as good as his uncle at the same tier, it did not suppress his desire to grow stronger, as instead, it made him want to jump tiers even more.

"The tournament you have hosted.... I will be one of its winners’, uncle.

I promise.

You do your best to breakthrough today, and later this month, I’ll make you proud by winning a potion for the family."

Leonardo resolved, as he swore to train as hard as necessary to win the upcoming tournament that would give two Demi God Breakthrough Potions to its finalists.

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(Meanwhile, The Skyshard Residence, Amanda’s POV)

*Click*

*Sizzle*

While Leo broke through on Moltherak’s island, Amanda tinkered on a new project within the basement of the Skyshard residence, when suddenly.....

"ARGHHHH!"

A loud scream echoed from two floors above, breaking her focus.

’Huh?’

Amanda wondered, raising an eyebrow, as she placed her tools down with deliberate calm, already recognizing the voice behind the chaos.

*THUM*

The entire house trembled faintly in the next instant, as though something heavy had been slammed into the ground without restraint.

"...Mairon."

She muttered under her breath, as she pushed herself up from her seat and began making her way toward the stairs without delay.

Her pace quickened as she ascended through the floors, as another muffled thud echoed faintly from above, confirming her suspicion before she even arrived.

By the time she reached the first floor—

The scene unfolded exactly as expected.

Mairon sat in the middle of the room.

Locked in a full struggle with his meditation manual.

"I’ll rip this stupid book apart limb for limb!"

He shouted, as he shook it violently in his hands, his expression filled with frustration as though the book was his worst enemy.

"What do you mean the red aura I just observed is not it?"

"What do you mean I now have to understand the difference between different shades of red?"

"What the hell does that even mean?"

His voice rose with every question, as his grip tightened further while he glared at the pages like they were deliberately mocking him.

"Do you know how long it took me just to see red?"

"My dad just announced this huge tournament, damnit!"

"I really want to take part!"

"I need to become a Monarch tomorrow!"

"Not ninety-nine years later!"

He complained, as his face grew more and more red with each statement.

"I’ll eat you alive! Stupid book!"

He declared next, as with that, in an act that completely abandoned all dignity.... He leaned forward, and bit the book.

*Bite*

.

.

*SMACK*

Amanda’s hand landed cleanly against the back of his head, the sound sharp as his entire body froze mid-bite.

"Bad Mairon!"

She said firmly, as though scolding an unruly dog rather than a future powerhouse of the Cult, as Mairon paused and slowly turned to look up at her.

"Mwon?"

He said with the book still in his mouth, as his expression changed instantly.

His eyes softened, watering slightly, as his entire demeanor shifted into something pitiful and disarming.

Amanda paused.

Her stern expression faltered for a brief moment, as she let out a quiet sigh while her frustration melted faster than she would have liked.

"Studying aura requires patience," she said, her voice calmer now as she placed her hand gently over his head.

"It’s not something you can rush just because you want results immediately."

Mairon sniffed lightly, his grip loosening as he looked at her, though the frustration still lingered beneath the surface.

"And no... you’re too young for the tournament," Amanda continued, as she gently patted his head while maintaining eye contact.

"So you can stop thinking about it for now."

His eyes widened slightly, as the words hit him harder than the earlier smack, his lips parting as though he wanted to argue.

"Your time will come, Mairon," she added, her tone softening further as she ruffled his hair gently.

"But until then... cultivate patience first."

With that, she turned and began to walk away, leaving him behind with the manual still clutched in his hands.

For a moment, silence returned.

Then—

Mairon’s grip tightened again.

The book trembled slightly in his hands, as his expression darkened while he prepared to resume his earlier attack.

However, unexpectedly, Amanda stopped mid-step, and turned.

"Uh oh..."

Mairon said, freezing instantly as their eyes met, as almost immediately, a bright and innocent smile appeared on his face, as though nothing bad had happened.

"...Good book," he murmured softly, as he gently patted the cover before leaning forward and placing a kiss on it, before then pulling it into a tight hug, as Amanda stared at him for a long second.

"...Hopeless, just like his father." she muttered quietly, as she turned and walked away once more, leaving Mairon alone to deal with his anger issues.