Chapter 257
Chapter 257
Now that the Emperor knew Natae’s true identity, he understood why he couldn’t openly present him. Natae wasn’t merely human; he was a self-aware domain.
This made it nearly impossible for the Emperor to showcase him. Even during the recent clash with Duke Beowulf, where both Natae and Beowulf simultaneously deployed their domains, Natae’s influence had significantly diminished.
It was as if Natae’s domain was gradually eroding, much like how Helena’s mind had been consumed from her subconscious to her imaginary world.
“Being within this domain leads to erosion,” Beowulf mused, observing Natae’s labored breathing. “But against someone who fully expands their domain, the damage inflicted isn’t substantial.”
Yan nodded in agreement. “I share the same view. And now... I finally understand why Helena sacrificed herself.”
The light that emerged when she self-destructed her mental realm—the same light that revealed Natae’s vulnerability—had also been her desperate plea to expel Theo, Lorena, and Yan from within.
Had she hesitated even slightly during that critical moment, she would have perished without resistance.
Beowulf’s expression tightened when Helena’s name came up.
The intense battle continued, with Beowulf relentlessly attacking Natae. Each strike represented a different debt: his daughter’s, Hans’s, and finally, his wife’s.
Natae’s screams echoed as the blade pierced him repeatedly. Despite the agony, Beowulf remained cold and resolute. His mechanical determination drove him to inflict pain, regardless of Natae’s pleas.
The room filled with the sound of slashing steel, and Natae’s once composed demeanor vanished. He fell to his knees, forehead pressed against the ground. “Please, end it! I don’t want to suffer anymore... Please.”