Chapter 28: Cry Of a King
"You did well, buddy. Now rest up," Cyrus growled.
"Useless monsters. They are all useless," Kronos’ voice echoed from behind the door.
From the gap between the two massive doors, Kael could see Kronos’ glowing eyes glaring at him in rage.
The shadowy layer that covered him began to slowly peel away, revealing Kael. The Helm of Darkness faded away like smoke. Reborn. His new form was revealed.
He stood slightly taller now, his frame lean yet powerful. His shoulders had broadened, his posture effortless yet commanding. He didn’t need to try—his presence alone exuded dominance, an unshakable, godlike aura that bent the world around him.
He slowly walked toward Kronos’ scythe. As he neared it, Kronos’ voice echoed once again.
"I will make sure I take away everything you hold dear."
But Kael ignored him, which only made him angrier.
"You dare ignore me, child?"
Kael picked up Kronos’ abandoned weapon, his fingers tightening around the scythe’s shaft. Without hesitation, he pressed his own sword against it—devouring it whole. Shadows coiled and writhed around the scythe, swallowing its form, reshaping it, with crimson-red veins running along the edge of the blade. It no longer belonged to Kronos. It was his now.
Without hesitation, Kael walked toward the gate.